~~LYRICS~~

[intro]

He tried to take off but we off him 
They stealing my swag it’s exhausting
These boys make me sick got me nauseous
He won’t speak on my name
He gon diss me with caution
My niggas gon blow up we moving like Boston
Sippin on purple his cup filled with toxins
She said I’m toxic that wasn’t an option

[hook]

He tried to take off but we off him 
They stealing my swag it’s exhausting
These boys make me sick got me nauseous
He won’t speak on my name
He gon diss me with caution
My niggas gon blow up we moving like Boston
Sippin on purple his cup filled with toxins
She said I’m toxic that wasn’t an option
Diamonds in the teeth we ain’t doing no flossing 

[Verse 1]
Track hawk swerve bitch I sit in a red eye
He talking crazy we turn him to dead guy
She lit with a filter let me see your real eyes
Her new nigga broke and I hope that she realize
Stacking these deads but I’ll run through the paper
She wanna eat me up now or later
Severing these junkies we call him a waiter
Walking with percs and some X at the party we cater

[Bridge]
Walking with percs and some X at the party we cater
She wanna eat me up now or later
Severing these junkies we call him a waiter
Stacking these deads but I’ll run through the paper
Her new nigga broke and I hope that she realize
lit with a filter let me see your real eyes
He talking crazy we turn him to dead guy 
Track hawk swerve bitch I sit in a red eye

[Verse 2]
I can’t be caught outside on lack 
when these boys want smoke wit me 
We aiming for Arms, chest and neck
He won’t even make it to surgery
I won’t argue with no nigga
All these boys like birds to me
She told me he gone so please come hit it
I had to spin with urgency

[hook]

He tried to take off but we off him 
They stealing my swag it’s exhausting
These boys make me sick got me nauseous
He won’t speak on my name
He gon diss me with caution
My niggas gon blow up we moving like Boston
Sippin on purple his cup filled with toxins
She said I’m toxic that wasn’t an option
Diamonds in the teeth we ain’t doing no
 He tried to take off but we off him 
They stealing my swag it’s exhausting
These boys make me sick got me nauseous
He won’t speak on my name
He gon diss me with caution
My niggas gon blow up we moving like Boston
Sippin on purple his cup filled with toxins
She said I’m toxic that wasn’t an option
Diamonds in the teeth we ain’t doing no flossing

4. Take Off (Prod. Nejo)

My first offering off my debut album "A Far Ways From Home"
Dropping 11/19!
We touching 16 today, Happy birthday to me!

(prod by: Sypooda)
Mixed & Mastered by: June.MP3
Executive prod: June.MP3

*Lyrics*
Feel like a burden livin'
When you spend yo whole life needin' curb side assistance
Trynna fill in this distance with love that's only given from the one and only
He felt heat creepin' now he say "I got it on me"
One in the head so he can cook that shit
A couple shots up to the head,
My senior took that shit
Prayers for granny
Sacred spirit, touched by grammy
You understand me?
Pocket profit to fill the pantry
My momma's family
Had to rely on God's plan B
Popped off the latex, then I had to rely on the plan B,
I'm getting handsy with pen
Inhaled the sin, then I blow it to the wind
Drugs heroic to my bloodline
I know I'll fail again
Had to learn when it was go time,
I got that from my kin
All these tiger stripes was earned
Pain is healing, can't discern
Pray my soul willin' to accept anything I can learn from the basement

Man I know my spirit too adjacent
With my daddy, and his pass spirits racin'
To leech up off my soul
But angels stopped the chasin'
My granny, grammy, dea, seen the demon I was facin'
I know that they be prayin for me

What you learn in the basement ?
I learned you can't depend on outsiders for peace
I learned tryna fit daddy shoes will have you feeling defeat
I learned yo soul ain't the only thing that the demons eat
Yo heart will fall apart if you don't part from the pink
I washed my hands in the sink but the sins stuck on me
I heard brooklynn scream and I froze, is this a dream ?
Im on the phone wit Rajone, ignore pleads and play sleep
And in that moment I swore to never leave a love one in the basement
Anyways, grandma kicked me out, to the basement I retreat
Wonder why always had to keep a broken girl on side of me
Knowing if things all go left my mom was right that she won't side wit me
Not even insurance is reassuring me
In between her legs is where you find my insecurity
And far deep in my past is where you find my purity
So as lay in mamas basement asleep
I realize life is jus a movie and I got front row seat

God said my seat in heaven still remains vacant
Until I finish telling all my tales from basement
Downstairs somewhere in between god and Satan
Empty pockets empty wallet made me feel forsaken
I lay down on flo and ponder if I will make it

Basement Tales (ft. Jai37)

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Lana Rhoades (bp)

With a followup to last year’s stellar debut, it’s Toronto-based, platinum-certified producer, songwriter and music director SLWJMZ!

Using the full range of his talents as a vocalist, instrumentalist, composer and arranger, SLWJMZ lays out a musical palette rich with character and movement, that invites others to add their touch and style. This followup is sure to elevate even the most seasoned producer’s sample banks.

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All Of This

Telling lies I said I quit but nah 
my brother keep G5 you know that bitch fresh out the box 
Im sending shots at niggas, I hope they hit em he with his thot
Spin again so quick we making sure your block stay hot
Didn't wanna say shit 
But I had to face it 
Didn't wanna wast time 
Don't hit me no FaceTime 

Your main bitch such a fan of me 
Sleeping off that wock no fantasy bitch 
Eat me up no manners so quick 
Wock got me nauseous and shit 
I fell asleep behind the wheel I'm tired 
Told me pull up on her couldn't do without my fye 

I keep sending shots yeah 
Spin while its hot yeah 
Creep down his block yeah 
Aint get no stops oh yeah
In a four door ford no focus 
My brother clutch on 4nick 
We wiped his nose he so sick 

I got your brother in this wood its getting hard to smoke it 
That bitch don't care about what I do told her I got motion 
Your O.G a bitch to me 
I got her on her knees like look up make a wish to me 

That boy he get no bread I know he hate it 
His bitch on me but ion got patience 
Bands up be so real, Im in this big body so nameless 
On the the search for real gon make sure that this fucking k hit 
I aint even hit that bitch just want my bread
She think I wanna fuck, I had to tell her brain instead 
My momma keep on calling asking why my cup so red 
Nodding off forgetting everything I had just said 

Telling lies I said I quit but nah 
my brother keep G5 you know that bitch fresh out the box 
Im sending shots at niggas, I hope they hit em he with his thot
Spin again so quick we making sure your block stay hot
Didn't wanna say shit 
But I had to face it 
Didn't wanna wast time 
Don't hit me no FaceTime 


Lana Rhoades (bp)

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