She never wanted
To wait for the ride but
Instead sit aside the rings and diamonds
She idolize the posture
Fuck what it cost you
Possessions is what she honor
She'll stroke your dick
In exchange for that mighty dollar
The price she pay cuz'
Her father was more the baller type
She so in awe
She lovin' me for the songs I write
She see potential
Them niggas not what she into
They bustin' all on her cheek
But chase her
When she get over hype
Within her privacy she
Ponder what heaven like I
Tell her bout sacrifice but
She can't let go of the compensation's
And friends that come alive on the edge
Christ told me to let the dead bury dead
Recall the innocent times
Where Simon said get in bed
I wasn't listening to Mama though
Father gone he left her
Because she lost control
The fourth grade
Was the last time I made honor roll
Honor those who remain ten toes
Throughout the grudge and spite
My next lady gon' have to be Mr. Carter's wife
Cuz' I ain't finding one similar
Shit At least
Her plan to get in my sheets
Seduce me to pay her lease
Nah
Shit ain't happenin'
I ain't never lose interest
You were an accident
I don't take niggas bitches
That's for the savages
Trust and believe
My queen has forgiven Eve
I teach her not to deceive
But (Don't lie to me)
She want the importance to me
Never forgot the past
Emotions
I see them clear
The devil tends to remind her of
Everything from the years
I played along with my peers
And bragged about how she here
On all fours
Ready to disappear
Ready to give her rear
To a nigga that won't be there
Just
Enjoying the moments
Though we walk away torn apart
I'm forever gon' know us
Healing always a process
Lookin' over shoulders
The trauma that niggas caused over money
Scorned us

Rooftops and summers lookin' at stars
Who soon forget who we are
Driving the finest cars
Fuckin' the baddest broads
And talk about how we wish it was us
Up in that two-door
Somebody's daughter in here gettin' her chew on
More money get blew on
And lace fronts get glued off

Yeah
I'm just talkin' to you
Those were the dreams I had
Fore I ever knew you
Those were the dreams I chased
Fore I wanted, somethin' more
Someone who truly yours
Patient love like the father that everybody adores
Know when you see me
You're welcomed with open arms
I gave it all up to God
I let this play in his palms for real
You know
(You know I love you right?)

NO EFFORT III

Spotify

Rooftop Summer (Prod. by E. Jones)

EGO PAIN

Apple Music

TEAR GAS

Look
Yeah I’ve been the same since 
Tell me how I lane switch 
I aint disappear Im down the road 
From Chevy Chase’s
Same old attitude new smile 
New faces 
I rebuke fakeness 
Scripts on new pages 
Energy could never have been matched 
My style different 
When I speak you listen 
Nigga pay attention 
All over the world 
It don’t matter where I stay 
It’s always been the same me 
So please get up out my face cuz’

I ain’t fuck with many of you niggas then so
Please tell me what I lost?
(Yeah) (Yeah)
I ain’t fuck with many of you bitches then so
Please tell me what I lost?
(Ain’t shit changed over here playboy)
Still that same nigga lived on 7th Street (You feel me?)
Please tell me what I lost?
(You know what time it is when I come through)
I ain’t fuck with many of you niggas then so
Please tell me what I lost?
Yeah

I came out that same spot 
Hyattsville to Claremont 
You can’t match the hustle 
I work till the sun drop
Use to hitchhike no fare for the bus stops
Hillandale to Downtown
Downtown the sports shops 
Now we talkin’ Jersey 
Posted by the train tracks 
Memories that can’t fade 
Wrestling and wave cap 
Mitchell & Ness snapbacks
Skinny jeans and blazers
I know what them girls like 
Ludacris did it major
Reflecting upon my past 
Thank the Lord I got it made 
My skull was used to the knuckles 
Kept turning the same page 
Had to look in the mirror 
Like this where the game change 
I’m making the game mine 
Boy stay in your damn lane 
I ain't the one to try it wit 
I ain't the one to play 
I ain't the one to mumble 
I’m sending shots to the face 
All over the world 
It don’t matter where I stay 
It’s always been the same me 
So please get up out my face cuz’

I ain’t fuck with many of you niggas then so
Please tell me what I lost?
(Yeah)
I ain’t fuck with many of you bitches then so
Please tell me what I lost?
(Yeah)
Still that same nigga lived on 7th Street 
Please tell me what I lost?
(Yeah)
I ain’t fuck with many of you niggas then so
Please tell me what I lost?

