Nickels n Dimes Prod:THEANCIENTONES

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Sit Tight

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Do You

It's been rough, but here's the next part of Just Some Bars. Enjoi.


"Snakes all in the grass, I’m just watching em slither
Keep the drank in my glass till I’m stopping my liver
Best friends with outlaws and dealers so without out laws we living
Ain’t too proud of it, but fuck sobriety, I ain’t a quitter
I always wanted to be a player, but I guess I never fit the bill
I doubt the women feel my twitchy ass always bad at sitting still
Drink until I pass out, prolly why my liver feels like shit
All the passions ashes out, so if passed I take little hits
If that, even then I won’t be kick back, paranoia
Hits bad, so mostly I’m just fucking up a six pack
I’ll be lucky to die a middle aged functioning alcoholic
I’m done with all the self care I’d rather tumble down to the bottom
Trying to dodge the rocks everyday say I’m sorry god
My mom’s and pop’s just wanted me to be on my job
So I figure I’ll be lucky to find me a decent wage
My homies all want to make it I guess that we all age different
I just wanna make it to my grave without my faith missing
Drunk in front of the bible like an Irish priest page flipping
Looking for my answers even though I’ll prolly forget em
If you’ve seen a better side of me I highly doubt that I’ve met him
My demons were like a symbiote and I was drowning in venom
My friends all got advice for me, I’ll try it out in a second




I might have to quit smoking and if I do I really will miss it
Got drunk with some demons while they were killing my spirits
I almost let the demons take control
Almost gave up on faith I know god would forsake my soul
But I can’t let em kick me while I’m down cause I’d hate go
Out like that cause I know that is Satan’s goal
My purpose from god? I would never trade for gold
Or basic old things because they won’t make me whole
God I apologize for all the times I’m gonna fall short
And all the times I already have, I know my faults lord
And thank you for that! Cause I barely know much else
I just pray I get back to trying to know myself
Took some hits I know that dealt damage below my belt
I was gone for so long, almost forgot how sober felt
Crawling back to you yet again, the work will never end
Just tryna change my life for real before I tell my friends
What’s been up spent too much time drunk and slumped
Still love Fort Worth but I can’t be stuck in funks
No more, trying hold doors open like Hodor
I was too bent off three 40s a day why I fold for

I’ve been praying, while they prey on me religiously
I ain’t no Getoboy but my mind’s been playing tricks on me
I’m sick of these fuck boys taking all my victories
And my inner peace, pistols free your mind when the trigger squeeze

I try to be the good guy but they stay on my bad side
Psyche fucked up from trying to hold onto my damn pride
Mind like a wet noodle my brains have been pan-fried
People think they can’t count on me because I got my hands tied
Mfs get cut like Samurai Champloo
Move with a rag tag crew like Gene, Mugen and Foo
Wilin too much like a damn foo, hypnotized by the drink, got me puking up blue, sadly this bullshit ain’t new
Fuck it tho, finna pick up flow,
Wondering to myself where did the love all go
Stuck and slow inside my mind tell me what you wanna know
I won’t hold back, cognac make me throw up my soul, feeling too comfortable"

Just Some Bars Pt. 3 Vol. 2 | prod Jean La Beats

Here is the next part to "Just Some Bars"
Enjoi.

"Getting loosey goosey and drunk while sipping the duce
Feeling too faded get screw faced for the better of two days
Tell me to my face fuck you then say I did you the rude way
Bitch go suck a dick, too many people are too fake
I do what I want could give a fuck less about whatever you say
Bitch wanted the smoke so I wetted him, I’m Bobby Boucher
Me and and the homies baking our brains, mines a soufflé
They told me this is your brain on drugs, I told em touché
I’ll take my eggs over easy
Try me it’s over easy
I’m John Cena in the streets
So no popo can ever see me
But damn, neither can y’all
And that ain’t okay with me
like athletes that lack team I play for free
But I got people, and I love to do this
So it’s not feeling heavy on my shoulders
It’s just my steeple, I’m talking with God in some of these verses
Moses and these beats are my burning bush I converse with
He told me life is what you make it so stop trying to control it
I know that don’t make sense to most of you cause most of you are soulless
I couldn’t see her through the fog, till I got closer, learned to smoke less
Now I’m hoping I can hold her when the whole world is a cold mess
And now I can see, life’s not a bitch, she’s petite and sumn sweet
You try to take what I got then I’ll leave you on up the street
With holes in your clothes looking like pieces of fucking cheese
I’ll kill you quietly imma Khajit with a 100 sneak
Trying to play games with me, I’ll blackout and kill the power
Take the batteries out ya back now you wilting fast as a flower
I’ve been rooted deep in this shit learned how to grow in the mud
The brown water made see two much and I started throwing it up


