DAWG! These Reddit competitions keep getting better and better! This time around, I got matched with the amazing Mister Salmon (@user-319249476) for this absolute BANGER - the theme for this edition was "having a talk with your past self". A fuckin' cake walk for me 'cause I got A LOT to say to my inner child. No cap... this might be my favorite song I've ever done. Completely unexpected. I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I do!

LYRICS

[Intro]
keep your head high (head high)
gotta keep your head high (uh huh)
gotta keep your head high, gotta
x4

[Hook]
keep your head high for them blessings in the gray
‘cause sometimes, it’s sunshine in the rain
I know it seems hard dealing with them cloudy days
just know it gets better, keep it pushin’ through the pain
gotta keep your head high for them blessings in the gray
‘cause sometimes, it’s sunshine in the rain
I know it seems hard dealing with them cloudy days
just know it gets better, and never change a thang

[Verse]
they diagnosed me with depression in the seventh grade
was probably fine but they weren’t used to children of my shade
they gave me every anti-depressant that you could name
put me in counseling, but really, it ain’t help a thing
they had the nerve to teach us drug resistance education
yet every day creating addicts all around the nation
I went from making honor roll to in and out detention
which had them questioning my supervision
all of a sudden, DCF start coming around and asking all these questions
like “where you mama at?”, and I ain’t have the slightest guesses
I didn’t tell ‘em, but she had been gone for seven months
and left me stuck in a family she ain’t never want 
but I just bottled my emotions, dealt with ‘em alone
homies knockin’, I just acted like I wasn’t home
took me twenty years to love again
If I could talk to that younger me, I’d help him understand, gotta

[Hook]
keep your head high for them blessings in the gray
‘cause sometimes, it’s sunshine in the rain
I know it seems hard dealing with them cloudy days
just know it gets better, keep it pushin’ through the pain
gotta keep your head high for them blessings in the gray
‘cause sometimes, it’s sunshine in the rain
I know it seems hard dealing with them cloudy days
just know it gets better, and never change a thang

[Verse]
back in the days when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore
but if I could have a talk with that lil kid again
I’d let him know it’s nothing wrong with being different
don’t worry bout whether or not you fit in with your friends
be vigilant of where where you are and who you choose to follow 
that girl you live that mean the world won’t be around tomorrow
don’t let nobody count ya pockets, in the end, you’re all broke
them road trips can wait, one day you’ll live in Colorado
remember when you thought your pen would have you poppin’ local?
I got some news for you buddy, yo, we took it global
even opened up for Jadakiss and Styles P
if you don’t hear it from nobody else, I’m proud of me
I know you’re young and full of cum, but take care of ya body
even if it means you gotta miss a couple parties
and most of all, keep your bond with your kin
If you don’t remember nothing else, I hope you part with this, gotta

[Hook]
keep your head high for them blessings in the gray
‘cause sometimes, it’s sunshine in the rain
I know it seems hard dealing with them cloudy days
just know it gets better, keep it pushin’ through the pain
gotta keep your head high for them blessings in the gray
‘cause sometimes, it’s sunshine in the rain
I know it seems hard dealing with them cloudy days
just know it gets better, and never change a thang

[Outro]
keep your head high (head high)
gotta keep your head high (uh huh)
gotta keep your head high, gotta
x3

keep your head high (head high)
gotta keep your head high (uh huh)
gotta keep your head high

killyourdarlings.

Bokey Bluez (prod. Mister Salmon)

My FINAL Break the Beat entry. Thank you to all of the participants, the audience, and of course NextUpLive for providing a platform for upcoming underground artists. Peace! 

LYRICS: 

Mr. Back to Back in this bitch , after this one, then I’m done
Is you deaf, stupid, or dumb? I’m the champ, nigga, not chump
And to that fuck nigga named Bozo in the chat calling me bum
I wish that condom hadn’t of broke, I wouldn’t be calling you my son

You lil’ hoe, thought I told you bro, quit playin' around with my name
Take that bass out of your voice, lil’ boy, you way out of your lane
You gon’ shoot, then shoot to kill, I go Tay-K with that thang (graph)
I’ll leave KP with a brain bleed, even Zay will catch him a stray, (ha-haha-ha)

Heard y’all out here takin’ bets, I’m takin’ lives (ha-haha-ha)
Shit most these niggaz makin’ threats can’t make top 5  
Talmbout “oh, I had the work” well bitch, take off and take the time
Tired of toddlers throwin’ tantrums every time I take the prize
 
Now, I don’t know who needs to hear this (huh?), but I’ma make it clear
Uninstall your DAW, go get a job, and find an engineer
That lil’ Rode NT1A you got is not the proper gear
I made more money off of these here battles than you got your whole career

Swear, y’all must be gluten-free, niggaz fake sick about bread (ha-haha-ha)
Don’t think too hard, I know that bar went over y’all head
Don’t get mad, grab that pad and pen, say you scared if you scared
Before y’all grown the balls, M.O. will probably grow a head full of hair
  
Niggaz swear they move in silence, I can tell which one the shooter
Me? I’m real discrete, might pull up on your street with 20 Lukas
Go to sleep, niggaz wan’t want smoke me? Ho, please, you must mean hookah
That’s on Von, niggaz out here like sitting ducks, get took like Tooka

I got good credit like Carti, no weird shit in my background
Always cash in before I crash out, if it’s up and stuck, don’t back down, 
Boy, I’m anywhere that the bag brown, DOLLAWATER keep a packed house, 
Like a hundred heads is a bad crowd, man I hate the way that y’all raps sound like eughh

