Thank you brother. You’ve always been special to me. I love you and im proud of you always

Lyrics:

(Yuh, Aye, Gang)
(Aye, Aye, Yuh)
(Ok Like Yuh, Aye, Huh)
(Ok Like, Ok Like Uh,Ok Like, Uh)
(Ok Like Uh, Ok Like Uh, Ok Like Uh)

I'm finna ride nigga with that drake
Get back bitch outside nigga with my gang
He dissing online
Brodie will not say that shit, won't say that to my face
On god, I send a nigga to the lord
Boy you is a bitch up up in that ford
Choppa come in packs, making that shit roar
Yo bitch getting thrashed cause that bitch a whore
And she make it clap now she on the floor with it
I gotta stick but can I quick scope with it
I stay out the mix, these niggas not knowing shit (uh)
I'm kicking that bitch like it's a field goal with it (uh)
I'm tryna get rich if you not you can't go with it (uh)
This ice on my wrist, yea that shit get to flowing shit (uh)
Osama like shit in this hoe I be blowing it (uh)
In the back of my crib, yo shawty deep throating it (uh)

I cant lie bro I wanna thank yall niggas for 50K bro
It's crazy cause nigga-
I don't even fucking drop
I don't even know how I got to this point bro
Why am I still here

Like bitch, I just run it
In this hoe got my gun in
Why lil bro keep on running
Ain't no 1s bitch we jumping
Smash his ass like a pumpkin
A hole in him like dunkin
Yeah yo bitch I be fucking
Jolly Ranchers cause that hoe keep sucking
You a bitch on nothing
Run up and these bullets I'm dumping

I'm finna ride nigga with that drake
Get back bitch outside nigga with my gang
He dissing online
Brodie will not say that shit, won't say that to my face
On god, I send a nigga to the lord
Boy you is a bitch up up in that ford
Choppa come in packs, making that shit roar
Yo bitch getting thrashed cause that bitch a whore
And she make it clap now she on the floor with it
I gotta stick but can I quick scope with it
I stay out the mix, these niggas not knowing shit (uh)
I'm kicking that bitch like it's a field goal with it (uh)
I'm tryna get rich if you not you can't go with it (uh)
This ice on my wrist, yea that shit get to flowing shit (uh)
Osama like shit in this how I be blowing it (uh)
In the back of my crib, yo shawty deep throating it (uh)

Serial Projects (50K Freestyle)

stone (prodbywander)(updated)

worthwhile ft alison wales (prod wonderlust)

OSHAEDY X DAYNE'S " MOOD"- HOLD ON!

WASSUP

i.a.l.y (prod scxxr)

Lagy - Expect [PROD MBRK]

Side (ft SadBoyShaq)

love is (not) a safe place [larua]

*The Lost Exits* is a record about motion when certainty is gone. It’s about staying with the climb, missing the turn, taking the exit too early—or refusing to take it at all—and learning how to keep moving anyway. Across these songs, movement isn’t heroic or cinematic; it’s quiet, stubborn, and often reluctant. Forward motion happens in inches, not leaps.

The album lives in the emotional terrain of post-grunge, post-punk, and emo not as revival styles, but as languages of restraint and pressure. These are songs built on repetition, weight, and accumulation—hands on stone, feet on pavement, breath thinning, engines idling too long at red lights. The arrangements mirror that internal state: minimal structures that hold tension rather than release it, melodies that circle instead of resolve, collective vocals that feel like endurance rather than triumph.

Lyrically, *The Lost Exits* traces a path through grief, avoidance, responsibility, and repair. It looks at how people carry weight long after it stops being useful—receipts kept too long, scars mistaken for proof, obligations mistaken for identity. Several songs deal directly with the myth that suffering is a form of honesty, and with the slow unlearning of that belief. Others focus on constancy and care: keeping the lantern lit, staying when leaving would be easier, choosing to maintain something fragile in bad weather.

There’s no clean redemption arc here. Fear doesn’t disappear. Doubt stays loud. The horizon never quite arrives. What changes is the relationship to those things: learning how to put the weight down, how to let something fall, how to walk through a door even while shaking. The album treats resilience not as toughness, but as adaptability—bending without breaking, reshaping under pressure, becoming something quieter and stronger in the process.

The album is less interested in spectacle than in sincerity. These songs are structured around human limits: exhaustion, repetition, second-guessing, and the slow recalibration of hope. *The Lost Exits* isn’t about finding the right path—it’s about realizing that movement itself can be enough, even when you don’t know where the road ends.

stone (prodbywander)(updated)

siah henderson

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