this shit on repeat for real bro. I sing and produce lets make something

White Collar (Prod. by Ducko McFli) [Single Mix]

[Hook]
Let's get it on, I'm ready
If you getting dough, I'm with it
We gon' bring it back, to the city
If you wanna ride, come with me
Let's get it on, I'm ready
If you getting dough, I'm with it
We gon' bring it back, to the city
If you wanna ride, come with me

[Verse 1]
Bitch I been about my fetti
And you know my gang be steady
If the burden get too heavy
They gon' pick it up, no Chevy
In a minute we'll be filling up them bags with hella cash
Meanwhile still sipping Henny in a traffic jam
Hop out I'mma run to the money like a hundred dash
Take time, don't stare too hard at the hour glass

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Pool full of money I'mma dive in it
Chase that high don't hide from it
Whip the BM-dub like I'm flying it
Lit Airlines I'm the pilot
I was fly way before I had racks
Air Ones with the straps to the back
Got juice, took a sip then i passed
All of the homies they gon' drink from the glass
Chicken and waffles at Roscoe's
Angel hair pasta with lobster
I just wan' nourish my roster
Ain't no more starving, we prosper
J-Just trust in your bowels
Fix the wrinkle in your brow
Keep the bullets in the barrel
Blow the paper on apparel

[Hook]

[Bridge: Shotta]
Hit the night in the city
When (h)our glass get heavy
Let's get it on I'm ready

[Bridge: SaBang]
Every day and every night I hold it down for my woadies
Through the day and through the night I bear the weight on my shoulders
40 days and 40 nights I made it rain with my homies
Every day and every night I hold it down for my own

[Hook]

Our Glass Feat. SaBang (Prod. By Mohntra)

[Hook]
I'm from the dirty, dirty, Dirty Jersey
I got that 7-32 across my belly
I'm from the dirty, dirty, Dirty Jersey
That Dirty Jersey, that Dirty Jersey
I'm from the dirty, dirty, Dirty Jersey
I got that 7-32 aross my belly
I'm from that dirty, dirty, dirty, filthy F-Town
That dirty F-town, oh baby get down
Down, down

[Verse 1]
Never no problemo, nothing I can't handle
When they raise the bar up, we high jump not limbo
Benzo tint the window, indo on crescendo
Talk that money lingo, Monday to Domingo
Riding with my kinfolk, kinfolk
Hit the pedal with my Timbo, Timbo
Hanging out the window, window, like, "this my city, this my city"
This my people, this my people, they raised me, I raise hell, They ride for me
Right or wrong I'mma ride for 'em anytime, anywhere, on anybody
Shotta Spence been tripping off that lala la la
Push the pedal through the floor mat like lala la la
I'm like Carmelo I'm pulling up in that lala la la
Caught up, I just been so caught up, I just been so caught up
Ball up, I just wanna ball up like I'm Vincent Carter
I got to keep my guard up living in the Garden
You know I can't be scared of a little hustle
You know I can't be scared of a little scuffle
G-Money came prepared with that treinta-ocho

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 732Cash]
I'm from the dirty, dirty, dirty filthy Dirty
I got that 7-32 all on my Jersey
Where niggas smoke you if you getting to the money
My brother died from these streets but I still love 'em
I pour out Henny, Henny, Henny, Henny
Fuck your side cause you know the Hills raised me
I can't forget about my people cause they raised me
I'm talking Beav, I'm talking Cheen, I'm talking JJ
R.I.P. CHINO
Niggas roll down the window, window
Three shots to your mental then more
Slide off in a rental, simple
Got me thinking where my heart go, it been cold
Police kicking in the front door, oh no
I been dreaming about the good life more so
I need a big body benz nigga, four door
I'm too cocky, uh, they can't stop me
Caught up, I just been so caught up, I just been so caught up
Never running from my problems, that's just how I'm brought up
Caught up, I just been so caught up, bitches got me caught
730 only cause I'm from the dirty

[Hook]

Dirty Jersey Feat. 732Cash (Prod. By Bravestarr)

[Intro]
I wish heaven had a hotline
So we could chop it up like old times [x2]

R.I.P. my big dog, 9/27, Chino
You my bro for life man, death couldn't do us part

