Ball For Me

FREQUENCY.

Verse1:
I got a text 45, I’m getting dissed by noobies 
He ain’t Tisetso why the fuck this nigga acting moody?
Is you mad that Chronic is a better rapper 
Or is you mad that $irChronic laying his head on Twinkies boobies 
Somebody get this bitch nigga a couple pads 
“feeling like a bad bitch” I guess he living up to that 
he spit some shit about my dick, he ain’t creative kinda sad 
This kid already lost against me he ain’t learning from his past

Verse 2:
Nigga in his feelings cause he lame because he sound wack 
Name an album by aliva that doesn’t sound trash 
Seriously I give thousand to anyone that really bumping his shit without secretly saying he sound bad 

Verse 3:
This nigga down bad, he fucking with lyricst
A lyrical gymnastics me and his bitch was getting intimate 
He kinda crazy for thinking he could diss and get away with it, after this track I don’t think he’ll still exist 

Verse 4:
These niggas actors, aliva think he mad tuff
You texted Thabiso because Twinkie won’t smash huh 
They all leaving you this shit remind me of your past hun 
He think that he dissed me ain’t nobody clapping hands bruh 

Verse 5:
This nigga capping ain’t no way he getting bitches 
The closest thing he got to “ho ho hoes” is on Christmas 
I hope he got getting a glow up on his wish list 
He running outta options in his sea there ain’t no fishes 

Verse 6:
With your fucking owl eyes I’ll call you OVO cause ain’t nobody “falling4aliva” or his audios
That nigga wack how many times I gotta say this 
I ain’t never seen that nigga track on someone’s playlist 
I know he mad I didn’t wanna have to make this 
He lost another beef he couldn’t handle all this steak bitch
You better stick to school, we all know you don’t make hits
You love rapping bout Muzi is you also kinda gay bitch?

Cradle to the Grave

Written by : Cole Ski and Uncle Cheese
Prod by : xanderwaskilled
Mix and Mastered by 031 Scott


GOING INSANE[feat.UNCLE CHEESE](prod. xanderwaskilled)

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.]

$iR CHRONIC is Part of The PSYCHOSOMATIC FAMILY TREE now. NEW ARC.

Verse 1: (free verse)
Ahead of my own time 
head in my own line
Head and my mind on my own grind 
Head looking back watch for enemy lines 
Dead nigga look in to the mirror pain inside my eyes 
Scared or a 9-5
Scared of running out of lines
Tears running down her eyes
What should I say to her I’m running out of lies 
Bread getting rare shit is hard to find 
Here in 013 is where enemies lye 
Clearly they want me to die 

Verse 2:
Musical prodigy on the mic 
Rerun the first line 50 times so it sounds nice 
They said show no fear diss em all well I just might
Bury your favorite rappers and I’m kissing em goodnight
Sleep tight
Try again tomorrow you just might
Beat me for the first time 
Impossible so maybe in another life 
This that free verse that advanced rhyme 
I’m way ahead of you niggas to me I to me it’s time 

Hook:
Heard they were looking for the best well I found it 
I am the best bro I found me 
Had so many dreams I never found sleep 
Y’all playing w me you bound to fall deep 
7 feet beneath the ground y’all niggas ground meat
Heard they were looking for the best well I found it 
I am the best bro I found me 
Had so many dreams I never found sleep 

Verse 3:
This that prime flow I ain’t in my prime yet
This that prom fits I ain’t even that age yet
She asked me please put on that latex 
I told the bitch that she mad I could ever practice safe sex 
So say less, imma pass you and just say next 
When we in public just to say nex 
Whole lotta bitches on the same neck 
Specific type they got the same sets 
You’d swear the breasts bouncing on the same chest

$iR CHRONiC - FOUND IT (debut)

And I'm pretty sure I met you in my past life  
I'd like to believe you were my past wife 
I'd like to believe that at least in one universe we kicked it and finally got that right 
I know you miss me grabbing on that ass right 
Especially any time I'd get a chance right 
You acted like you hated that shit but I know any time I grabbed that ass you'd feel mad fine 

Them forhead kisses before the lips 
Hated being apart from you that's why I grabbed your hips
Dreams of putting you in that whip thati you always wanted 
Get that AMG for my bitch 

