Prod. @Justjr9 🎧: https://www.instagram.com/justjrrr?igsh=MXFsN25qNHpzYzU3

Lyrics below! 
I know things not simple for you
Tell me about the things you’ve been through 
We don’t gotta get in our feelings 
cause I know there’s things that your going to allude
Talk to me fighsty 
I’m talking back cause you know that put me in the mood 

I just been counting up blues, cause they don’t leave me feeling blue 
Ima go hop in the stu before I would ever go venting to you
One thing I learned is that bitches gon’ switch and they always gon’ do what they do

Mama said “you gotta do it yourself”
“Even if you feel like no gonna feel the pain you felt”
Gotta cargo full of pain didn’t know it would be de-railed
Sometimes wanna go AWOL, take a trip and set sail

In my mind for a minute locked in a cell
Got right with self
Call her flame princess took my heart out I watched it melt
Another heartbreak on file store it with the gas on the shelf
I hope you know I love you mama but your lil’ angel been through hell 

If I feel some type of way 
I smoke this dope it take my mind away
Don’t really got time to waste
Might get me a Rolex just to see time to waste 

Feel like a ghostbuster so many lost souls moving so aimless
Lately been feeling numb I’m painless 
This life not simple as you thinking 

I know things not simple for you
Tell me about the things you’ve been through 
We don’t gotta get in our feelings 
cause I know there’s things that your going to allude
Talk to me fighsty 
I’m talking back cause you know that put me in the mood 

I just been counting up blues, cause they don’t leave me feeling blue 
Ima go hop in the stu before I would ever go venting to you
One thing I learned is that bitches gon’ switch and they always gon’ do what they do

Just Pain On Lonely Lane

It's Never That Simple

It’s Never That Simple (prod. justjr9)

Lyrics below!

Float through time while I’ve been trying for all my guys
Feel a whole inside? You can’t find what’s stowed inside 
Like a Star I’m gon’ shine, like Shaun White I’m on my grind 
All these feelings I comprise, life’s unfair but I’ll be fine

You’ve been on some other shit 
My mind cannot put up with it 
Storming home from work saying you leaving?
You not touching shit 

Should’ve knew that you was moving weirdly
You didn’t fuss for shit
Thinking about the past off THC
I took too much of it 

I’m on a lonely road documenting
The heartbreak it’s on file
Real nigga no I won’t ever fold 
No matter the heartache it’s worthwhile
No Pierre I knew I was born for this 
Growing up always felt like a lonely child 
If you would think I would fall off 
You gon’ be here for a while 

I’m getting bread cannot call off
My money stack in a pile 
These niggas clones yea I know they all knockoffs 
They just be jocking the style
Shoutout my young niggas running the city 
Like animals you know they wild
Might mix the 2 with the 4
I’m a young flat nigga came from the south 

Float through time while I’ve been trying for all my guys
Feel a whole inside? You can’t find what’s stowed inside 
Like a Star I’m gon’ shine, like Shaun White I’m on my grind 
All these feelings I comprise, life’s unfair but I’ll be fine

Really tried to play my part 
That’s what you don’t understand 
Left me bleeding, (you) stole my heart
With all my feelings then you ran 
Your love put me in trance
NFH can’t do new friends 
Like scientists with them cutters
We gon’ dissect your manz

Bro tryna smoke a nigga like thunder 
Glock stay in his hand 
No hesitation (I’m) upping rod for all my brothers
Fisherman

You know I rep the south
NFH air em’ out like ceiling fans

Anti amends
Got gun in pants 
Can’t take a chance

Whats On My Mind

Prod. @prodapt.88🎧: https://www.instagram.com/prod.apt88?igsh=MWxjdTh3aGY5OXRuaQ==

Lyrics below 🫀

Many heartbreaks, I’ve been through plenty heartbreaks
How many days I’ve been stuck up with pain?
So many days I’ve been stuck in the rain

Alone I’m dancing 
The devils daughters glancing 
I got my feelings on transit
She said she feel me, I can’t panic 

Feel like Pinoqiuo 
I wonder what it’s like to be a real boy
Instead I’m dead, can’t feel boy 
Got so many thoughts I can’t handle the noise

And yea I can’t lie late nights I think about you
Sometimes shed a tear about you 
Looking back it’s like seeing everything from a Birds Eye view 
Regardless you chose to pick the fool 

