Prod.Edificioceza  FAST CASH LIL DURK

oh yeah I'm old but drive demand,
I plan to stand and swing
I still can't bring my self sit 
through this fucking thing

I drag along this pain, 
but still resent the drama
and what's a man if he don't 
really love his mama
and what's the plan , understand,
I just need to know
that my brain's not full of spam, and girl that I'm still in control
and I can tap the flow to extract these feelings though,
every evening yo, I crawl up inside of this microphone
I'm living in the mesh, and not my flesh, but through the wire
my imagination soars and these words ignite to fire
and baby I'm so thug that nightly I be hiding, 
you never know from which direction bullets come in flying
it's better than some places where nightly they be dying
and I ain't even lying, bitch, here you got it good...
so stop your fucking whinning bitch, at least were in the hood...
I'm like that living wood, and just so misunderstood,
but like my friends say it's all good

I grew up in a few hoods, end up with mixed blood,
know me a few crips, my friends they be thugs,
I grew up in a few hoods, know me a few bloods,
took me a few licks, my friends they be thugs,

oh yeah I might be old but here I am to drive demand
I plan to work it hard, or better yet, just work that plan,
how the fuck could I stand to just sit back and follow,
and leave the world abandoned with no voice of tommorrow
I borrow your attention for a moment so just listen
an actor or politician, tell me whats the difference,
They're all just fucking liars and that bullshit they've been spewing 
is the same shit they've been using since we wrote the constitution,
abusing and misusing power in the name of freedom
and eluding to intentions that we know are just a meat hook
you can claim it's all for good, and that your just misunderstood,
but I grew up in the hustle and recognize the hood....

I grew up in a few hoods, end up with mixed blood,
know me a few crips, my friends they be thugs,
I grew up in a few hoods, know me a few bloods,
took me a few licks, my friends they be thugs,

Mixed Blood

My ticket out of the hood

Shootout at da club

HAHAHAHA (ft. Boli Loko & Glo)

Fill My Cup Up

The Other Me (ft. Boli Loko)

Junk (ft. Boli Loko & Glo)

New 2 Me

my hellcat.

за майком - 0sumplaya
арт - вера

can't stop, won't stop
812
vasilievsky island
summer'25

в.о. стэйт оф майнд

в.о. стэйт оф майнд (wit 0sumplaya on da mic)

Mob cap gang, colaboração com os mano radio conexão armadilha.

All tracks are written and produced by SYNC-LOCK. There is no other distinguishable information available regarding this artist.

I'm Raiga Freakuencies and welcome to my profile. I'm an up and coming artist from Lithuania.

New tracks tagged #CRIPS