[Hook]
They say good things don't last
I heard that death don't hurt
They say the bad die last
Oh they say the good go first
You left in September
You left in September
Oh you left in September, oh you left
You left in September

[Verse 1]
I remember when, September two-seven
10:27PM, the phone in my left hand
I heard all this news that I could not even believe in
I called your phone twice, it kept on ringing
I never though you would be leaving before I said Goodbye and kicked it with you again
All of that time I spent grieving, I found something within that pushed me harder to win
I heard familiar people, that I had once respected
Where present in that vehicle, but say they ain't connected
They swear they don't know nothing, but I know that's just the lawyers
I don't believe they stories, my heart is too damn loyal
So I'll walk the distance for you, I'll do this music for you
I'll do this fly shit for you, these plans could not be foiled
I wish prayers could restore you, but if God needed you more than me
I'd be selfish asking for you
I'd be selfish not to shine, and put on for Exit 9
I'd be foolish if I settled for something less than perfect
I'd be selfish not to go hard
I'd be selfish not to ball out for the name on the front and not the back of my Jersey

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Since you been gone we became closer
You done picked me up at my lowest
You the only one could of known it
That I would grow up to be the coldest
Everyone didn't even see it
You believed in me before I did
Sometimes I wonder why He chose you
Sometimes I wonder why they chose you
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gon' do
You the one that I looked up to man
Can't believe that you died by the tool man
Had to move that green just to make that green
If you live by the streets then you die by 'em
I got no more tears I got no more hate but I still think about it when I lay down
Wish you had that heat by your side, wish I could been right by your side

[Hook + BoBo Swae Adlibs]

[Outro]
I wish heaven had a hotline
So we could chop it up like old times [x2]

Chino!
This Shotta Spence man
They got me out here rapping and shit like you, huh
They ain't never seen this coming
You knew it though, you knew it
Remember that time y'all was showing me the Aqua 8's
The Jordan 8's was about to come out, I was like in middle school and shit
And I was like, "Oh my god, the Aqua 8's!"
Y'all was roasting me the whole damn summer
Y'all was roasting me for like three years after that shit too, that shit was funny
Now I can buy like 150 pairs of them bitches
Flex
I miss you big dog

Chino!

September (Prod. By Von Vuai)

 [Intro]
Dear Lord, I ask for the strength to change what I can change
And the strength to accept the things that must remain

Have you ever seen them curtains closing on you
Have you ever seen that light inside the tunnel
And have you ever watched the nightmares rewinding
And when your heart stops, the clock keep on ticking

[Verse 1]
When you gon' put your mask away
All this shit like a masquerade
Them young boys say fuck your accolades
Bulletholes all through your resumé
I don't understand why it be this way
I don't wanna live just to pass away
They said that bullshit here to stay
Then fuck this place if that's the case
Never gave a fuck about the baddest bitch
Never gave a fuck about the fastest whip
And do I really care about a money bag
If that shit can't bring the family back
Too much hate in my habitat
You don't even know who you blasting at
If he gon' shoot then you gon' pop
We all got goons so it never stop
See the faces all around me getting colder than my blood
Keep your circle down pat cause they might stab you in your front
Now my heart is going broke and I done gave up all my trust
I got nothing left to lose and I done ran up all my luck

[Hook]
So Tell the devil come and get me cause I'm dying anyway
Tell me Lord would you forgive me if I shoot him in his face
I would never let you down I put that on my future grave
Yeah I'm closing out this chapter, right my wrongs and turn the page
You could live how you wanna but you always gonna pay
Keep my chin above the water and I pray it do not rain
And this game you never winning if you try and play it safe
Only way you'll change my mind is maybe bullets to my brain

[Verse 2]
Yeah they took your big homie, put two shots in to his lungs
So you go and load that chopper, load them pussies up with slugs
Even if them cowards rotting in a jail you light em up
Break in to that prison cell and make sure that the job is done
Can you feel the pain in my body
See the flame in my eyes
Hit 'em up like bye-bye
Tell the devil I said hi
But that ain't what God want
And that ain't what I want
I could never take your life
Just for me to go waste mine
That ain't what my homie want
Cause either way my homie gone
I could make that chopper spark
But I can't turn back the clock
It's gon' take more than church for me to let it go
I hope that God got the shit that I can't control
I know that hope is the answer but that hope is broke
Because that hope never seem to make your pockets grow
And i said God could you let me be your second favorite son
Hey I told my momma hold on, say a prayer for me once

