I got problems too lil bitch you not the only one

Not the only one

Lil bitch you not the only one

They told me give it a rest
I been on go till I become the best
She loving the music
The way that I sound
She love how I rep my own brand on my chest

I’ll be nothing less
I’ll never stop
Get on beats till I’m dead
I’ll never stop I got goals never met

This been my passion bitch fuck all the bread
And if you want static come chew on this lead

Every fuckin part of me
Every fuckin bodily
Fluid leakin out of me
For this music pay the fee

Cause you think you’re the only one with problems
I’m still strugglin with ways to solve em too

ai was doin too much didnt use it

PROBLEMS

Legacy over trends. Just real lyrics and good rhythm.

Turn this one up 🔊

#NewMusic #ChasingTheLight #HipHop #IndependentArtist

Chasing the Light

Road to Joy

Never Get Home

Everytime I step up to the mic I got the fresh drip
new kicks, break necks, leave you in a head trip
Everytime I try to play the game a different way
they always saying sumn 'bout how I'ma fail
I'ma do it anyway, cause I'm LewRayy,
back of the race is where I came on her face, 
I mean I finished, now I'm done with the race
Every time I rise up, they try to downgrade
but I'm built for the pressure, turn doubt into sound waves
Climbin’ out the background, louder than crowd’s rage
Turned a small spark into somethin’ that’ll out-blaze
Came from the back, now I’m front-seat couch-slack, 
laid out, victory lapping, comfy after bounce-back
opposite town, down south, sound doused in a foul mouth
dial tone drone, blown dome in the chow house
doubt clouds crowd 'round, Reroute a round while I wild out
Style swings a wide bout, write schemes till they bow out
No more shout outs.
they never pick 'em up when I put 'em down, sound drowned out
say a name, they mishear it like "who?" with a loud frown
why throw the crown out just to have 'em clown how I pronounce shout?
mouth movin', it's useless, whos this? man, I'm like, "why do I even do this?
I might as well quit.
’cept every time I try to dip, script grips like vice hit
ink drips, mic twitch, B) I write where the rhymes sit
sat-at-my-desk, Under-My-Bed 
looping-the-beats till they play-in-my-head
muttering bars like I'm summoning dead
sink-in-the-zone like I'm locked-in-the-shed
That's the end of the triplets
yeah you know, my bars not the simplest
spit my shit hard, similar to vantriliquist
voice in the void, throwin’ noise, come and witness this
wicked kid, spill his shit, and flip his lid, 
(grab his dick and twist it)
I'm so twisted,
scribble sigils in the margins like a crptic glyph
like a baby smokin’ cigs, gettin’ lit off a licorice spliff,
blowin’ brains out the bong, long strings of viscous drip,
sick lil gremlin with a grin, infantile wickedness,
diaper full of biohazard slimb, what a stench he gives,
chewin’ on a plug of moldy crud, leave a sludge trail where the mischief lives,
hiccup puke bubbles, double-trouble on your wishlist, kid
Garbage-Pail filth, a tilted stilt, spilled milk on a Christmas list.
wtf man who is this kid?

Every Time

Cats in the bag? fuck that, I want cash.
so I take em out, put em in my hat
fur fuckin' up the patturn, so I put 'em back.
That's a Lesson learned.
I Stumble to the curb, tryna bargain with a cab,
mumbled out a number, but the meter did the math,
digging through my pockets for a reason not to crash
out of the way kicking pavement
getting back down with the girls from the rave
I've been locked in my brain,
Dear lord, can't behave
on my own anymore
need a girl to keep me straight
Realistically, I need strength 
to stand tall on my own 
Through a cold winter stretch
Struck a chord, hit a vein, and a power surge
now I’m buzzin’ off static, think I need a nurse
my eyeballs plucking all the buttons off her shirt
tried to shake it off but the buzzing got worse
Nurse walks in: “Relax, you’re not even hurt.”
I’m twitchin’, “girl you crazy, this feels like a curse!"
I'm fine on a bike, I could wheelie in a hellcat
90 on a freeway, hundred down a back path
swerving off the road, like I almost hit a black cat
swallowed by a ditch who was acting like sandtrap

mf sandtraps
--

Wolfgang the only one to pull up on a LewRayy track
other Hometown boys never hit me back
that's cool, every bar they drop falls flat
I level up alone while they stuck in the past with the pack.
fight myself, same combo, repeat, like I'm running a drill,
Praying one swing finally hit, flip script, for real
Chasin' who I could be, push N pull, my ego Ideal,
I appear to appeal, it's apparent that I feel no fear