Oh well 
Everything comes to an end 
Everything comes to an end 
Oh well 
Everything comes to an end 
The start is the beginning of the end 
Oh well
It's like one week we're busy on the bed 
And the next you ain't responding to my texts 
Oh well 
I guess Everything comes to an end 
How do I get this girl out of my head 

Got this new shorty but I'm scared to fall in love 
Can't afford another L you don't know what it does 
when you get attached to a person you get stuck 
And she bad as hell but I can't begin to trust
How I tell her that I'm only tryna buss a nut
Do i hit hit her with the sorry baby better luck
On the other side my ex keeps hitting me up 
It's been 3 years girl how you still in love?
How you still forgive a nigga after fucking up 
That's that energy I need you ain't giving up
I might fuck around a turn you to a runner up
Better take it slow this time ain't no need to rush 

And I won't hurt you 
But there's other girls baby welcome to the circle 
Atleast I let you know shit it's better than ti curve you 
Tell me all your secrets baby girl I'm tryna learn you 

Oh well 
Everything comes to an end 
Everything comes to an end 
Oh well 
Everything comes to an end 
The start is the beginning of the end 
Oh well
It's like one week we're busy on the bed 
And the next you ain't responding to my texts 
Oh well 
I guess Everything comes to an end 
How do I get this girl out of my head 



Beginning of the end (Her last interlude)

Verse 1:
And lemme tell you bout my favourite
She prolly smiling as I'm bout to say this 
But she always on my mind 
She a lil petite baby 
What fine physique, lady 
Beauty with some brains so she a quiet unique baby 
We shared so many memories I can't believe baby 
Can't fathom that I got into it with my dream lady 
But like I said, everything comes to an end
Truth be told I know that shit messing with both our heads 
You know it's going down once I meet you by the ends  
I know this shit the way I know you still sleep in my flannel 
I hate to see you win that's why I unfollowed your handle 
And- I see the stares cause Im always looking at an angle 

Verse 2:
On other news it's still shout out to britteny 
The only girl I know that would've held it down with me 
If I hadn't cheated on her with an old thing 
If I was still with britt I would've copped that girl a ring 
Your cousin's called me cedrick cause they could say chronic 
I took that as a code name, so I just hopped on it 
And every day I would call you cedricks wife 
You know that's what I'll call you by for the rest of my life 

Verse 3:
Check this I know you ain't expect this 
I won't say your name but imma just call you alixis 
That's a inside joke from a tiktok video 
That I sent you back when I saw you as my home 
We've been on off for a good 5 years 
I cried a good 9 tears 
That's a book right there 
You wrote me a 4 page letter 
Expressing all your efforts 
Telling me how you want us to get back together But- 
No can't do shawty I'm thru
Heard you went to that party and you kissed some little dude 
You know me very well you know I sharing my boo
So when you do this typa shit what I'm supposed to do?

And I throwing no shade and shit you know it's all love 
Y'all made me who I am today that's what this is about 

Verse 4:
That's the top 3 in my life
The women that I would've liked to wife 
The women that I gave all of my time 
I had so many women on the sides 
I could never call mine I can't put it on my life 
Failed talking stages 
My other ex's heinous 
That's why I couldn't mention them I'd rather keep em nameless 
I still love em to death and they know I always say this 
Can't wait for their reaction when a nigga finally famous 









Ladies, Ladies, Ladies

Verse 1:
They ask me my why I'm always working 
I go crazy when I don't work 
To be honest I'm hurting 
I gotta keep myself distracted by writing a verse 
All my songs come from a dark place this shit a curse 
So if I had a good time I know it won't be heard 
I push people away and 
Relationships fail
And it happens all the time I swear I never learn 
That's why I've never ended shit with girls on good terms 

Hook:
Time waits for no man 
Death waits with cold hands 
Forget about the hoes man 
Come up with the flows

You were born alone man 
You gone die alone man 
Don't get too attached bro 
You gotta let go 

Time waits for no man 
Gotta reach your goals man 
This shit is all you got so
You gotta get going 
You gotta get going 
You gotta get going 

