Amazing song bro respect to you and keep up the good work brotha

Lyrics: 

Okay, 
Okay 
Shit, 
Could I take it all back?/ 
If it came to the worst
I don’t know if it’s wrong or right/ 
Barley impressed by myself these days /
Half of the money went all away/
Fame doesn’t seem to matter in this case/
Tryna make it all just day by day/

Barely just building myself/
What the fucks really important?/
Up until late in the morning/

Had a first show 
But we had no gas/ 
Pulling right up to the show, 
no cash/
Gotta make sense but I spit no trash/
Mark my words while I’m smoke my gas/
Do my math while I’m not in class/

That’s my smoke shed hustling/
They could never keep me in custody/
To the top of the bottle, bubbly/ (what?) 

But, 
Hoping that most of my emotions/ 
Change for the better/ 
Look thru the void I see more cheddar/ 
Regrets and the money keep getting bigger/
Cut my side, ion need no scissor/

Shit I got five on it bro  
Let’s smoke/
Tylor’s the captain and that’s no joke/ 

And I never pulled up in a foreign/
I got a list and I think it’s important/
Smoke shed, that’s what made me immortal/
Imma king with a pen no fortress/

And I know the haters listening uh/
I don’t need another bitch again woah/ 
Here you go there’s a switch again uh/ 
Too stoned just to persevere/ 
What it do? Just to face ya fear? Bruh/ 
What it do? Just to face it up bruh?/ 
Stay low from the camera/ 
And I know that I hate the rush/ (what?) 
Look at me I’m about to ash the blunt bruh/ 

Think about most of my habits/
None of y’all could understand it/
But maybe I’m lying and forcing myself to be different/
Because of the differences bruh/ 

But, 
Hoping that most of my emotions/ 
Change for the better/ 
Look thru the void I see more cheddar/ 
Regrets and the money keep getting bigger/
Cut my side, ion need no scissor/

No SZA (Prod. Oliver Zhang)

Copyright © All Rights Reserved.2023
(Prod.By Lil $wedden x Nikco Suavvaye

On Sunday

2 
step 
shootin 
Das my soulja from the bay 


If Ye ain’t aint likin how I’m movin 
Get the fuck up out my face 
I Got no time for these suckaz
Or these bitches in my way 
I’m flyin spaceships in the sky 
Until I get to outerspace 
Ya dig 
We jus gettin older patna 
Time is movin fast 
I’ve been stuck inside the booth 
while u been stuck inside the past 

Used to runaway from my house I guess some habits never change 
He was kicked out in the street 
N since then he aint been the same 

He live the life that u aint live
Cuz u aint livin right 
Decisions  
Make precision 
Das why me him and his sister tight 
No bitch dis ain’t a game 
Even playuhs fight 
Dat talk is for the birds 
Whoa 
I cant fuck w u if u ain’t ever keep your word folk 

3
In the morning
Shawty smokin on the moonrocks 
Luh Diamonds in the freezer blowin bubbles make the stu pop 
Move till u cant no more 
Who got the antidote 
Rules don’t apply to me unless i got dat adderol 

Cuz da my ridah 
Gon keep my vibe up
U see da fire 
U cant step inside uh 

das my ridah 
U see me hop outside the whip
Ion fuck w no Mercedes 
Dis a Honda civic bitch 
So step aside uhh
As I swoton off da ship
Body floatin in the ocean 
Homacide wit a stick

RIDAH Prod. Roland Jones

error 404 w/ idy wavey

10TOES

WHY WOULD I? ft Tylor Wauneka (prod. docent)

Lyrics: 

I had some bad impressions, did my best to keep it solid 
Go to sleep and try to save the hurtin’ for tomorrow 
Money keeps me happy I suppose, I’d like to think so 
These people always knocking but I never check the peephole 
But lately I don’t go outside, unless I serve a purpose 
If the past has taught me anything, it’s best to close the curtain 
I write this at mama house, when I get super lonely 
These trips ain’t been enough and I just lost  a couple homies 
My heart is heavy, picture this 
Never getting wishes in 
Look into the mirror just to see how dark this picture is 
Hoping I can be somebody just like what my brother said 
Early mornings talking to you, wishing we were closer enough 
Look at me right now, is that the person that you love so much? 
How our failures have taught us just to be appreciative 
Take you to the top of me and then you say “appreciate it” 
Made a couple dollars from this rap shit, I’m still hustling 
Ain’t no winter darker then how cold this fucking summer is 
Had to put the bottle down, regenerate and start again 
Always fucking up I swear, I got no fucking common sense 
Window Rock my status up 
Pardon me, my gratitude
Hit me on my cellular 
We can talk some numbers, digits, all that shit and add it up 
Feeling like McQueen I came in for my fucking Piston Cup 
I made some smarter moves to figure out my situation 
Never drove a foreign car or sold my soul to Satan 
Nah thank you dawg, I’d rather suffer til’ I make it 
If gold was made to satisfy its based on your location 
Tryna pick the pieces up within the conversations 
Im flyest one talking when it comes to rapping real shit 
Put me in the finest studios, I’ll rap some trill shit 
I’m looking at the crowd asking “doing you really feel this?” 


