One Step Ahead

Into the Fog

Nowhere to Escape

See You in Your Dream

The Seed

Behind You

Block by Block

Spawn Point

Bricks (twoclose)

brick for brick

insomnia (prod. Paco Laprod)

Haven’t done a mix in ages so enjoy🩷


Set list:
1. charli xcx - guess (kirk quick flip) 
2. 5 mins acid x jamacian (mashup) - mero
3. dance all night - dylo
4. rude boy tokyo drift - dj g2g
5. dont you want me (kiki remix) - felix 
6. 2 tha 3 - ollie lishman 
7. bricks - somewhen
8. 227kg - pegassi
9. now rock - dj mischkonsum and dj horde
10. up to no good - akolyte
11. turn up the volume - jokesonyou
12. whats your fantasy - shemm
13. let me think about it - 2hot2play
14. vibrate - euphorik
15. skeeyee - seanathan
16. sexy bitch - flow state
17. promiscious girl - dowd

cooking mama's comeback

Early mornin’, I’m outside, same hoodie, same Glock
Phone blowin’ up, got work on the block
Scale in the crib, but I eyeball good
I could flip two zips before you leave your hood

Got a runner on the corner, he don’t say much
Just pass off packs and collect that cut
Got a spot in the back if the boys ride through
And a stash in the wall for the real type moves

Whip that shit, then I bag it quick
Send it out clean, let the runners pick
Whole hood hot, but I move like flame
And the feds don’t catch what they can’t explain

Whip it, flip it, trap go stupid
Got a bad lil’ bitch countin' bands to the music
She don’t ask nothin’, just load that scale
And the chain on my neck cost a brick in jail

We flippin’ bricks on the corner
Dope boy shit, got a band on the aroma
Straps in the back, and the coupe do numbers
I was broke last year, now it’s trap house summers
We flippin’ bricks on the corner
Wrist so clean, got the Pyrex jumpin'
Girls get low when the bass start thumpin'
Came from the mud, now the racks keep comin'

Plug hit once, said “run that twice”
Got four in the trunk and a fifth on ice
No sleep when the work rotate
Gotta drop by noon or the fiends don’t wait

Got the rollie on freeze, but my block stay hot
Hunnid bands dirty, stuffin' cash in a box
Move that weight like a gym on fire
If the shit come raw, then the price go higher

Shorty in the kitchen, no bra, just shorts
Countin’ up grams like it's Sunday sport
Got a full mag in the Louis pouch
And a stash for the bail if the boys find out

This ain’t rap this reality, fam
Used to serve out the whip with a dream and a plan
Now it’s penthouse views and the safe on fat
But I still drop packs where the alley at

We flippin’ bricks on the corner
Dope boy shit, got a band on the aroma
Straps in the back, and the coupe do numbers
I was broke last year, now it’s trap house summers
We flippin’ bricks on the corner
Wrist so clean, got the Pyrex jumpin'
Girls get low when the bass start thumpin'
Came from the mud, now the racks keep comin'

And the bricks move fast when the scale don’t lie
Phone on silent, just watch the supply
If it hit too hard, we dilute that shit
But the re-up clean, so we double the flip

Still ride with the .40, safety off
Still hit licks like the day I was lost
Still party hard when the bag come in
But I trap like a vet, I don’t trust no friend

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