I told her to be honest I just want to fuck don’t need love
Cause all of that extra stuff isn’t really something I want
And if you rap and don’t like me go ahead and keep subbing me punk,
Just don’t be surprised when I pullup with that submachine gun
The mac-10 dump and do more than make ya back bend
Halfen your body than leave you gasping
Like a fish outta water
Grab the stick and I slaughter
Sergeant killing em all off
Grab choppers and pop off
Like Oshea w sawed offs
The bodies are hawled off
To the pile inside the woods
You just smiling like it’s good
But you sus like riding through the hood
Run you over like I’m Suge
Get out my way"

Just Some Bars Pt. 4 Vol. 2

Written produced and engineered by Ozzy Monroe

Waiting inside we gon see if you slide
Burning trees match the green in your eyes
Waiting to see if there’s moments for me in your time
Came from the side where the sea is
So vibes on the beach is nothing new in your life
All of your dreams can be free b ut the keys in your mind
Everything’s Convenience and entertainment
They bread me up while I be out performing in different places
A victim of the cycle of the vices I can’t escape em
They walking round blind to this day to my amazement
I’m Sorry I forget your name I see many different faces
When my opinions differ I go view it from different angles
I woke up in the morning from sleep with an Angel
If you need reassurance I’ll give you a bay full
Waiting inside we gon see if you slide
Burning trees match the green in your eyes
Waiting to see if there’s moments for me in your time
Came from the side where the sea is
So vibes on the beach is nothing new in your life
All of your dreams can be free but the keys in your mind

Gotta Love It

Bong and Bongos Outro

OUTHOUSE 4AM (FREE VERSE) FEAT. Duhmage X Ambition Deficiency (prod.patsy)

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Journey

Music produced by Poofy Man. "Popstar," originally written and performed by Dj Khalid and Drake.  

Popstar [TRAP REMIX]


there's a girl in my psych class, whos trynna get the dick
yo please stop texting, I'm not interested,
I'm trynna lock in my songs, flowing is my truest state
haven't ate enough today, I think its time to clean a plate

I'm missing my ashtray, I hate going straight
but my focus don't come easy, I fear this the only way
now I'm passing all of my classes, pretty soon I'm getting paid
plenty sex in the last year so I don't need to get laid

assuming she can't hear that I'm focused on my grades
now she's shedding mad tear cause I do not want to play
her little games like NBA, so I pray up to the God
that she don't follow, just to get her out my way

nothing piss me off more than a girl who misgenders my cat
looking at her close I got dysfunction in my dick fat
it's Gemini conjunction and I really want to miss that
trim a verse like a bonsai, really gotta clip that

truth be pouring out a fountain in my pen
I be climbing up a motherfuking mountain in my head
everytime I'm on the mic, you better hear what I just said
if you listen to my lyrics, you can tell that I'm misled

they say smoke 'em if you got 'em, I don't got 'em, so I smoke his
I'm bringing speaker, beats, and rhymes, test his flow like popquiz

brought laptop in the backpack, 
and a matchbox, 
sending cashapp for the fat pack,
finna roll up, 
take a trip to mary Jane's

I don't hesistate getting meditative
When I elevate, I'm accelorated
way too animated when it's on
and I'm agitated when it's gone
when my dad acts like ass
pin that tail on my brain

I used to hate the smell
now I like it more than rain
I might go to hell, 
I don't care I like taste

I just smoke it, never sell
never worried if it's laced
cause I know my bro so well
like I live inside his brain

WolfGang...


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