SINCE JOYCE KILMER (Prod. by Trell Daniels)

I’m in a bit of a situation 
Cause my heart keep telling me to go 
Don’t stop 
Never keep 'er waiting 
Logic keep your hands off her 
No debating 
I gotta keep my mind off what I’m tryna do 
Cause what I’m tryna do never what I need to do
And where I wanna go includes often  
Me & You 
And what I’m feining for I never seem to get a clue 

Ain’t nun to it man dust off shoulders 
Moncleir puffin’ like my heart colder 
I can’t find the time to trip like I’m sober 
Hide away the pain partition me chauffeur 

Shout out to the bitches graduating 
May to June faux leather cap and gown
Yeah she got a lot to show for it (Uh)
Pray to God that he keep them all away from me 
Cause they not the ones I go for 
I’m in a situation (Yeah)
Cause my dawg want me out in LA summer vibes 
Chillin with the crew 
But I’m still out in VA tryna find a new excuse 
For the time I never use 
Your boy sicker than the flu man
I promise it was never you 
I been a fool man 
Cause I been scratching off the tallies 
Keepin’ accounts of all my follies and I 
Can't erase what I’ll never do again 

Ain’t nun to it man dust off shoulders 
Moncleir puffin’ like my heart colder 
I can’t find the time to trip like I’m sober 
Hide away the pain partition me chauffeur

JOURNEY

Moncler Veil (Prod. by DatBoy229)

And it goes like 
Moncler puffer the storm right 
Too soon to tell me the murky weather 
Yeah, ten toes down in the cold right?
My tribulations are worth a stretcher 
Feel the rage mist my love leak when I bleed 
Not a bitch around that’s worth blending my seed 
I know my desires are burning like rolling sheets 
Crouchin’ through fire the devil see when I peak 

I can smell the rain coming 
My eyes have yet to lie to me 
I stepped foot in the labyrinth 
And didn’t know it 
Oblivious been living life like a kid again 
Seen many men wait by the door for deaths arrival 
And when it comes to opponents there’s not a rival 
I done pushed buttons
I’m done waiting for yall
I’m birthed problem that nobody can solve 
The pen 6’11 shoot threes like Mark Gasol 
Any of these rappers a threat? 
No not at all
List of many goats in pocket
But it’s none of ya’ll 

I stroll the car
Through red lights I’m out in SHAW
the thickest broads pop out they Na Na Na’s
Still I gotta walk through the fire 
Insanity and my pride 
To hold your hand in the scene with one of y’all
I wouldn’t touch grass or bleed for one of y’all 

Yeah I’m only here to examine the root and cause 
The truth hurts until you let it dissolve 
The new dawn i see your methods 
Survival your image not authentic you’ll brush my shoulders with eyes closed 
Light the torch 
As I lead the way for the lost souls 
I cracked the code 
these rappers all live in fear
I never fold these ten toes how I steer
I switch gears 
In the midst of it all reload the clip
And extend peace ‘fore I tear them apart 
Gracefully I let you live how could you not 
Embrace for me 
Your bitch tempting I keep her at eye candy level
The self respect that she don’t got
I trigger passive moments 
My endurance a sore spot
I figured more cash boost adrenaline 
Hit of bliss like her medicine 
The word “NO” somethin’ like doorstops
Come gamble with your life go against me a sure shot
So far in the horizon heatwaves make your soul clot 
And burn swiftly 
New Jay’s new day soles crispy 
Black jean jacket the signature of the callous mystery 
New York fitted my birth place been vandalized 
Asinine credit scores lower than birth rates 
How can I live proper my earth quakes 
No way to find peace ‘less a transaction wear you 
Like North Face 
Ride along with me for your fate 
My Birds Eye view of the sapphire sphere
Erodes fake over time

The heavens predicted I would shine
At your door like the bill collector to gimme mine
Respect the hustle got many flavors  
A columbine 
Check the style the homie really one of a kind
Solitude focus I disappear just to blossom 
I know dead people that’s breathing they souls
In coffins 
Why the fuck would I stick around 
And sink with ya? 
The questions they never ask themselves
Unfollow women I recruited 
They bad for health 
She only here when I’m alone and can’t stand myself 
Beside the point is where I’ve been 
But too blind to help 
I gotta see to all my wounds 
‘Fore I’m distributing first aids
First place what the aim is 
But I know better illustrations presented here 
By the famous is Criss Cross
The right trigger R2 I’m pissed off
The painters here just been tracing man 
Please don’t believe the lies that you saw 
Blood sweat and tears they’ll try and convince ya’ll 
That they the ones who got ball 
And I ain’t nicer at all.....