Just one year, and I'm already veteren
Baby come here, you know I'm a better man
leveled up quick, now I’m movin’ like I never ran
fuck another Hook, never setting foot in Neverland
Captured the Captain and I held him Captive, 
Caged in my Castle, a hastle, the fatass
kept rantin’ and begging for truce I'm laughing sarcastic, ain't cuttin' him loose,
Locking king blot in the brig in the back of caboose
ain't no biggie, I'm back off my neuse, suicidal thoughts always could miss me
I'm Here for the legency
not for the spending spree
twisting the sounds of my words
till the ending G

I get the track all set
then I hit another dab
and I rap no sweat

Sandtraps

m 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!
I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!

I'm not a gangster, or a thug
my beanie even got a pom-pom
a wankster hooked on drugs
Eenie meenie womp womp

I'm puffin’ loud enough to make
the local wildlife call the cops on.
Did a backflip in a rainstorm,
landed clean, like “yeah the kid’s on,”

Think about my fall so much
like I'm wringing out a washcloth
hospital wheelchair,
was parrallel to matchbox car

sprinkling salt on the scar on my arm
cut it with a lemon,
concontion in all, call it self-harm
I feel like I'm dyin', Falling so so so far

theraputic methods, I don't think so I just go hard
tellin' myself to rest, but I don't sleep no I just stay scarred
now I'm skipping class, too tired, I just stay gone
watching all my grades, not climb, they fall off. 

fuck.

jot a quick bar and I nod off
no squad online and I hop off
Instead I'll push pen to the page till I hit a fucking jackpot

I'm just a kid, I want a lot, make a wish
A fancy house, with a white picket fence
a couple cars, fill a couple garage
I need a couple of broads without a couple of bras
visions in my head, every blueprint lookin’ spinoff
saving every penny, one day knock the crib off

I want a miata with the top down, 
feelin' like i'm test drivin' pure nirvana
I don't even got a license,
still hittin’ donuts like I’m catered by my mama
my mind's full of vices
Vapor all around me like I'm stepping out the sauna
("don't you mean sauna?")
I'm high like the prices
Rollin' through the city like I'm runnin' from my karma
And eveybody's gonna die
So why dont I 
get high and enjoy my life
just write my rhymes
and spend my time
doing things I like
("like what?")
I like this, I'm simply describing
the rhymes that I'm writing
(ahhh)
and songs I'm designing
(I see)
I better not step off the beat cause I'm gliding
better not test it with me or I'm sliding
better not press that repeat when you're lying
better not tell me to flee, or retire

i keep a rubber even though I never tire
led a couple kids, like I'm wired to inspire
Try to balance charm and harm, walk a thin wire 
Caught between the thrill and the guilt, it's like I can't retire

But I'll keep on goin, keep flowing
till the lights stop glowing,
I'm showing up, showing out
showing you, I'm really 'bout

anything I want to say, I say it and I say it loud
anything I don't is coming quite when it's spilling out
(what was that?)
Hook, couldnt fit it in the verse, this is underground
look, I'm consistent with the practice, check soundcloud

Filling up my files, with wild style, I'm versatile
i got silly rhymes, for daytime snacking and cracking smiles
got stories for nights of my highs, my lows, & all of the trials,
turning my thoughts into bars stacking, miles and miles

I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!
I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!
I'm 20 in 25, It's Oliver Time! All of the time!


20 in 25

I been buggin out, got arachnophobia
with my Eight glazed eyes, I'll be rapping from the podium
spin a web mid-verse, caught a critic, and I'm roping 'em
my doors been open for days, now I'm closin' 'em

I've been bugging out, praying my demands, 
like a preying mantis
guillotine grip the mic when I my spit semantics
Fridge wide open, I'm pablo, cold and manic

Ye left the door cracked 
Ollie grabbed a sandwich
snatched keys from his jacket,
dipped out the back in the Hellcat, frantic.