I have some faith for all my dawgs in case we never see a brighter day 
Stack up, what my OG said and fuck all of society 
Has time been going backwards? Cause it’s boosting my anxiety 
Some issues I can never fix in tons of these varieties 
My hardest days have yet to come, so I just let the silence speak 
Whatchu wanted yesterday, is something still apart of me 
Haunting me at night so I can’t sleep and that’s the problem see 
Baby it’s been hard to breathe 
Maybe it’s just hard to see 
I’m only praying that homies and my main girl hold it down 
people more like family, the ones who really stuck around 
I put my loyalty into this music, never stress it 
Do not hit my phone bitch, I hope you get the message 
Cause’ all the fuckers think they know me 
I still have depression
Writing down my thoughts that shit came out so impressive
I hop into the booth and spit it out inside the session 
Wondering how life is without most of all the simple shit 
What’s the word I’m looking? That doesn’t match the images 
Im working on myself just how I’m working on my penmanship 
Hating how they look at me, so fuck you with no censorship 
I put yall in your place a year ago, no need to kill again
I’m back up in the field just so I can pay some bills again 
Man I’m super nervous and this tree got me paranoid 
Step into the danger, I’m familiar with this territory 
Flashing back to nights where bottles were the main accomplishments 
Sipping fifths of Don Julio to catch my confidence 
Im sick of people switching and just breaking all these promises 

(I had some bad impressions, did my best to keep it solid 
Go to sleep and try to save the hurtin’ for tomorrow 
Money keeps me happy I suppose, I’d like to think so 
These people always knocking but I never check the peephole)

EZEKIELS WHEEL (Remix)

DISSIN feat. RX CHAPA & BON$AI

~TELL IT~

Hook: 

Uh
I’m looking at most of this shit from the outside 
I swear it’s not clearer to me 
Karma been catching up bout’ time 
I swear it’s the only thing faithful to me 
Come and tell me, tell me dawg 
Tell it, tell it, to my face 
Come and tell me, tell me dawg 
Tell it, tell it, to my face 

Verse: 

All of my dawgs say I’m losing my mind 
Like who’s telling truths and who’s telling lies? 
I’m thinking about it too much all the time 
I swear it’s the ego or maybe it’s mine 
I’m tired or something, I’m nothing precise 
Take it real clearly the look in your eyes 
Is telling me something or will it unfold? 
I had to move passion to bring you some gold 
Trust is a muthafucka and that’s real 
Could give a fuck on how you feel 
I swear I’ve been trying to chill 
I’m slowly still turning the wheel 
To get to where you been like all day 
As soon as I looked down she called me 
Speaking to me while you talking 
Like how’s the feeling getting salty? 
But I’m just saying that I missed ya 
Even if we ain’t the closest 
Know you wanna see my sober 
But lately I ain’t getting over 
The shit that’s been bothering me 
Half of the time, the floor lava to me 
And I gotta grow up with no father you see 
So personal debt ain’t nothing to grow with 
And I’m thinking I’m getting to old for 
Meeting new friends and serving a benefit 
Planting new seeds and acting like Benedict 
You sick in the head, show you where the clinic is 
Ain’t play your part, you ask where your brethren is 
But people change, that’s the way it is 
Never doubted it, just to understand 
In a funny way, ion ever laugh 
When it comes to this man I understand 

Hook: 

I’m looking at most of this shit from the outside 
I swear it’s not clearer to me 
Karma been catching up bout’ time 
I swear it’s the only thing faithful to me 
Come and tell me, tell me dawg 
Tell it, tell it, to my face 
Come and tell me, tell me dawg 
Tell it, tell it, to my face

TELL IT (Prod. INSID3)

LYRICS:
____________________________________________________________________
Thank God that I'm fortunate
In too deep, no holding back
When I see the T.I.N.G
I would go so low for that
But I'm more than that
Hold my hand
Let me be your quarterback
Can I call you B.A.B.E
Let's just get this show on track

But it turns out that you're rude
Want me to feel I'm like I'm doomed
Want me to watch you do you
Don't, girl, you look so nice
But you're not nice, you're rude
Look what you're putting me thru
I'd never do this to you
Sucks now you're not my type

So thank God for my moral map
Like ABCs, know all of that
So if you need to come sit by me
Let them check your hallway pass
It ain't more than that
I'm over that
One two three, please hold the cap
Now when I see the TING
Close my heart, I know this trap

Mi amor (let's go)
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor

See the fam, say what's up
Greet my homie, what's good
But should I engage when you're around
I don't suppose that I should
Learnt from the errors of our past
Burnt by the trials of our youth
So my vibe shouldn't take you by surprise
I put up walls if you're untrue
Don't mean that I won't come through
Doesn't meant that I didn't care
We've pulled back layer thru layers
Learnt that I'm wasting my time
Back then the mood was just vibes
Just sum' you could feel in the air
It's true, what I said in your ears
I know it's gon' be alright

Thank God that I'm fortunate
In too deep, no holding back
When I see the T.I.N.G
I would go so low for that
But I'm more than that
Hold my hand
Let me be your quarterback
Can I call you B.A.B.E?
Let's just get this show on track

But it turns out that you're rude
Want me to feel I'm like I'm doomed
Want me to watch you do you
Don't, girl, you look so nice
But you're not nice, you're rude
Look what you're putting me thru
I'd never do this to you
Sucks now you're not my type

So thank God for my moral map
Like ABCs, know all of that
So if you need to come sit by me
Let them check your hallway pass
It ain't more than that
I'm over that
One two three, please hold the cap
Now when I see the T.I.N.G
Close my heart, I know this trap

Mi amor (let's go)
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor

Rude (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)

Nothing Or Double (Texas Hold 'Em) [feat. Lil Texxan]

i refuse to have regrets

#brokanagan brown kid who likes cooking tracks and talking smack

♛ -VERSATILITY IS KEY- ♛
In memory of Daimyo 🖤

Rude (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)

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