this is nice. this is cool. this is calm. it is hard af

stressed (w/ emoguapo)

real shit stay sketchd $$$

(lyrics)

i’m a perfect figurine 
like a wooden model 
i been rappin 
since the age i quit the baby bottle 
i got xanax on my tongue 
reading aristotle 
shrooms n stimulants 
my brain is tweaking full throttle 
smokin dope 
in a puffer coat 
sellin coke 
get the fuck up off my phone 
yo music just a joke 
i’m lighting up the weed
then i heat the fucking stove
i’m skatin never drove 
fuck a whip i’m in my zone 

get too cocky 
when i’m mixin caffeine 
wit da oxy
i’m on the dark web 
trappin vpn proxy 
i’m jus coolin heavy druggin
never said i was a lyricist 
hatin on my shit then pussy 
hope u fucking hear this shit 
fuck my teachers fuck my ex 
fuck the mental hospital 
fuck the cops and fuck it all 
8 ball in my balls 
hide it from the cop patrols 
pussy boy u switchin roles 
i remember i was low 
but now i’m making  end goals 
now i’m making stacks ho 
fuck her in a bath robe 
shawty so addicted to me 
think she need some black dope 
sippin on sum yerba tea 
shawty smokin burr w me 
i ain’t even know you pussy 
why u tryna murder me

figurine wooden model (p. nono g)

(lyrics)

i need more money in my safe 
luv 2 hit licks 
take her home 
all below my waist it’s her lip stick
thought it was da 40 
she was grabbing on ma big dick
if yo body count is more than my age 
bitch dip 
tokin on a 4 gram dutch 
while i kickflip 
staying by myself
but all i do is get lit 
sketchy but i’m on the low 
serve thru the district 
hit me up no matter where u @ 
it gon get shipped
they called me a weird dipshit 
cus i bend the norm 
i nevr comply 
since the day i was damn born 
fuck a cubicle or a desk or a fucking dorm 
bands from da trap nd the beats 
i ain’t broke no more 
u got warned once 
then i rolled u in my blunt
clone bitch 
u get kicked out 
no punt 
white albino 
and a zip of runts 
feel like chris travis 
puffin 3 junts 

i’m a angel
shynin in the damn sun 
and when it snow out
still b goin dumb 
and my cold fingers
wrapped on da gun 
if u dressed blue and black 
den u better run 

u dunno what we be on 
where we come from 
these motherfuckers
held me down in the damn mud 
livin right out west  
shoutout young thug
man giv me a minute
yea i needa smoke a gram up

yea i needa smoke a gram up
snort a line up yuh
sketch

dinero en mi safe (p. glossalia)

(lyrics)

and the coke withdrawals 
dat shit kick me in the balls 
4 perks down 
can’t feel shit at all
windows and the m caps
we gon roll 
why u love me girl
why did u fall 
jus a drugged out kid and i’m 6 feet tall 
maybe cus she see da blick 
stickin outta my draws 
and i pick up
whenever she fiend 
and she call
but i’m focused on the grind 
wit the klique we gon ball 
fuck a fed glock 
need a new ar
last winter 
offa like 8 bars 
almost died 
now i’m geeked 
whippin cars
round the lot 
feel my fuckin 808s
hittin hard 
jaw clenching 
like a fucking retard 
fuck what they say 
all i do go hard 
blood in my nose
from da 
white glass shards 
shrooms in my system 
lookin @ the stars 
knife out 
stick his ass up
like a poster 
henny wit the ice 
i don’t need a coaster 
u could never expect me 
2 be sober 
blacked out 
but i never get hungover 
cus i’m too young 
2 fuckin based
talk shit put dat tool 
to ya fuckin face
i was 13 
wit a felony case 
catch a fed on the street
put him in his place 
where his damn place it
in the fucking dirt
bitch i’m smokin purp 
dead opp herb 
cocaina pearls 
on me bitch i feel like kirb 
got da pack on me 
hood or the burbs 

honda or tha v8
imma swerve 
momma 
yea i know i’m the damn worst 
did i fuck up
sellin and sniffin perks

too young 2 based (p. float)