Cheating ass bitch bet you’re miserable
You had me cutting that’s clinical 
Like how I ain’t see your subliminales
I remember kissing after take-out food

Late night crime scenes on YouTube 
Feeling right, get in the mood
Freestyle a song she love the tunes
Might crash my ship in her lagoon

I feel like Hades I’ve been cooling up in hell with ghouls boy
I remember days we was just laying up you said I had cool points

Guess that’s cause I got to screw joints
But that was your excuse 
Yea that was your ploy 
I know it was me you wanna destroy
My heart you punctured like “Oh Lord”

Man I know life a race
Ain’t no debate, your love was the award
When I get high you cross my mind
And on thought I’m about to sour 

Many heartbreaks, I’ve been through plenty heartbreaks
How many days I’ve been stuck up with pain?
So many days I’ve been stuck in the rain

Alone I’m dancing 
The devils daughters glancing 
I got my feelings on transit
She said she feel me, I can’t panic

4/24/24

Pinocchio (Prod. apt.88)

Lyrics ⬇️

0:14
got no time for fake niggas
or these fan hoes
gotta get these bands
stuck up in the bando

0:20
gotta stack my paper
gotta make this ten fold
gotta make my mama proud
working for my kinfolk

0:26 
i can’t trust niggas
only NFH hoe
keep on talking , popping triggers
while y’all popping benzos

0:33
can’t do friends though 
real count dough , can’t bend though
i count blue faces your man can’t resemble

0:40
real bag chaser 
but i ain’t gon’ fumble
might just hit the mall 
just to empty the load

0:45
im a real bag chaser
she know im a blazer
everyday i smoke new flavors 

0:53 
off pack , feel amazing
whats on my mind ?
don’t know what i’m thinking , yea

0:55
that pain i feel is major
i’m taking drugs 
but i still can’t feel it off 
no

0:59
no i can’t feel at all
she know i smoke leafs
didn’t know that we would start falling off

1:03
i feel like life be offset 
when i worry about taking off
i been that nigga before the rap
so i’m not really stressing about it paying off

1:11
she know i’m that guy
everyday get racks , no lie
if i fall down i get high
i invest in love no Sofi

1:17
she invest in me on the lowkey
need church this bitch unholy
like a nerd she give me that dome-piece
i’ll still move cautious feel like Cochise

1:24
Smoking on yuck 
like luck i’m rolling 
i’m just like a roman
when i get in that pussy
i don’t need a Trojan

1:28
that bitch like a foreign car
don’t need a key to start
she gonna ride like locomotion

1:32
i feel like future
might hit in my gucci flip flops
after that switch to the louie loafers

1:34
like a bad surgeon leave her wide open
you a fan hoe , i’m already knowing

kinfolk ft shai guy ( prod.shadow! )

Music video here: https://youtu.be/9OhoZTn0z-0?si=kZjfyuNG1PDRNlro
YungestNCharge: https://on.soundcloud.com/QRpsZyEuFHhmZH4s5
Prod. Raptor7: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzmFK8xoowsto_D7gmMO0aw

Lyrics: 

He telling them stories he really a runner
My young niggas spinning they hop out a hummer
Your brother was bluffing? That shit really nothing
He thought with his dick and Im making him run

Them niggas was talking they really my sons
I remember them times when a nigga had none
That nigga a victim, why he got a gun?
It really ain’t none, I’ve been on they one

Can’t get up with me, I’ll get up with you
When I hop out on shits ima get up on you
I step with some villains they really go through
Them young niggas hooping, they don’t got no rules

I pop out the cut he ain’t getting a clue 
And I’m fucking with cuz he gon’ pop out the blue

Get up with your brother, you leaving it too
We gon’ slide in Durango, what you finna do?

Yea?

