05 - Doom

PULL UP [feat. FALL4ALIVA]

WOLVES IN SHEEPSKIN W/M.O.B HILL$ & CHRXN!C

Verse 1:
You call her main but I call her my side
We ain’t on the same level so please just step aside
And I heard your nigga tryna fight
He won’t make it out alive with aliva on my side 
(Ye)
Who you tryna bee nigga get into your hive?
Knocking on your door yea we got him by suprise 
Run up on your homies too we ain’t scared to slide
Ak47 niggas running for their lives

Verse 2:
And you know it’s winter on my wrist 
And I head she love it so I bought one for your bitch 
I heard she was yours why she tryna give me lip?
Gotta buy some rattex I’m allergic to a snitch
Niggas want some liquor I just wanna hit a liq
You can’t name an object that is bigger than my dick 
It’s all fun and games until I pull up with a stick
I ain’t talking tree, talking shit that get you hit

Verse 3:
Pull the trigger
You sent me a picture of a bullet pull the trigger
Do it on my head let’s see who’s the pussy nigga
She said I’m getting cocky no my cock is getting bigger 
Lit
Admit it, I’m lit 
I can’t hang all alone cause I’m allergic to a bitch
Shoot him with a blick 
I tick niggas off my list 
If I hear another word from you then you’re losing your lip

Verse 4:
No, please leave me alone 
Please leave me alone I wanna be on my own 
If he talk again 16 bullets to his dome 
I can’t trust no niggas and especially no hoe
Me against me all these niggas is my clones 
Sitting on my seat, nigga heating up my throne
Why chronic so lit?, niggas really wanna know?
You can’t imitate this man this shit is in my bones

Verse 5:
21 days I’m gone
I ain’t suicidal, I just got the Omnicron 
Wack and overrated you a modern day LeBron 
I broke up with her but she still twerking to my songs
And I’m witch you’re girl I make her Neil like Armstrong 
He tryna be me damn that nigga is a fraud 
I get goodnight titties that’s typa shit I’m on 
You stalk all my bitches that’s the typa shit you on

Cortex 2 (rough draft/unmastered)

You bout' it? (Prod by. Kendall)

Chorus/hook:
a lot of time has passed 
my homies thought the love I had for you would never last 
I know I ain’t the first nigga you’ve loved, I know your past 
Believe when I say that I’m just tryna be the last 

And I ain’t just tryna be your man
I wanna see you happy be the best you ever had
I know you got your doubts, this typa shit just never lasts 
But if you risk it all I’ll show you what the future has 

Verse 1:
3am we been on the call singing the song that I made you, I know we happy as ever 
i talk to you with no effort 
our convos always flowing like water without pressure 
I get a text from you and suddenly I’m in heaven 
I’m saving cheques for you were really bout to be spending 
I don’t care bout your exes all those niggas is lessons
Preparing you for this shit I think is gon last forever 

Verse 2:
Scary?
I know it’s wild to say that typa shit 
i overfeel, but one thing that I know is that you’re my typa bitch 
you’re beautiful you’re smart most girls I know be lacking common sense 
The problem is, you lost your trust in people to the trauma
 Its, so hard to get to believe the shit I say, like compliments 
A common bitch, is something that you ain’t you better remember that 
Me plus you is the truth baby do the math 
Me plus you is the truth baby do the math 

Chorus/hook:
a lot of time has passed 
my homies thought the love I had for you would never last 
I know I ain’t the first nigga you’ve loved, I know your past 
Believe when I say that I’m just tryna be the last 

And I ain’t just tryna be man
I wanna see you happy be the best you ever had
I know you got your doubts, this typa shit just never lasts 
But if you risk it all I’ll show you what the future has

RISK IT ALL [exp.]

out of luck (luck)
out of luck (luck) 
out of luck (luck)
out of luck (luck)
Taking L’s like I ran outta luck (luck)
Ain’t no friends I don’t know who to trust (trust)
Ain’t no bitches I ran outta love (love)
Looking in your eyes and I see is lust (lust)
Where my cup (cup) 
Pour it up (up)
Bottoms up I’m tryna get drunk (drunk)

2020 were the stormy days 
Two years later still ain’t nothing change 
Two years later my life still the same 
Running outta time I’m raising steaks 

I keep acting like it do not faze me
Got bi polar I feel like I’m crazy 
I don’t want a girl they don’t amaze me
Take me back to when you were my baby 

I thought after I drop run it up 
That these niggas start running up 
Took a L and thought I should give up 
Taking L’s is feeling like a must 
Prolly why I can’t Mac on my crush 
Prolly why I cannot fall inlove 
I been here for years I might just rust 
Same position like I’m stuck in mud 

out of luck (luck)
out of luck (luck) 
out of luck (luck)
out of luck (luck)
Taking L’s like I ran outta luck (luck)
Ain’t no friends I don’t know who to trust (trust)
Ain’t no bitches I ran outta love (love)
Looking in your eyes and I see is lust (lust)
Where my cup (cup) 
Pour it up (up)
Bottoms up I’m tryna get drunk (drunk)

08 January 2022 (running out of luck)

E D E N

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Bezos Freestyle + XENN

Mediocre

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PULL UP [feat. FALL4ALIVA]

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