Produced By Icami, Noahmejia, Andrzxz

(Lyrics)

For real, you know my body
For real, you know I got it
From tears, empty pockets
Now it’s bills in my wallet
What’s real and what’s fake, I’m tryn’ reveal all my problems
The seal, better not break it, it’s a real precious bottle 
It seems that my fate is written, ah, what do I know 
I speed right down 85, I glide on top of potholes
The demon on that body wide, it’s speedy just like Marco’s 
We T’d up like Mardi Gras, last summer with my Vatos 

Hold up, bend that coupe
Strike that hoe, we ain’t tripping on no car note
Commendable, what niggas do with my swag, can’t go far though 
Undefendable, 300 ‘Black could lowkey knock your arm off 
It’s so memorable, just skipping class and posting up at Topgolf 
Unremarkable, these niggas tried so hard to be the knockoff
It’s not parkable, that TRX take up two parking spots, yeah
But it’s yelling like a foreign, push that bitch right off the charts, yeah
Red and yellow on that Rari, I ain’t never banked Wells Fargo

But what do I know
I fuck these bands up, like I hit the lotto
I feel like Kev, if it’s foreign, make it wobble
One to the leg, when he walk, that nigga gon wobble
I’m not a fan cus these niggas not moving proper
I’m finna roll this spliff by hand, where’s the grabba
And these niggas keep hating, tell ‘em play if they wanna
Keep playing, we can pull up where you lay with them ‘yoppas

For real, you know my body
For real, you know I got it
From tears, empty pockets
Now it’s bills in my wallet
What’s real and what’s fake, I’m tryn’ reveal all my problems
The seal, better not break it, it’s a real precious bottle 
Concealed carry, bitch I got the real problem solver
Fuck deals, who gone pay enough for both me and my mama
I’ll really slime a hoe, they’ll probably vote me off that island 
Can’t waste no time lil hoe, I’m making phone calls while I’m driving 

The strains on my body
The stains on designer shit just came with the item
I slay these exotic bitches, hoe might got the itis
These strains that I blaze, I might got permanent bronchitis 
The sleep deprivation, it’s just way too hard to fight it
The E63 just like a plane when you inside it
That big 223 just spit like seeds when it’s excited 
This shit not new to me, I damn near was the first one on it 

It seems that my fate is written, ah, what do I know 
I speed right down 85, I glide on top of potholes
The demon on that body wide, it’s speedy just like Marco’s 
We T’d up like Mardi Gras, last summer with my Vatos 
Hold up, bend that coupe
Strike that hoe, we ain’t tripping on no car note
Commendable, what niggas do with my swag, can’t go far though
Undefendable, 300 ‘Black could lowkey knock your arm off 
It’s so memorable, just skipping class and posting up at Topgolf 

For real, you know my body
For real, you know I got it
From tears, empty pockets
Now it’s bills in my wallet
What’s real and what’s fake, I’m tryn’ reveal all my problems
The seal, better not break it, it’s a real precious bottle 

Hold up, bend that coupe
Nigga got slimed because the make and model
Hold up, what’s that coupe
12 don’t know, cus I just went full throttle 
Damn, I could have went Hysteric on that bitch, but I went Prada
Brand new drip in by the pair, rock that shit just like a model

Vadova - Potholez

Holiday Lights Don’t Pay These Bills

hip-hop & rap, trap

Holiday vibes meet real-life economics.

This one’s about the grind continuing when the decorations are up and the road doesn’t stop. Coffee, miles, discipline, and silence — the kind of work that keeps things moving even when business slows down.

Festive season outside. Focused mindset inside.

Respect the grind.

Lyrics:
Yeah…
Late night.
Coffee hot.
Mind clear.
Let’s ride.

Fredrick look around like “man, they hear but don’t think,”
Believe whatever’s loud, never question the link.
He ain’t mad at ‘em, nah, it’s more like concern,
‘Cause truth take effort and most people don’t learn.

They repeat what they fed, headline mindset,
Fredrick read between lines, hasn’t missed yet.
He don’t argue with noise, he just keeps it contained,
‘Cause wisdom move quiet, not addicted to fame.

18 wheels, state to state,
While they talk online, Fredrick navigates.
Coffee in the cup, eyes wide late,
Miles on the clock, real hustle don’t wait.
Yeah—
Business slow but the grind still real,
Holiday lights don’t pay these bills.

Truck stop glow, midnight shift,
Life ain’t sweet but the work still legit.
Season get slow, numbers dip,
But he don’t fold when the pressure hit.

White lines blur, engine hum,
He’s movin’ freight while they scroll dumb.
Sleep get short, days get long,
But discipline strong when the money gone.

18 wheels, state to state,
While they talk online, Fredrick navigates.
Coffee in the cup, eyes wide late,
Miles on the clock, real hustle don’t wait.
Yeah—
Business slow but the grind still real,
Holiday lights don’t pay these bills.

Cab so quiet he can hear his thoughts,
Every mile teach lessons school never taught.
He seen fake rich, he seen real broke,
Difference? One grind, one just hope.

He don’t chase hype, he chase sustain,
Slow money better than fast fame.
When it’s lean season, he tighten the plan,
‘Cause grown man moves don’t panic—they stand.

Some need noise just to feel alive,
Fredrick need silence to sharpen his drive.
Dashboard glow, prayer under breath,
He respect the road ‘cause it teach him depth.

18 wheels, still rollin’ strong,
Rain or snow, night or dawn.
Coffee cold but the mission hot,
Fredrick still movin’ when others stop.

Yeah…
No shortcuts.
No echo chamber.
Just miles, mind, and motion.

Respect the grind.

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Created with the help of AI collaborators: ChatGPT (lyrics & concept) and Suno (music generation).

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