[Hook]

[Outro]
Have you ever seen your reflection leave you
And your shadow leave on the darkest evening
Have you ever seen your own family doubt you
Have you ever heard them demons talk about you
Have you ever seen them curtains closing on you
Have you ever seen that light inside the tunnel
And have you ever watched the nightmares rewinding
And when your heart stops, the clock keep on ticking

Nothing 2 Lose (Prod. By Murphy Kid)

[Intro]
Girl I fuck witcha
But I love money way more
Sometimes I wish that I could change
And care about you more
Babygirl I fuck witcha
But I love money way more
Sometimes I wish that I could change
But it make more sense to let you go

[Hook]
I done fell in love with all the wrong things
Getting money just mean too much to me
I'm addicted to the grind like drug
Wish I could get back all the people I love
I done fell in love with all the wrong things
Getting money just mean too much to me
I'm addicted to the grind like drug
Wish I could get back all the people I love

[Verse 1]
I'mma say it one time only
I don't have a problem being lonely
Trading in your jersey for the other team, I'll treat you like you dead, pour some liquor out the 40
Always did it solo dolo, only uno
Pockets got me walking like a fucking sumo
So you could walk away and say goodbye whenever
I ain't scared to lose you, I could buy whatever
They tell me it's the root of all evil
Greed starts as a little seed
And you know when it rains, you poor
I found cover under money trees
Sacrifices, I don't wanna think about em, I done gave up too much to get a bigger dollar
Stepping over all the weeds in my garden, I done came up too high to look to the bottom
Sometimes I felt like I fell off of the face of the earth and no one could hear when I holler
Sometimes I screamed at the top of my lungs for my God but only got the almighty dollar
The almighty dollar
The almighty dollar, calling:

Call on me, call on me
When you need somebody
You can count on money
Wipe your tears all on me
Call on me, call on me
When you need somebody
You can count on money
Wipe your tears all on me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Spending my time tryna rack up this money
Sometimes I feel I've forsaken my family
Swear this shit got me up 5 in the morning
Tryna do everything they said I couldn't
Bust through the ceiling, my spirit so ruthless
I could care less if they judge me like Judy
Never call 12 even if they start shooting
Out of 12 men at least one is a Judas
Trust in nobody except for the Benjis
I know it ain't right but it's all that I know
Those I invested in no longer with me
Swear them dead faces is all that I know
Dead faces on a daily basis like a drug to me and I'm gon' take it
Remember times being impatient had my palms itching and my heart racing
Shotta Spence hit the block shining in that 24k gold, clothes on my body brand new
Have you ever wondered if you own them things or do all them things that you got own you
Own you, do they own you
Have you ever wondered if you own them things or do all them things that you got own you

[Hook]

[Outro]
He who is greedy for unjust gain troubles his household, but he who hates bribes will live

All The Wrong Things (Prod. By Kakuyon)

[Hook]
Hey what's the word
Hey what's the word
Tell me the word
Give me the word
Give me your word
I'll give you the world
You want it all
Hustling all day
Hustling all day, baby I'm down for the long way
Down for the long way, keep your head up, it's a long way down
Keep your head up, it's a long way down
Keep your head up, it's a long way down

[Verse 1]
Say now
Who stayed down
Who paid now
Who got the stain now
Crucifix chain now
Go head and hang it out
Too late to pray now
Henny for the pain now
I was just falling down
Money just falling down
Panties just falling down
Walls just falling down
Bitches all barking now
And I'mma just dog them out
Fake friends all around
Bet you won't call 'em out
No one really with me and I know
But shorty I've been waiting for my moment
And my momma only getting older
I'mma think about it when I'm sober

[Hook]

[Bridge]
What's up homie I came back
Please don't ask where I was at
It's all good cause now I'm home
Should have never left alone
Maybe should have hit your phone
[If] I was you, I would be pissed
Tell me everything I missed
Oh, I heard about your kid

[Hook 2]
I gave up my soul for all the green and gold
I'm packing up my pride, it's time to touch the road
Hey look inside your soul, do you believe in mine
And if my homies don't, then I don't wanna know
Would you give up your soul, for all the green in gold
I'm packing up my pride, it's time to touch the road
Hey look inside your soul, do you believe in mine
And if my homies don't, then I don't wanna know

