Florida (feat. JGM)

Pretty Faces

Letting You Go

Michael Scott

Winning

The Dark Side

Sometimes I'm Childish

(Intro)
Yo, yo, step right up, don’t be suspicious,
I’m ’bout to drop some science—kinda testaceous!

(Verse 1)
I’m hard like a shell, yeah, I’m armored up,
Mollusk mode, never gon’ give it up!
Snails in the game? Nah, they movin’ slow,
I’m testaceous, baby—now you know!

Reddish-brown swag, like terracotta clay,
Unglazed and bold, I pop off all day!
Latin roots? Yeah, I’m testa-made,
Brick by brick, this rap gets laid!

(Chorus)
Testaceousness—yeah, that’s my flex,
Shell so tough, I deflect the hex!
Color like pots from ancient Rome,
Call me Testa-King, I built this throne!

(Verse 2)
Protozoan drip? You know it’s rare,
Micro-shell swag—scientific flair!
Earthenware tone, that’s my hue,
Red-brown rockstar, who knew?!

Step to me? Nah, you’ll crack like glaze,
I’m shelled-up, son—phase by phase!
Brick-house rhymes, yeah, I stack ’em tall,
Testaceous flow—I got it all!

(Bridge)
(Yeah, uh!)
From the dirt to the sea, I’m that hard dude,
Color of clay? Ain’t nothin’ new!
Latin roots in my DNA,
"Testa" means shell—now step away!

(Outro)
So next time you see a snail take flight,
Remember my name—Testa-King’s tight!
Red-brown shell? That’s testaceous,
Now bounce—this rap too precocious! 🐚🎤

(Mic drop… or should I say, shell drop?) 😎

Rappin' Turtle

lotta words said lack depth
ion gotta drop songs vault bigger than the crib
m dot c signed p onna hip
thats new ink on my b****
and ion care if anybody fuck wit me
came a long way 
wit no company 
when the beat got soul the lyrics come to me
i remember when my mother pulled up flexin ina nissan
time slippin im trippin i needa re run
i feel stuck in the past and i cant move on
i fall stuck on my ass im tryna see new grass inna morning a fresh dawn
i needa move farther for fresh thoughts
a open house for a fresh start
feet trapped in the guilt cant move i cant move on 
but cut skin only hurt when the flesh raw
and my flesh gone it all follows me
got me cutting off my sheets before they swollow me

 i stay true to the sound locked in
you cant make what i make vice versa times ten
deep in the game and the realness declining
hourglass cracked soiled sand in the lining 
feel the weight of the walls close close to the edge who u call when they all gone u ur only friend
u grow up quick bitch when u the fucking man 
i sip liquor reminiscing bottle falling out my hand
all this running got me running outta friends
all this running got me running outta places i aint been
all this running swear ill never run again  
~love p

liveforever, love p (p.ghowste)

(Yeah, I don't write no Rust)
(Next.js, TypeScript baby)
(Yeah, yea, hah)

I don't write no Rust, I don't feel like I'm yet there (nah)
Next.js, TypeScript, that's what I'm writing man (yeah)
What they think, what they say, I don't really care (nah, nah)
Basic C, started Leet, DSA I'm on now (phew)
Reading things, lil bit, writing things, I'm above
Linked list, stack, queue, graph, tree, that's tough

Trying new things, I'm never giving up!
Learn things, try things, build things. that's all!

I don't write no Rust, I don't feel like I'm yet there
Next.js, TypeScript that's what I'm writing man (haha)
What they think, what they say, I don't really care (NO!)
Basic C, started Leet, DSA I'm on now
Reading things, lil bit, writing things, I'm above
Linked list, stack, queue, graph, tree, that's tough

Trying new things, I'm never giving up!
Learn things, try things, build things, that's all!

(Prod. Bloom7k)

No Rust

create, inspire, experience 
nopromo
(questionauthority333@proton.me) if u tryn make some music, i do dis for the love of the game

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