R2 (Prod. by Aris Erth)

I been 
Wastin' my time in a way that I cannot explain I been lost in my conscience 
I’m one foot away from the place I was told I belong in I heard it was promised 
I’m ten steps ahead of the girl 
That you wish you could wife up and call her your partner 
And she know that for sure she know that for sure for real 
You been throwin' rocks at the boy and hidin' your hands I know it for sure 
It’s evident by how you move around me 
Turn my back they shoot they grimey 
Yeah, Sly coop how they steal
Shout my ese’s 
All my friends lame riding for they self 
Pop up all my ex’s caught up 
She don’t wanna come back here so fuck it I won’t call her 
K-Keep a chrome heart in my chest I’m playing like Vince Carter 
And my days been long and slow 
I’m serving up the product

Till my rollie presidential dawg (Promise) 
Shootin’ for the stars (Bimmer) 
Come and pull up shorty feinin’ teach you how to ball 
I been feeling so conceited I could never fall 
Fuck my opps I’ll make ‘em bleed before I ever call a truce

Quite frankly I beens' doin’ what it do Check the mail 
I delivers everything they never do 
Libra scale I been balancin’ my time could never manage it 
When all I felt was passion and betrayal was all I fathomed, I 
Might just cop the Benz but I might just switch it to a Phantom 
Stickin up the place for 911 Porsche Carrera 
I’m still doing things I’m never sharing for the camera 
While they hope to understand us 
I just hope she don’t lose stamina 
Cause I’m hittin’ her like she came and stole my backend 
All the sins I did been washed away aint losing traction 
I came from that school where niggas claimed 
They bout that action 
Where they was servin’ packs and bathroom fights was mutual agreements not for actin' 
All the cappin niggas do man I could never practice 
All my self control is a result of loss and passion 
All you niggas comfy now believe it boy I’m comin’ hard as Venis Val 
I punish hoes she feel it WOW

Till my rollie presidential dawg 
Shootin’ for the stars 
Come and pull up shorty feinin’ teach you how to ball 
I been feelin' so conceited I could never fall 
Fuck my opps I’ll make ‘em bleed before I ever call a truce
(Fuck my opps I’ll make ‘em bleed before I ever call a truce)

Caught Up (Prod. by Kenneth English)

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

Developed a lot of bad habits 
My life consistent of meek patterns 
The baby face made ‘em all fall 
It wasn’t status of course 
Never spent a dollar on yours 
In bitter need of direction 
I never got use to flexin' 
Did nothing for me  
Like tell me how pulling up in a Lexus 
Is bringing peace to the reckless 
Searchin' for what ain’t missin'
They was spinnin' blocks for retro concords 
On the stoop 
These are not yours 
You won’t even miss ‘em

All them mixed signals they hoping that I would catch ‘em 
All them bad bitches is single and I aint stressin’
All I got today is some answers for many questions 
And lessons I’m more than fond to admit it was all a message 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 
  
Let’s talk about it please 
When I was young I had no guidance aint no one to lead
I had to get it on my own 
P’s & Q’s and B’s 
Nobody pullin’ up to the games nobody here for me 
All these inner demons reflect my relationships 
All these L’s I had to take I had to take them shits
All these situations came about I had to Derrick Rose nigga 
Keep on moving’ forward still you know that you the goat nigga 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it 

I see pussy hidden in your spirit 
You ain’t built like you say you built 
Nigga we could talk about it

Talk About It (Prod. by Kenneth English)


This shit lasted way more than it should’ve
We held on to probably’s so 
You thought you could shop me 
I don’t wanna base this love on a if like 
I know you don’t got me no 
I know you don’t got me 

She walked away but before she could do so 
I looked in her eyes and I saw its a bluff 
Don’t try to stop me 
Don’t try to stop me no
She walked away but before she could do so 
I looked in her eyes and I saw its a bluff 
Don’t try to stop me 
Don’t try to stop me no

She don’t really know these days 
If I’ll behave I got my ways 
I dont know shame 
I don’t know love 
I just know pain 
I tried so hard to be her way 