Dragonfly vision, catch lies with a side-eye,
movin’ so quickly, think I vanished in the mid-night.
Nah, I just slide out the door for a hit like
flame to the leaf just to get right
me to the weed, like I'm zip-tied

moth to the flame, (B) just how I'm trained
I be movin' where the heat stay, N' never complain
Tip-toe in the pitch black, torch lead the way
i circle back smelling loud, it's just part of the game

I'm sorry mama,
I smoke in every song I think it's part of the mantra
I try to make you proud even when the mind wanders
I'm probably the worst little brother since Alfie.
Daddy raised a bug, now I'm out crawling the karma

I’ve been bugging out, centipedes in the cut,
I'm a hunnid steps ahead, left a bitch in the dust
still missing latest drops like I live under rock
disconnected from the media, that shit never stops

I’ve been bugging out, millipedes  in my mind,
skip the clout traps - IG, TT, FB left behind,
Snapchat for the streaks, WhatsApp for parental check-in,
avoid the doom-scrool, in my head, lessen stressin'

I'm Locked in my dorm on the xbox, bored
build a few forts, check store, but I'm poor
can't afford anymore, bought the pot, not the codes
scraping plate, making reclaim HOT with my BRO

he came with a flow, don't expect you to know
underground with the sound, he gets way below
down where sun don't show, most men won't go
your leash won't reach, you got no control
this gun gon' blow, if you step through the door

HAHahahaHAHAaaa 
I'm just kidding you know that we don't have any guns.  

we're just having some fun!


I've been bugging out
and now this bug is out.

Bugging out

“Time” is a journey through stillness, memory, and the strange moments where reality stretches thin. The track moves through drifting thoughts, frozen moments, and the weight of the world pressing in from political voices that twist language and shape the waves we feel.

This is a piece about losing yourself, finding yourself, and floating somewhere between levitating above old boundaries, seeing life from a different axis, watching the world slip deeper into noise while you rise out of it.

From resonant frequencies to mathematical metaphors, from personal reflection to sharp social commentary, “Time” blends poetry, rap, and atmospheric energy into one continuous wave. Some drown in it  ....some escape.

If you’ve ever felt suspended between who you were and who you’re becoming, this one is for you.

Time

Mixtape for 2025 - Co Produced by Slickestt Studios

WELCOME HOME -Slickestt ft  Reem & Ty

ROKU - Slickestt

KRYPTONITE - Slickestt (Prod. Idontworry)

SET IT OFF - Slickestt (prod. Gigantic Beatz)

CONTINUUM - ThaGod & Slickestt

DONNA REMIX - Slickestt ft FDO Vell

Step into the world of Hello World, the debut single that fuses drill, R&B, and subtle Afrobeats with hyper-rap energy and meaningful, motivational lyrics. Featuring a soft-bright female voice, agile flow, and anime/game-inspired metaphors, this track is all about growth, courage, and unlocking your inner power. Whether you’re powering through the day, leveling up in life, or chasing your dreams, let this song be your checkpoint, boost of motivation, and anthem for resilience.

Perfect for fans of drill rap with a positive twist, motivational hip hop, and fresh female voices breaking through. Turn it up, vibe along with the visualizer, and say “hello” to your potential—your journey starts here.

AI Disclosure: This track was created with AI-assisted music production tools, combining human creativity and AI support to bring the vision to life.

Hello World

A steady, motivational rap track built on drill-influenced drums and atmospheric trap textures.
Calm delivery, focused rhythm, and lyrics centered on resilience and quiet strength — no hype, no excess. Just holding your ground under pressure.

Created with AI-assisted tools, guided by human intent.

Hold The Line With Me

Music has always been my escape. It’s carried me through the darkest nights and the brightest days, shaping the way I see the world. I’ve always been drawn to lyrics—the message behind the music—because they let me create my own vision, my own story. Writing songs became my way of speaking when words failed me. For years, I held everything inside until music gave me the outlet I needed. Now I pour my heart into every lyric I write, hoping my songs can reach someone the way music has always reached me

Independent artist and guitar player combining storytelling, rhythm, and focus. Every track reflects grind, emotion, and self-belief.
🎧 Authentic sound. Real intent.

Its time to get serious. 

Im trying to get situated with myself so my time for posting will vary if you would like to collab dm me anywhere you can find my socials in my linktree and i hope you enjoy my music Thank you <3 !!

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