Verse 2: 
I feel so much lately this shit is is crazy 
Cause I've been the typa nigga where things didn't phase me 
Dying from life, dying to live please save me 
I hope it's just a long ass dream, please wake me
I had dreams of riding a in a mercedes 
With my baby but she's no longer my baby
Infact I think she hates me  
You're supposed to stick with me forever no matter what the mistakes be 

Please say something 
It's so crazy how the center of your world could easily turn into nothing 
I though I wouldn't function
With you gone and out my life shit, I thought I woulda killed my self or something 

I got a thousand niggas telling me I fumbled 
Not know that you fumbled 
Love with you is losing game, I swear it left me humbled 
The only thing that could cure me from this major L is a couple hundreds 

Hook:
Time waits for no man 
Death waits with cold hands 
Forget about the hoes man 
Come up with the flows

You were born alone man 
You gone die alone man 
Don't get too attached bro 
You gotta let go 

Time waits for no man 
Gotta reach your goals man 
This shit is all you got so
You gotta get going 
You gotta get going 
You gotta get going 


It's couple shit that's heavy on my troubled mind 
Echos almost all the time 
The pain internalised
The pain will never die 
You'd swear it's immortalised 
My brain disorganised 
It's there and then it's here 
The voices in my head 
Like whispers in my ear 
Maybe my time is near 
Wouldn't be so bad if I was swinging from a Chandelier
Now I see it crystal clear 
I know these niggas and the family wouldn't even miss a nigga if I wasn't here 

Truth 
Thats the sad truth 
Been a couple years since I thought this shit through 
I know where I'm headed but there's nothing else to do
Nothing else to lose 
Nothing left to prove 
It doesn't even help no more sitting in the booth
Working all my life I won't catch a break soon
Working all my life but I haven't made moves  
Can't hold on I don't see a break through. 

(the first of a never ending series)

soliloquy 1/March 2023  (unmastered)

verse 1:
Take it to the grave I ain't resolving no conflict
And it's to the death Its only done when I stop it 
Bunch of fake personas y'all should get out the closet 
If you want a part of PFT better stop it 
Niggas Hella broke that's why they act out of pocket 
Top spot mine and they mad that I hogged it 
They ain't doing shit so they mad that I'm locked in 
And when they never listened just remember that God did 

What I got going on now is bigger than me 
This is for the niggas that are always belittling me 
These days I can't meet nobody that's realer than me 
Like a lone wolf when I walk ain't no niggas with me 
I can't hold a convo with a fool I ain't eager to speak 
Swear the saw me cooking and then chose  begin with the beef 
Niggas is beefing alone 
Ain't entertaining a clone 
They immitating my flow 
Mad that I'm doing the most
I should take my ex's out to dinner and give em a toast 
Call me the host with the most 
Call me the host with the hoes 
Call me the host with the most hoes and craziest flows 
Call me the host with the most clones and envious foes 

The rumors are old 
Her reaction to Alexis was comedy gold 
Not a lot of girls can do it, she making me fold 
Niggas also hate the boy cause I'm getting the hoes 

verse 2:
I've lost so much sleep over this dream 
It's worse than it seems 
Ever since a younging I done had these big dreams 
Dreams about the music back when I was 13
Got my first gig back when I was 15 
Prolly do my last when I hit 50
props to M.O.B for the shit he did me 
Joined PFT back when I was 16 
8 deadly split I know that they miss me 
I remember back when they said he dissed me
Now I check my streams and the nigga listening 
Same to that bitch I know that she miss me
Even though I'm gone I still got you simping

And it had me down bad can't take L's 
Pouring out her heart never cared how she felt
Don't do love I got up when I fell 
Don't get attached freeze up when she melts 
Don't do calls I ain't picking up my cell
Don't do friends they don't wish me well
I lost all my coins to a wishing well 
Niggas folding over that fishy smell 

verse 3:
The raps is litter so the racks is bigger (ayy)
The map is bigger so I had to call the niggas  (ayy)
Cover the whole thing so- the pack is split up 
We want the whole thing so we gotta get fitter 


Just Ask (Freestyle)

Written & Performed By : Nightmare Henry, M.O.B HiLL$ & Trigger T
Produced By : MONK
Courtesy Of : Psychosomatic Fairy Tales

SYRUP (ft. Nightmare Henry, Trigger T & M.O.B HiLL$)

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soliloquy 1/March 2023 (unmastered)

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