What you finna do 
When we dropping these bombs like a nuke?
Bullets ringing like alarms, we put em' on snooze

These opps gon' need way more than a blessing 
(When) these bullets come raining at you

We make them run like Gump
Swear I ain't never met a man as fast as that dude
NFH like the Dream Team
They put they trust all in us cause we're capable

That young nigga just started living for god
When demons come around ain't no saving you

I don't even fear no man
I just might up on this tool
Watch his ass get rebuked

What the fuck is an enemy? I can't show wrath
At the end of the day that's what God going to do

He telling them stories he really a runner
My young niggas spinning they hop out a hummer
Your brother was bluffing? That shit really nothing
He thought with his dick and Im making him run

Them niggas was talking they really my sons
I remember them times when a nigga had none
That nigga a victim, why he got a gun?
It really ain’t none, I’ve been on they one

(Uh)

He'll be looking confused 
When I hop on his rip with this deuce
Feel like Fetty Wap with this choppa
It might knock a nigga out his Jimmy Choo's

His mind really deranged if you think we the same 
Nigga I'm really different from you
Posted up with my gang, no we can't change
I'm really going to see this shit through

Road Runner Ft. YungestNCharge [Music Video In Desc] (Prod. lilraptor)

Lyrics ⬇️

0:13
freak b*tch said she wan’ link
said she get wet like a sink
my wrist stay wet like a sink

0:18
I just get straight to the cheese
n***as be rats , they stink 
throwing my hat degree
n***as be cap , on me

0:24 
this ain’t a stream 
but my n***as been on the scene
flag them down this ain’t YT
don’t need balenci , I rock white tee

0:31
n***as ain’t stacking no green
I just be counting up pink
‘talking ‘bout 50’s you mean ?’
y’all been 50 ya mean ?

0:37
pack so loud it ring
married to the green 
might just get a ring
za come in for cheap
n***as ain’t smoking no za , on me

0:46
shit i rap be heat
still might get me a mink
might rock a skully to geek

0:52
I think I been on a streak
spitting that shit , a preach
on her knees that b*tch gon’ eat

0:58
look at my teeth , it freeze
jewels on my ear , they gleam
gone off the za , I lean

1:17
off of that shit , I lean
b*tch in my phone , her name eileen
send me the addy might link

1:21
said she wan’ go for the team
might just send her my link
with the gang , been smoking on tree
you wishing you would off of tree

1:30
freak b*tch said she wan’ link
said she get wet like a sink
my wrist stay wet like a sink

1:35
I just get straight to the cheese
n***as be rats , they stink 
throwing my hat degree
n***as be cap , on me

1:41
this ain’t a stream 
but my n***as been on the scene
flag them down this ain’t YT
don’t need balenci , I rock white tee

1:47
n***as ain’t stacking no green
I just be counting up pink
‘talking ‘bout 50’s you mean ?’
y’all been 50 ya mean ?

1:55
freak b*tch said she wan’ link
said she get wet like a sink
my wrist stay wet like a sink

2:00
I just get straight to the cheese
n***as be rats , they stink 
throwing my hat degree
n***as be cap , on me

2:07
this ain’t a stream 
but my n***as been on the scene
flag them down this ain’t YT
don’t need balenci , I rock white tee

2:13
n***as ain’t stacking no green
I just be counting up pink
‘talking ‘bout 50’s you mean ?’
y’all been 50 ya mean ?

Sink ( Wet Like A .. ) [ prod. kindenthe3rd ]

Lyrics below !

I’m out late night and I’m just smoking a jay
And the bitch keep calling my phone
I got them young niggas they finna sit on your strip
And you know that they take what you own

Only show up for racks then nigga I’m gone
All these niggas be cap when they on songs

Ima go where they at just to show I ain’t going
Ima go where they at ima take his Rick Owens

I know how it feel when life ain’t going your way
I know how it feel when you just wanna leave niggas right where they lay

Sit on the crib we gon’ sit where he stay
Im keeping it real, I don’t know what to say
Niggas not in that field I’ll get on that prey
He play with this shit and Im making him pay 

I know how it feel when you just wanna go out the way
Hop out with Tall you know that he spraying that K

I’m with Lil Josh and you know that he toting that drake
These opp niggas broke I don’t care what they say 
Never again will I be in the mix, Ima stay out the way
I just hop in the stu and I start spitting pain

You a hoe, you ain’t put in no pain
Heard her boyfriend rocking fake gold and he broke
Ain’t that shit a shame?
Feel like Tom Brady, Ima staple
She trying to rock my jersey and my name

Always call me a dog but she stay off the chain 
Shoot shots like Kobe then I fadeaway 
She say that she hate me, feel like NBA

But yea I admit, she made me feel a way
Always wondering how a young nigga was stressed
Trying to make you my world, you said you needed space
Took my heart out my chest, that’s a cold case
Put a chain on my neck, would never be a slave