She walked away but before she could do so 
I looked in her eyes and I saw its a bluff 
Don’t try to stop me 
Don’t try to stop me no
She walked away but before she could do so 
I looked in her eyes and I saw its a bluff 
Don’t try to stop me 
Don’t try to stop me no

Why the fuck is it that you out 
2 AM tight jeans on
Latex in your purse out with your friends 
You talk about us so much with them bitches you over the joy 
Girl you had you a man 
Now all you got is a gym membership 
Takin' selfies and shit 
You been plottin' revenge 
You all alone in that high rise apartment 
Your company knows it they benefitin'  
And you already know 
You cry in your sleep feelin’ ghost 
Your vanity life that you chose 
You archive the pictures you post
Its crazy how everything we both been lookin' for hidden 
Right under our nose 
And I been hard to trust in the past 
Which is why she end up on the roads that she float 
The fires I stoke 

She don’t really know these days 
If I’ll behave I got my ways 
I dont know shame 
I don’t know love 
I just know pain 
I tried so hard to be her way 

She walked away but before she could do so 
I looked in her eyes and I saw its a bluff 
Don’t try to stop me 
Don’t try to stop me no
She walked away but before she could do so 
I looked in her eyes and I saw its a bluff 
Don’t try to stop me 
Don’t try to stop me no

She walked away but before she could do so 
I looked in her eyes and I saw its a bluff 
Don’t try to stop me 
Don’t try to stop me no
She walked away but before she could do so 
I looked in her eyes and I saw its a bluff 
Don’t try to stop me 
Don’t try to stop me no


Basic Instinct

Basic Instinct (Prod. by Elijah Melo)

Let ‘em know its all there 
For them to judge me 
The proof is in the pudding I grew from something to nothin’ 
Familiar faces recall imperfections I love it 
That lets me know I’ve grown 
Since I was in huggies breastfed Mama been stressin’ out 
My father swig the Henny bottle vices I get it now 
I contemplated suicide once living in doubt was eating at me 
My soul crying out 
I need reason to live ‘fore I disappear again
My purpose ain’t clear fear is in 
Constant 
Tug of war happenin’ and 
All I can do is watch them
Fair enough those are options
Marathon for the hustlers 
Who care less ‘bout the optics 
Father supply me strength 
I know the struggle what build the muscle
Cherish every moment that I remember 
To dodge the puddles 
My clarity depends on every second 
I stand on ten toes 
Further I go more foes arise 
And more hoe goodbyes
More 3.5’s that I smoke in the ride 
Staring up at the sky 
Questioning life and purposes
You’ve heard it all before 
But can you tell me ‘bout what purpose is? 

Furthermore see me conduct myself inappropriate
In her eyes what she envisions is where I’m ‘sposed to get 
While in my rearview life’s floodin’ 
The barricades ain’t nothing
Somehow I’m still high rise living 
The only way to perfection is high five villains 
Cryptic know my intentions is for cyanide kill ‘em
Kicked it wit’ ‘em till the side eye 
Blemished 
All forms of communication my enemies 
Get the Dylan feeling 
Wassup!?

I’m on New Hampshire to Georgia Ave trying to make a buck
All this shit that I’ve written is what I’ve said and done
While niggas worried ‘bout they highlight reels
My high life fills the void 
But see, that might kill 
That might bill her heart 
Now she can’t sit still
All this might but frail to what 
I can’t deal
What should I do about me? 
Maybe blend in with the rest of the world 
And act as if the money got me

Journey (Prod. by ARVM Beats)

I could really get it poppin’ here
Yeah, 
Tropicana sprite boy I’m ballin’ like a Cavalier 
Baby show me what your talent is 
She been looking in the wrong places
Baby want some peace 
Baby, look  I could put a lease on a leash 
I could break you off pushin’ P you ain’t P
Tryna steal from me 
I’ma teach when you reach 
She wanna know my body count 
Leach I deceased
Look 
Bitch I’m back by popular demand 
I can’t show you all my moves 
I can’t show my hand 
All I got for you is landing time 
Countin’ bands 
Got so many haters watchin’ me 
He a stan
Look 
And I went and bought some property 
With a Benz 
Look 
Stars align properly I’m outta here 
I’m coastal 
I been peepin’ how you boys shook
Never ever had my bitch took 
Funny niggas Dave Cook 
I know some bout a rapper though 
Man these niggas moist wet pussy niggas 
They laundry clothes 
Flexin’ bout a bitch 
You’s a lick we already know 
Put ‘em on a billboard lit you’s a famous hoe 