(p. crescnta)

(lyrics)

5 hunnid more
spend on the yay 
it’s a cycle 
cannot get away 
life get 2 me again 
everyone fades
yea my best friend gone 
fucked in my brain 
saw him die 
had to get back up on the bars
holdin back 
too emotional in the car 
shawty locked 
saw my dawg pass
in my arms 
benzos got me ‘gain
girl don’t be alarmed 
simple in 2012 
lookin at the stars 
in the floor 
of our la apartment 
it don’t help
even if the money large 
i been tryna cope 
since u departed 
go retarded 
but she do it 4 the wrong reasons 
last summer 
in the forest geeking
finna gettt u back
start a new season 
baby it’s our reality 
we can leave them 

now i’m back smokin squares
on a friday 
4 years 
thought i’d quit 
i ain’t try mane 
cus i love smokin reds 
skate from the hood 
and im spittin on da feds

momma is u proud 
when u see im makin bread 
offa music i said 
i’ll get u a fuckin benz 
but i’m spendin it illegally 
cus yk my head 
is something u wouldn’t 
wanna deal wit instead

Keep on fucking up 
I swear I don’t mean it 
I be doing shit 
for all the wrong reasons 
Up all night 
Shawty Im not done feeing 
Weather getting colder
Guess its time for a new season 

What im telling you
just trynna give life meaning 
No matter what I do 
I end up in the deep end 
No one can hear me but 
im always fucking screaming 
But Ill be there for you 
cause I know that you need me

new season (w/ noobsesh)

music video: 
https://youtu.be/fcD1Rlzh8hs?si=-zZzNJxc84O793Ux

unique $ound (p. sk3tch)

searching for you (p. nono g)

angel in the distance (p. sk3tch)

Seance (Prod.YxngHydra)

~•lyrics•~



Purple flowers danced around me, crying to the moon
Why you looking lazy
Told your bitch bust a move 

AK round my shoulder so you better fuken move

Lip gloss stains on my neck 
Knives always rip through my skin
Know my blood always drip
Entangled with love
Why I rep the witch Klique 
angels on my shoulder told your bitch get a grip
Bows in my hair 
Pink Whitney take a sip 
Cold weather air,
Bite my lips
Made a magik potion don’t be scared take a sip
Close my eyes and I’m shooting from the hip

BOWS {freestyle} {p. cutmeupp}

Prod Alfie Snapped x Mamoru

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Lyrics

CHORUS

Said I wake up in the morning
Not sober 
Wake up in the morning 
Hungover

Wintertime giving me the cold shoulder
Guns on my body baby 
I’m a soldier 

Warm like Mexico 
That’s how the blunt make me feel

I’m in the catacombs 
I’m in Paris with Kanye 

Follow the metronome 
Yeah the heart beat of life

And when I’m headed home 
That’s when I feel alright 

VERSE

I see the sun
When I wake up
I smoke a blunt 
And get my cake up
I’m not the one 
I’ll leave you face up 
6 feet in the ground 
You get laid up

I see the star shine 
Like diamonds
So high but you know I’m still climbing
Cut my heart out like the Mayans 
Tear drops on a keyboard crying 

My eyes so low
I can’t see at all
Don’t even try to speak to me
I know you not involved
I’m fucking balling wit my bro 
You know how it go 
Wake up in the morning 
And I’m still gone

CHORUS

Said I wake up in the morning
Not sober 
Wake up in the morning 
Hungover

Wintertime giving me the cold shoulder
Guns on my body baby 
I’m a soldier 

Warm like Mexico 
That’s how the blunt make me feel

I’m in the catacombs 
I’m in Paris with Kanye 

Follow the metronome 
Yeah the heart beat of life

And when I’m headed home 
That’s when I feel alright

stressed (w/ emoguapo)

sk3tch

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