Vocals by 6eeked 
Mixed by 6eeked 
First self-mixed song

I done lost it all 

Now my heart feel cold

In the dark I don't know

Where I'm going 

But I'm flowing 

You keep hoeing 

But I'm going up

Its alright

[OUTRO]

It’s Alright [Prod Quintuple]

Lyrics by 6eeked 
Mix & mastered by 6eeked 
Produced by Kindenthe3rd

You don’t even know what it feel like 

Got my heart breaking into pieces 

Now I can’t even feel right 

In the dark I done seen a demon

Now he standing in the mirror 

I done told you baby that I need it 

Could I say it any clearer 

I done dropped me a tear 


I done dropped me a tear (beautiful)


Last time that I seen you 

You done broke all of my trust

And I wouldn’t want you to say I need you 

But I need you hold on

Smoke gas my lungs hurt hurt hurt 

Like my heart heart heart 

And I cannot be too damn sure 

That I want this spot 


You don’t even know what it feel like 

Got my heart breaking into pieces 

Now I can’t even feel right 

In the dark I done seen a demon

Now he standing in the mirror 

I done told you baby that I need it 

Could I say it any clearer 

I done dropped me a tear 

I done dropped me a tear (beautiful)

How it feels Prod Kinden

Ig. Chaosv6

Lyrics: 

Balenci’ on my feet
‘member down bad days tryn eat
Fuck it, I hadda Prada me
I’m gon pop for me 
She throw top for me 
I’m in her belly, she beggin’ me please
Number Nine Denim, the jeans
Put this shit on, gettin’ flee
Niggas my sons, I peep

Capone, my niggas be playin’ for keeps 
Pass me the cup, we gone geek 
I’m in the Stu, it’s jus me & my team 
Through on some Maison Margiela
Fresh white tee, Good Fellow
I’m the real deal go getter
Niggas be broke, I bet
Niggas be cap for the net
I just stay with my twin
No we don’t fuck with the xtras 

I been movin’ cautious 
I pop out & sauce it
Can’t feel my face, I’m off it 
Ain’t tryn’ do no talkin’ 
It ain’t shit important 
Y’all on the same shit, that’s just disappointin’ 


Balenci’ on my feet
‘member down bad days tryn eat
Fuck it, I hadda Prada me
I’m gon pop for me 
She throw top for me 
I’m in her belly, she beggin’ me please
Number Nine Denim, the jeans
Put this shit on, gettin’ flee
Niggas my sons, I peep

xtra p. 6eeked

Recorded by 6eeked (@ayegeeked__)
Produced by Seye

I been moving so slow 

I been all up on the road

I don’t really know 

Why I’m feelin so cold 

It was 3 years ago 

Damn I almost lost control 

Thinkin’ bout the shit that you done said 

In my head I’m feelin’ so dead 

I can’t even get no fuckin’ rest 



Like damn what’s yo name lil shawty 

I’m trynna get to know you, be yo man lil shawty 

And I know that you shy for the camera shawty 

But lowkey on the side, you a dancer shawty 

I know you fuckin’ wit me cuz my bandz lil shawty 

I’ll take you out to Paris, fuck your plans lil shawty 

I know that you embarrassed by your parents lil shawty

But I never even cared , wanna marry lil shawty 

I’ll drip you all down in Mike Amiri lil shawty 

Big ole carat for your ear lil shawty 

Go get ya hair , nails did lil shawty 

Ion even care I’m so rich lil shawty 

& I got a rich b*tch lil shawty 

In the mirror taking pics wit lil shawty , ouhh

She keep staring at my fit too prolly 

She wonder what I’m wearing 

Too legit 

Ouu shawty 



I don’t really know 

Why I’m feelin so cold 

It was 3 years ago 

Damn I almost lost control 

Thinkin’ bout the shit that you done said 

In my head I’m feelin’ so dead 

I can’t even get no fuckin’ rest 



Like damn what’s yo name lil shawty 

I’m trynna get to know you, be yo man lil shawty 

And I know that you shy for the camera shawty 

But lowkey on the side, you a dancer shawty 

I know you fuckin’ wit me cuz my bandz lil shawty 

I’ll take you out to Paris, fuck your plans lil shawty 

I know that you embarrassed by your parents lil shawty

But I never even cared , wanna marry lil shawty 

I’ll drip you all down in Mike Amiri lil shawty

WHAT’S YOUR NAME

Recorded by 6eeked (@ayegeeked__)
Produced by Kindenthe3rd


Why she keep on calling up my phone 

It was 2am , yeah

I was all up in my zone 

Give a fuck bout yo man , yeah

Tell that nigga just go home 

He don’t got no bandz , yeah

Stack my cheese , my provolone 

Ain’t lookin for no hand , yeah

Ain’t lookin for no handout 

In a sprinter van , yeah

We up in Japan , yeah

Don’t need yo opinion 

I just got some pants , yeah

Mix that shit with Rick , yeah 

Off white on my bitch , yeah

I’m too fuckin’ rich , yeah

Lookin at my wrist , yeah

Wanna take a flick , yeah

Bad hoe in the mix , yeah 

She wanna grip my d*ck , yeah 

I’m too fuckin’ lit , yeah

Lil geeked finna trip , yeah

I’m up on a trip, yeah 

It’s just me & my b*tch , yeah

Blunt stuffed 

I been too fucked up 

Wassup 

Like lil shawty, wassup lil hoe 

Trust ya 

I could never trust ya , nooo

Japan Freestyle

Recorded by 6eeked
Mix & Mastered by 6eeked 
Produced by 6eeked

Said that she jackin’ my lifestyle 

Back then they ain’t fuck with me 

But, I guess I’m right now 

I’m so high right now 

I’m boutta get up on my plane 

So when I touch down 

Can you hold it down 

She like ohh aowwh 

Boy you on now 

They like geeked been gettin money , yeah

Rick Owen’s and Marni , yeah

Pull up to to the party , yeah 

She tell me “I’m sorry” , yeah 

Bad ass white hoe lookin like she came from iCarly, yeah 

She said lil geeked boy you so damn famous 

Like hardly , yeah 

Damn lil geeked you got some diamond chains , so retarted yeah 

She said lil geeked boy you so gnarly , yeah 

Ride like a horse 

Ian talking bout no Charlie , yeah 

Fuckin’ up my voice 

Keep singing to this hoe 

Damn my money so long I could swing it on the floor 

I’m a fucking legend but nobody don’t even know 

One day imma have a crib up in the hills 

& I could pay my mama bills 

Lil geeked he still been popping seals 


But they don’t even know 

Like how long 

It took me to glow 



Nigga watch out for your fuckin’ hoe 


Rick Owen’s jeans 

Spilt my lean on them 

I can’t see

Look Japanese homie 

Brush my teeth 

Then I smoke my weed 

Then I count my money 

I love breesha 

I love treeshas

Told lil baby throw it back 

In the back of the bleachers 

You don’t want this pistol to attack you neither 

Why this hoe keep on actin like I need her 

Wanna count my fuckin’ cheese like velvita 

I been smoking trees through the breeze 

Love my reefer 

Back then you ain’t used to like me 

And now you like me 

Ion get it now 

[OUTRO]

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