Play Its Course (Prod. By NOVA BLU)

Project Executively produced by Mic-Andre.

Vice ft. CS1

PROD. CHEB EL

words as written

chicken chicken and grits for 6 days
sumbody should have told me
Bout the self made
im humbled so i pray
For a break 
Its not enough money
For my rent aid
CRAZY
CRAZY
CRAZY

mentos in the coke
Like im boutta blow up
Feel like my whole
Life i been stuck
In a clutch of the means
Of the grass and the greens
And the devil chose me
Im trekin for bucks
Shit outta luck for the antidote
My mind aint in time
Not forever doe
Shine and recline
Inevitable
These lines undefined
But only out the deepeness
Of the optics
I know the hypothesis
when unwanted solutions
Choose me 
Its payback for my mama
And im stoppin it
Never truly been the crumbs
In the sheets
But im covered by the blood
Of my peps
Got a issue wit rugs under ya feet
Get to steppin
Like martin told gina
Have u seen her

Tactically manage the craft
Cause the cells tapped 
And my frienimies adept
Cause they gotta be
When i rebound like the calvalry
The amount of grief
U feel slighted by what 
You found in me
A diary of a mad black
Im on the block like the
Auctions they watchin me
Raise and fall like stocks and
I botched em wit confidence
Plan ahead for the dread
Get the best of me
My community is humblin
You see the glance when you rumblin
Where was you when i fumblin
Im on the cusp 
Of planetary devastations
Hop scotchin theatrics
Improvisation
Confronted
Adapt like symbiotic substance
Look to my teachers, they blushin
The fakers bluffin
The fakers they bluffin
I know it all too well

these big bones
Fit my skintone
Stronger than sloan
telly 

i claim king
But im hard not
Narc not
u cant stop the vision
If i get far or not
Swats and entities
On they last leg
When i get hot
I drop sparks
On the rather nots
Playin wit my heart
That a vital spot




CRAZY (life)

Brownbag w/mixxdry

Keep To Myself

Different Problems (prod. Mane98)

want sum

ORPH BY MY LONELY

Never Been One Like You

2phones (n/a) *BROKEBOYMAX*

To My Beloved Brother, 

               A friend of mine recently told me about how one of her students shared a story with her about his brother who had recently passed on. The boy stated that he was “okay with this” because they just “didn’t have the science to save his brother”. I don’t think she’ll ever understand how much I felt that. Thank you for being source in which I draw my energy from and the force that guides my pen. Every candle blown out today is not only for me ,but for you and all the Spirts that guide me on my journey.

                                              Forever yours,
                                                   -The Less

Vice ft. CS1

Sam Lives