Love Kills (p. Eli)

Mixed and mastered by me
Produced by pierre1k

Write my wrongs. (p. Pierre1k)

Produced by highsoulja
Mixed and mastered by me

Store ft. zipp858 (p. highsoulja)

Produced by Near4k
Mixed and mastered by me

Now I'm Alright (p. Near4k)

A Life Less Ordinary (Chapter 1: The Blue Period)

Grey Matter (Album Version)

Finally did no auto

Produced by Terci
Mixed and mastered by me

Lyrics:

Rat-pack Rat-pack boy we go up,
Me and my gang ready to snap just like a cobra,
She wanna hang around me but I do not know her,
Damn he sliced up like a mf cold cut,

Come see what I'm on,
You can fuck wit me but do not fuck wit people in my home,
I got keep em safe so I put that cold metal to yo dome,
Watch yo body hit the floor and now yo bitch hit up my phone,

Now they got me writing poems like my name is Edgar Allan Poe,
Tellin me some shit that I could live wit if I never known,
I got keep this operation down I gotta keep it low,
Too much rappin in my veins they gotta give antidotes,
They want fast competition and they wanna keep slow,
But I can not slow down I go buck wild up all up on this boat,
Yea we slap em down we slap em up just like a post-it,
He wan talk down on the gang so we just found em then we smoked em,
Too much zaza in my brain, I'm way too fried, I can not focus,
Yea that boy just disappeared, he is not here, he's hocus pocus,
Said he isn't talkin shit, but I don't care, that shit is bogus,
Yea his homie dropped a pin, yea we know where, we gotta his locus
Bitch I get all of this za, by the pound, by the pound,
Say you got some loyal fans, but I just do not hear a sound,
Yea you catch me ridin round, ridin round, ridin round,
Catch me posted in yo city, Catch me posted in yo town,

Rat-pack Rat-pack boy we go up,
Me and my gang ready to snap just like a cobra,
She wanna hang around me but I do not know her,
Damn he sliced up like a mf cold cut,

Come see what I'm on,
You can fuck wit me but do not fuck wit people in my home,
I got keep em safe so I put that cold metal to yo dome,
Watch yo body hit the floor and now yo bitch hit up my phone,

Now they got me writing poems like my name is Edgar Allan Poe,
Tellin me some shit that I could live wit if I never known,
I got keep this operation down I gotta keep it low,
Too much rappin in my veins they gotta give antidotes,

Antidote (prod. Terci)

A Song Against Elitism. Beat by INSAY BEATS.

Ra's Singles

Nothing Left 2 Lose (Master)

Roni (Album Version)

Some Things Different..... (Master)

Produced by yvngonce
Mixed and Mastered by me

Lyrics:
What side are you on bae?
I know that yo pretty ass want me
I was touchin-down landin on runways
Yea I'm goin out bitch yea I'm goin cray
Hit a 2018 run like grumbae
It's too hot I got get out the sun rays
underground fallin off it's a doomsday
and you miss wit that stick you got loose aim
Yea I'm dripped out in new brands and new frames
Takin off like a bolt like I'm usain
and the girl you call yours is just insane
and the girl you call yours is just givin brain

You wanna recoup but it'll never be the same
Like really whatchu trynna fucking say
You still want me but you hoe ur way
yea around town so you feel okay
yea you suppress emotions yea that is lame
yea you suppress emotions and that is sad
and you still talk about me like why you mad
and I will go admit that you really bad
but I can't wife a hoe that can't hold back
I saw all the men that you text back
If you think that I'm dumb then you smokin crack
If you say that your up then I'm upper
When I hear yo name I say fuck her
Make that lil bitch freeze like a buffer
It was cold so I put on a puffer

Lil bitch you can go and just suck me
Didn't cuff me you just got lucky
New hoe and she really just busty
You a old hoe you a lil rusty
And I heard that you said that I'm musty
Like why would you beg just to fuck me
Say yo body count 1 but it's plus 3
And it's probably more cause you slutty
and you do that shit it is so funny
Take a look n the mirror you dummy
and I know that'll never become me
When I left you my days became sunny


What side are you on bae?
I know that yo pretty ass want me
I was touchin-down landin on runways
Yea I'm goin out bitch yea I'm goin cray
Hit a 2018 run like grumbae
It's too hot I got get out the sun rays
underground fallin off it's a doomsday
and you miss wit that stick you got loose aim
Yea I'm dripped out in new brands and new frames
Takin off like a bolt like I'm usain
and the girl you call yours is just insane
and the girl you call yours is just givin brain

You wanna recoup but it'll never be the same
Like really whatchu trynna fucking say
You still want me but you hoe ur way
yea around town so you feel okay
yea you suppress emotions yea that is lame
yea you suppress emotions and that is sad
and you still talk about me like why you mad
and I will go admit that you really bad
but I can't wife a hoe that can't hold back
I saw all the men that you text back
If you think that I'm dumb then you smokin crack
(smokin crack)
(Upper)
(Fuck her)
(Buffer)
(Puffer)

dd (p. yvngonce)

Ahman-Ra is an M.C./Poet from Oxnard, Ca. He began making music with Producer Kan-Kick with the Funk Farm. Also known as GhostMan he recorded a series of Demos known as the GhostMan Tapes with Kan-Kick in 1996

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