Movin’ them bodies (moving' them bodies), check the deposit (get it, I got it)
3 Hunnid, 3 Hunnid, they askin’ who want it, I already got it, eughh
That nigga DOLLA a problem, and even M.O. and ‘em know it
I’m over-devoted and can’t be decoded, shit even my horoscope say that I’m GOATed

I’m in the back of the back of this hoe, packing a bowl, blowin’ immaculate smoke
Smack like crack in it, though, that is a no, but I do be lackin’ control
Blasting an AK through the door, asking for dough, anything stashed in the drawer
Damn, that nigga broke, laugh and I'm gone, but I’ll be back in the morn’

Spin the block on who? (who?), pussy nigga, bitch where? (huh?)
Sound like OVO when I shoot (Baka), shit bound to get weird (yuh)
Left hand on my sack (pause), right on on my strap (brrrat)
On 10 like the scorecard when we hit the end of this track (facts)

Dawg, that first one, I probably shouldn’t have won, yeah I admit it
But that second run, that shit was 2-to-none, no competition
After this, bruh, I swear a nigga done, so quit the bitchin’
So y’all can’t say I’m just dissin’, let me bless y’all ‘fore I finish:

Step 1: Form an LLC, incorporate your name
Get that logo and your likeness trademarked, and you on your way
Step 2: Get with BMI or ASCAP, and SoundExchange
Copyright like every release so you get paid for all of them plays
Step 3: Start a mailing list, and register your domain
Ain’t but ten dollars a year, my G, so why the fuck would you wait?
And there's plenty more where that come from, for the rest of this free game
Subscribe to YouTube.com/@dollawater today, peace!

3 HUNNID (prod. AV x RXCH)

I was really on my silly shit here. Just wanted to do some shit that reminded me of that Acid Rap era. I was faded as helllll when I wrote and recorded this lmaooo.

[LYRICS]
Na-nana-na-na

Need more bass for my speakers, this blunt laced like my sneakers
Just got paid for 9 features, she’s the A to my Didas,
I can’t live without good puss
My PO knows I’m geeked up, it’s too cold in this pee cup
Told the ho I don’t need her, kiss the hole and the sphincter
Court tomorrow, I’m cooked, look:
Book me later, I’m truant, peep the police pursuing
Cybertruck, tuck the tooltip, to the woods with the mooses,
Poof, vamoose, chuck the deuces, ta-da!
Put your palms on my pool stick, off the nitrous I’m boosted
Mask on me like Eustace, bring the dogs, let's get stupid
Loose up off the goose, her cooch the juiciest, wow

Got so many bands, it’s bananas
Keep a couple mags in the handbag
If you feeling froggy, do the can-can
Meet me at the club, it’s going down like Bam-Bam (Bam-Bam)
Niggaz like "damn, how he bag that?"
'Cause my bitch bad and her ass fat
Bomb first, always get the last laugh
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na

She been tryna throw it at me, mmm, not I
Girl i heard the kitty smell like Popeyes
If it’s seasoned, I ain’t eating
But gon' head and pop it for a playa for the one time
Huh, I ain’t shit
I'm a low down nigga but I'm high as shit
They ask for a freestyle, I don’t like that shit
My album only one dollar, bitch buy that shit, ya heard?
And don’t try that shit
Tryna walk by a nigga with them tight ass hips
Beat it up while we bumpin' Brent Faiyaz hits
I got that rod from God, this that Midas dick, ya know?
Now, hit that corner like a timeout
Slide down this pole like you en route to put a fire out
I’m a visionary so with me, it’s never lights out
We don’t play no games or watch no movies up in my house

Got so many bands, it’s bananas
Keep a couple mags in the handbag
If you feeling froggy, do the can-can
Meet me at the club, it’s going down like Bam-Bam (Bam-Bam)
Niggaz like "damn, how he bag that?"
'Cause my bitch bad and her ass fat
Bomb first, always get the last laugh
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na	  

EUSTACE (prod. Stoic)

[Lyrics]

Fuck that shit, get lit, I ain’t gotta be rich, lil nigga I’m handsome
I ain’t got no diamonds on me dancing
Two bed, two bath life, I don't live in no mansion
Nigga ride around on E, I’m taking chances
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome
I just bought a eighth with my advances
Look at this thrift shop drip, it's so outlandish
Life ain’t really pan out the way I planned it
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome

Bitches on me like I'm Damson
Idris Elba, I’m the man, yup
Mr. Marcus from the waist down, Taye Diggs from the pants up
Lint licker with a hand rub, you ain’t fuckin with a damn scrub
Sway if he had the answers

Looking in my pantry seeing what I’ll have for dinner later
Peanut better, no jelly and some instant mashed potatoes
Checking my bank account, I swear a nigga 'bout almost fainted
000, I might need an operator, ha

Thirst traps looking for a lonely hoe with money that's in need of some dick
If I can’t make my rent, I might just fuck a set of keys out a bitch
Take a nigga shopping, then ask what I’m 'bout to do, it sting a lil' bit
Yeah, I see how it is

Fuck that shit, get lit, I ain’t gotta be rich, lil nigga I’m handsome
I ain’t got no diamonds on me dancing
Two bed, two bath life, I don't live in no mansion
Nigga ride around on E, I’m taking chances
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome
I just bought a eighth with my advances
Look at this thrift shop drip, it's so outlandish
Life ain’t really pan out the way I planned it
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome

HANDSOME (prod. arcxsounds)

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