songs that werent dropping cuz im lazy or they were ass or like i wasnt proud of my verse or my vocals werent layered

theres just a lot of stuff to account for
enjoy i guess or not up 2 u

lock in (dakumun)

shoutout ryan prod him

1kxr - counter (white crystal) [osucore]

napping prod astral

bored as shit mdnght7

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LYRICS---
all my diamonds glitter
all my diamonds sparkle
bounty on his head he do us dirty then we mark em
talking all the shit tryna get dick but we forgot em
he got beat so fuckin bad i told em that i shot em
good pack what we brought in
good pack what we coppin
good pack what we sellin (eugh)
good pack on the market
good pack on my body
good pack wit yo shawty
good pack rock like molly
all my diamonds red like carti
diamonds straight from cave system
diamonds straight from spain nigga
hoes yeah i just go gettem
money i just go get it
racks yeah in my wallet
ra-ra-racks in the deposit
shots yeah I'm gone call it
sho-sho-shots yeah done shot it
i aint ever falling
falling like its autumn
fell off like I'm autumn, yeah
shoutout fuckin autumn
shoutout to ya mommy ay
shoutout to the bombay
idunno what the bombay is
shit song like I'm young chris

DIAMONDS [prod.imysm]

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LYRICS---
on the gang baby you my best friend
girl i think you an angel heaven sent
think im just like my money, cause im spent
girl you know i hold you up, like a tent
quick fuckin with that hoe, she a ten
I cant fuck, with that hoe, she a fed
i cant fuck, with these motherfuckin feds
Im wit gem and ye we high off the bean
i be drinking water i dont sip the lean
yall annoying immature like a teen
feel like korey get the bread bitch kaching
feel like tankie bitch he rollin up a spliff
like a waiter bitch she only want the tip
im a teacher nigga take my fuckin tips
im not a stripper but i grip that fuckin pole
all this fire gettin burnt nigga coal
she want me to put my pp in her hole
i cant cuff on that bitch nigga woahhhh
yeah im smokin lucky charms cereal
dallion head round like a bowl
feel like messi nigga, gooooaaaal
asking why im slidin, i dont knooow
with my brothers we gone crack the cooode
525 space shit yeah you knoooow

IDK [prod.imysm]

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LYRICS---
I gotta know
where you goin
I gotta know
why youre goin
i shoulda known
you was lying
i shoulda known
where he lyin
why you up inside my bed
why you up inside my head
things i never shouldve said
said fuck that lets get this bread
he just talking act like ted
cant talk to you you a fed
cant talk to you bout my meds
i cant help it im so scared
all you do is fucking talk
i cant ever seem to walk
i cant help but fucking hear you in my dreams and in my thoughts
i cant ever get a break
think ill in fuckin sane
loose my mind until you repeat in my head that its okay

TALK [prod.imysm]

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LYRICS---
Bitch i got that hot hot, he freeze he not my friend
Kick it wit a fuckin thot thot|She wan come and have my kids
Pull up wit it it go tata|Choppa hit you and yo friends
Swipe his feet and knock his rocks off 
Hit em now he go no limbs 
I don't got no sugar sweet but bitch i get them M's
I aint got no words my feet but bitch i step on bricks
if he finna lie up to the feds he not my kin
smoking on exotic pressure lieviate my sins
Sit wit money table green, no where my poker chips
Kick it wit my huney team, dont hit down the nest
Hatin what the fuck you mean? I know i aint the best
Keep your fuckin patience up nigga for i come and throw them
Bricks nigga, keep on talkin tough you go and meet a pcik nigga
Keep on talkin we gone light you up with sticks nigga
I aint need no coal to heat you up im lit nigga
I keep the fire goin like a fuckin ship nigga

BRICKS [prod.imysm]

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LYRICS---
bitch im sippin dirty dirty, and i smoke that loud
how much is yo fit like thirty thirty, i dont even count
vision twenty twenty, glasses straight from gucci not no crown
and my partners check they status make sure we can walk em down
bitch I'm walking thru the block
pull up (uh) where the chop at
bitch i pull then they flock
like where my chop at
bitch I'm shooting mega Ms
where my mac at
bitch I'm getting all the Ms
yeah i touch that
This shit getting hella grim
where my match at
Goin up wit all my friends
fairy tale match stat
if he talking down up on the gang then i have to attack
get yo chain snatched, maid snatched, everything get snatched.
fuck the lames bitch, main bitch, when I'm gone relax
this track ass, smoke the pack, double cuffin up my racks

STATUS [prod.imysm]

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LYRICS---
Woods i roll up, i dont roll wit lames i cannot do dat (na)
if he talk tough best believe we gonna hit em wit them
shots shots shots shots shots
think you gang but boy you
not not not not not
he think he up well he get
drop drop drop drop drop
this the grind it never
stop stop stop, huhuh, shots shots shots nigga
pull up hot, on you drop, nigga what it do
shawty hot, she a thot, show me what you do
but i cant, cuff a hoe so baby what you do
see a beat, ima eat it, chow it down like food
i get green, hella ching, smoking good dope
you is mean, you a bum, out the studio
i got gua-gua-gua-gua-gua-guala on my bag hoe
try to reach out for my chain then ima light you wit them

SHOTS! [prod.imysm]

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LYRICS---
bitch its done, bitch its over, i wont see u again
get my guap, get my quota, hope that it never end
red drop, sippin soda, rip my system again
getting bands my forecast, calling me weatherman
all my bands blue, but i aint that ho superman
getting money forever, aint no neverland
she say that she wanna FUCK, but she just is a fan

END CREDITS [prod.imysm]

sick af freestyle 2 (unmixed)

KILL*COMET ON ALL PLATS

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