I’m Poppin’ bay-be 
Aye Aye 
Look girl I’m Poppin’ 
Aye Aye 
I told you lil’ niggas I been shoppin’
Aye Aye 
Princess cut baby look my diamonds 
Aye Aye 
I’m poppin’ I’m poppin’
I’m ugh -
Don’t be stuntin’ up in here like you with me 
Put ‘em out the club 
Leave that boy on Sesame 
I don’t hang wit clowns I don’t mess with no police 
Speaking of police they ain’t never come get me 

I been off the road like I’m ridin’ ATV’s huh?
California roll spicy mayo please huh
See how annoying it is when niggas get on beats huh?

But I can kick it to ya somethin’ like a Clipse
I been ridin’ down HU boy I use to hit 
Hella bitches know my name 
Hella bitches got the gist 
Wasn’t shit, till I left my mama’s house I’m on the blip
Now I walk around like grave pissin’ finger poppin’ jit
I been workin’
I been swerving 
I been a money makin’ virgin
I never splurge it 
This hoe told me she was worth it 
I must be cursed then 
She later told me she was jokin’
She really only only stayin’ for the dick

Cause I’m poppin’ 
Baby 
Aye Aye 
Look girl I’m Poppin’ 
Aye Aye 
I told you lil’ niggas I been shoppin’
Aye Aye 
Princess cut baby look my diamonds 
Aye Aye 
I’m poppin’ I’m poppin’
I’m ugh - 
Don’t be stuntin’ up in here like you with me 
Put ‘em out the club 
Leave that boy on Sesame 
I don’t hang wit clowns I don’t mess with no police 
Speaking of police they ain’t never come get me 

TropìCana Sprite (Prod. by SHAGGY 16X9)

I grew up in the slums 
But I still know not to compare 
What they talkin ‘bout 
In my pockets was crumbs 
But I still had the sauce for ‘ol girl 
‘Fore she ran her mouth 
Though my record of scorn women 
Is top notch I don’t condone 
How I laid ‘em out 
Chalk it up for the young 
They say memories fade 
But I still recall moments I’m selfish I did it my way 
Trust me lil’ nigga I don’t mean to preach you 
When I say don’t 
And I did it myself? 
I don’t mean pull out composition book
Ain’t here to teach you 
Where would I be 
If not for these errors my trials’ll be feeble

Dawg 
I’m headed where nobody’s been 
Top spot shooter my aim 20/20 
I’m goin’ where nobody’s been 
Pullin’ fresh than a bitch motherfucker
I’m whippin’ this big body Benz 

It’s like I done planted a wire n shit 
My haters is talkin’ again 
My old hoes are talkin’ again
I’m poppin’ I said it again 
Shit I done went put a ring on lil’ shorty 
I know I’m the topic again 
Bitch I might I blow up tomorrow n shit
You might see Osama again 

Niggas ain’t been where I been 
I know better than try and fit your shoes homie
I fit where I’m in 
Taylor made Levi’s nigga the cuff let you know 
You ain’t fresh az I’m iz 
I don’t know if I’m over my sins 
I need pussy I hit ‘er again 
I need pussy I bent ‘er again
 
Dawg 

I know the truth gon’ save me 
It all takes time 
I seen it come thru in the clutch Like McGrady 
Many precautions I did have to take ‘fore I made that lil’ shorty my lady 
The body gon’ die the spirit live on I know I sound crazy 
I wouldn’t turn back if you paid me 
I don’t care if you’ve heard from me lately 
Don’t be calling’ my phone on fugazi
Heard you gossip like you really pay me
Don’t be tellin’ nobody you made me 

Dawg

I’m headed where nobody’s been 
Top spot shooter my aim 20/20 
I’m goin’ where nobody’s been 
Pullin’ fresh than a bitch motherfucker
I’m whippin’ this big body Benz 

It’s like I done planted a wire n shit 
My haters is talkin’ again 
My old hoes are talkin’ again
I’m poppin’ I said it again 
Shit I done went put a ring on lil’ shorty 
I know I’m the topic again 
Bitch I might I blow up tomorrow n shit
You might see Osama again 


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