[Verse 2]
See you blazing in the coupe
Middle fingers out the roof
Way too late to tell the truth
If they catch you they gon' shoot
They done changed up they whole view
Maybe it's because of you
Should have never cut them roots
Should have never bit the fruit
Shorty you watch your tone and shut your mouth
Cause shorty you was the one who left the town
Go ahead and pilot/pile it on your own
Who gon' hold you back or hold you down
I control my future I'm not superstitious
Victim or the villain, boy that's your decision
Crossing out your comrade for some new commission
That's a vicious cycle don't get stuck up in it

[Hook 2 + Hook 1 mixed in]

[Outro]
He who is greedy for unjust gain troubles his household, but he who... (book shuts)

What's The Word (Prod. By Murphy Kid)

[Hook]
I can't jump off this throne
Swear I'm too high up now
I can't jump off this throne
Swear I'll never come down
I can't jump off this throne
Look how far up I've come
No one showed me no ropes
I steer this boat on my own
I can't jump off this throne

I do reflect, but never regret
No choice I made or place that i stepped
The good or bad things in my past
I've seen some things I'll never forget
I do reflect, but never regret
The wrong or right, or people I left
I ditched that bitch for digits instead
I dropped them books for paper instead
Regardless them people gon' say what they want
Don't go back and forth with no pussy or chump
Been the same way from the jump
You know that I'mma do what they can't I'mma be what I want
If beef what you want then I'm serving it raw
Bloody and all
Never seen nobody like me before
Everything I did you never ever saw
They'll do whatever to see me fall off
You better off tryna breathe through a straw with a stuffy ass nose while hot boxing your car with a throat full of smoke and your lungs full of tar
Everytime they try to try me, trying hard is not enough
All of my trials and tribulations only trained me too be tough
All of the blades inside my back had only drained me of my trust, I'll never bleed out
I'll never bleed out
I know the Lord would never ever let me let my family down
I'll figure it out, I'll figure out
I can't turn down this money

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I've been on a whole 'nother level
I spent my whole fall in Atlanta
I'm trying to stay out the camera
These people believe in whatever you tell 'em
These people believe in whatever you sell 'em
These bitches only want one thing I can smell 'em
Watch how the devil dance
I still sweat when the devil dances
Running out of second chances
So far away from Kansas
The money growing like a cancer
I've been rolling rolling for a long time
I've been burning bridges trying to build my own
But I'll never ever jump off this throne

[Hook]

[Outro]
I can't fall of this throne
I can't jump off this throne
I can't jump off this throne

Throne (Prod. By Kakuyon)

[Pre-Hook]
Checks I've been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet, you ain't never seen those
Everyone stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can't fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar

[Hook]
White Collar
I could never be, white collar
I would never fall down South
I been trippin' out down South

[Verse 1]
Think I been drivin, 24 hours
Just one thing on my mind, almighty dollar
Why you tryna race when your tank on E?
Stop acting like you don't bleed like me
We got the scene j-jumpin
Now they wanna bite the Ear Drummers like they name Mike Tyson
404 ridin'
Grind out 'til I'm West Coast vibin'
iPhone got money coming in
I can't be white collar
Once I step in the building
All you broke boys gon' start kneeling
Yup, got my money going up now I got stacks inside my ceiling
I just stepped in the building kicking flavor for the children
Chain and my ring so bright I think my skin is gon' start peeling

[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Bang bang boogie let's see what you got
Four door Benzo chopped off the top
Got a speeding ticket when I pulled it out the lot
Shawty I pull up to Barneys and be like
"Excuse me, want ten of those" (ten)
Dealing with all of this business and bitches at once, it feel like I got tentacles
I'm at the Luxor hotel, feel like I'm in Cairo
Pull up to the roulette table, put it all on red, I'm high rollin
Look who came to the party in that Bimmer with no ceiling
Once we step in the building all these bitches in they feelings
They asking how I did it when they see just how I'm living
Can't be chasing women I'm to busy chasing illions

[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]

Intro/White Collar (Prod. By Ducko McFli)

Produced by Tha @frankknucklesmusic & @officialMitchy
Artwork by Dominique Mills

September (Prod. By Von Vuai)

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