I love it how creative you are on your tracks Ssteejay, if you feel like working together, send over a DM. We can support your PR on SC or Spotify.

This really got something unique. Also production wise it is on point, good work Ssteejay. Hit me up for some PR on SC or Spotify.

Bomb Rush Cyberfunk fanmade mixtape!!

Take Em To Church (feat. Abi G)

minimalist (2017)

Lyrics: 
Posted up on granny’s crib bumping Ready to Die.
The ironic thing was that I was ready to die. 
Ceiling fan is spinning while I lay back and prophecize.
Listening to lyrics of the niggas that I idolize. 
If you want a piece of my pain, just stare into my eyes.
Witness all the dried tears and struggles lurking in disguise.
Momma always said: “you’re royalty son”
So I’ll never hold my tongue until my story is sung.
Amongst the masses, spazzing over all this boom bap shit.
Till I cope with problems I’m seeing straight through my glasses.
Till the dope I’m selling gets ripped up out of the package.
My quotes was getting me through my classes.
Never spooked to face the truth, I don’t know what a mask is.
Burned my fears ashes so I can reach the next chapter.
I manufacture these bars so I can murder rappers.
I preach my pain to ease the strain like a muscle relaxer.

Dream is something that ain’t easy to reach.
Me speaking on my problems doesn’t mean that I’m weak. 
Im exhaling all my pain, but it don’t put me at ease. 
So I’ll keep writing these rhymes until I seek out my peace. (2X)


Y’all wasn’t there when them rats pattered past my feet.
Watched the roaches scatter as I shook them shits up out my sheets.
I couldn’t sleep, life put me at my lowest peak.
With no dedication, no inspiration, no will to speak.
AC was broken, had to thug it out in summer heat. 
Momma working every single day so we could fucking eat.
All I had was a notepad, some pens, and a beat. 
Better check your pockets, this knowledge I’m kicking isn’t cheap.
Riding in the hoopty, my older homies would scoop me.
Lighting doobies, ashing blunts before we pulled up at the movies.
Searching for groovy booties, attempting to get the coochie.
To neglect all of our fucked up pasts, like we was off some roofies.
Avoiding goofies, playing cards I was handed.
Self wealth was reprimanded, commanded by all the damage.
Wrote in compositions to calm my position, I was planning.
Regardless of my wrongs, I was writing out my standards.

Mixed/Mastered By Jeremy Torres.
Another Single Off Of My Up And Coming Album 
"Lost Soul"
Shout Out To @Kilamusic For This Beat!!!
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Finessin' (feat. Mick Jenkins)

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GLIMPSE (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

luh song i made bout how i feel nshit..

Love yall #SmiHive 

prod by Phoelix 

Mastered @ Classick Studios in Chicago IL

art by Denita Turner

HOOK:
Float innis bitch 
Like a Parade 
Feelin Like 
Ghost I admit 
I’m onna James 
St Patrick’s day 
Da Tint match my safe 
Only See me when I sang 
Donny Outthaway 



VERSE 1:
Eyes stay low 
Like da night tied 
tell em I ain’t 
1942 fa stamina

Don’t chu dare 
Gimme does eyes
fuck up da whole vibe 

I don’t do energy leeches 
Niggas think u can’t do it 
Kuz dey can’t 
Faded  inna bleachers 

Driving down 
Bermuda Road 
Nigga Gas tank 
On Ether 

20 miles 
N hour creepin 
Kuz u know 
How Ferguson 
Police is 

Love my bish 
2 pieces 
I gave her a piece of me 
Hat onna fro 
Like Smeezy E 
Dis shit easy to me 
And Regionally 
Dey luv dis 
Country shit 
From Compton 
To middllee east 

I came thru the back door 
It is what it be 
Wasn’t none of this given to me 
I be thinking lot more bout the system I beat
Than bout what I did to a beat 



HOOK:
Float innis bitch 
Like a Parade 
Feelin Like 
Ghost I admit 
I’m onna James 
St Patrick’s day 
Da Tint match my safe 
Only See me when I sang 
Donny Outthaway 


VERSE 2:
All we do is break records 
Den break bread 
N get late breakfast 
Rise up like dem crossaint 
Butter luh baby up 
N den get right back 2 summoe funds 
(Hater) 
“Who is dat boy in dat truck 
Dat Window half cracked 
dem nappy naps 
Flap n da wind 
N why it look like my hoe wan jump up 
N why he lookin back wat Da fuck y’all frens”


Nigga it’s me yaaaa
Das 
S M Double E Z Y 
Use 2 keep a gram inna Levi’s 
Now it’s 30 grand stuffed 
N da L V tons 

My city came a long way from “ANDLE e.i”
20 years let’s now it’s “ANDLE Smi” now
And I got love for Mo das big bro 
He got love for me y’all
How long is he gone go 
I don’t know I guess til the beat stop
....and then we back 

Everybody wanna get on get known 
Talk about a fucking mental syndrome
Got me sitting back like nuh uh hell nah 
President look like Love & HIPHOP
Crocodile tears allegations up the wall
Fuck around vote shit fuck around don’t 
Working on a world where I can govern my own
Repeats****

Donny Outhaway

EMAIL ME FOR BUSINESS HERE: teejxytheabstract@gmail.com

Recording Artist From The Dirty South.
South Florida Native With Articulate Flows, Meaningful Lyrics, And Braggadocious Rhymes.

Pain? [Prod. KiLaMDaPro]

SSTEEJAY

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