Won’t be worried about you if you act funny today
Can’t be worried about you, i’m getting money today
Straight pinks, no ones count a hunnid in his face

I’m out late night and I’m just smoking a jay
And the bitch keep calling my phone
I got them young niggas they finna sit on your strip
And you know that they take what you own

Only show up for racks then nigga I’m gone
All these niggas be cap when they on songs

Ima go where they at just to show I ain’t going
Ima go where they at ima take his Rick Owens

I know how it feel when life ain’t going your way
I know how it feel when you just wanna leave niggas right where they lay

Sit on the crib we gon’ sit where he stay
Im keeping it real, I don’t know what to say

What To Say Ft. YungestNCharge (Prod. @casteros_)

Lyrics Below !

Hop out car with Drake
Might just make this bitch sing just like Usher
I love getting money so much, I think we might as well fuck each-other
My money talk, I feel like Chris Tucker
I’m posted with Lee we gon’ slide in a bucket
Opp nigga turned fed, now we call him a muppet
I stay with my dog, I don’t fuck with no puppies

Hop out the car, I’ma hop out and bust it
Threw a switch on the back, he was screaming out fuck it
Look like I’m jamming and nodding but I’m getting money
I can’t be answering calls, I don’t want no discussions
Shop open 24/7, I’m throwing them numbers
Fucking with Shai in the stu, boutta tell bro punch-in

Lee got the P of the za, if it’s smoke then I’m busting 
Shots ring loud giving concussions 

I was down-bad they wasn’t showing no love
20 for 20, I’m just trying to run up a dub
Get in my feelings? I’m pouring my heart in a cup
If bro give me the keys to the car then I’m starting it up

Riding black truck and you know that it’s just me and cuzz
Heard you want … for da …. I can get you the plug

(I can get you the plug)

Uh, No I ain’t got time to wait
That shit stay on my mind, so I’m on my grind today
Bro nem caught up fishing that’s why they think they can’t find a way

The streets don’t show no love
Nah for none, you live by the gun
You gon’ die by the gun 
I feel like I’m Wiz, live wild and young
Gang got that shit from a place you ain’t from

All different zips, we supplying they wants
Only buy full bags, don’t need a front
Feel like Threat cause this gas got a kick, kick, punch 
When I walk in the mall bitch I smell like a skunk

Hit his ass with dat K, and I’m lifting him up
When I drop that shit off, they be picking it up
Really been through that shit, they ain’t living like us
I be scaling up weed and bagging it up

I’m in that car and I’m spazzing 
4-deep riding in traffic, feds got behind us we trashed em’
Blatt with a flash and it flashed him
He said he wasn't playing but I still tagged him

I got some Blood niggas who bag shit on Christmas Day
In red, and bag shit like they santa
Hop out the car I was geekin’ to blam em’ 
If he act like a pussy, I’ma have to Cat-Scan em’ bitch 

(They ain’t showing no love unless we posted and spinning)
(It don’t matter I’m boutta get rich)

Show Love Ft. Banduplee (Prod. @Shawtymarq)

8p Kane 🦍: https://on.soundcloud.com/RL49itnB9I27G40nDF

Lyrics below!

(I’m about to record, hold on)
(Yea yea) x10

A young nigga balling hard I feel like Kobe, might pour two 4’s
I’ve been living the fast life not really thinking about past life, wishing that time moved slow 
I feel like Juice when it comes to love I’m scared, I beware I’ll wane way past Aiko 
Love got pain ensured no Gieco
I let you go ended up being froze

Feel like Rihanna I need an umbrella for the rain that’s more like snow
All I do is think of the past and how we can’t even rewind that, you already know

One thing I know if niggas is pussy, ima make em’ a one eyed cat when I up it and blow
My bro like the hood Shaquille O’Neal when he up in the trap get to throwing them boes

My ex bitch took my heart out my chest and made me leak I can’t trust hoes
No I ain’t fucking with Lil Pump but bro get packed dunked like D-Rose
With 8p Kane we rolling purple haze to hide the pain that’s undergone 
Post Malone in your headphones, drop guard and you take what you want 

Just tell me what you want, jus tell me what you want
I’m smoking on this gas my body full of runtz
Im stating all facts I don’t front

Yea, she fucking with me
Yea she say I’m the one
I could never get caught leaving the house without a gun
Yea I’m sipping on wrong but that shit got me right
If I’m ever feeling down ima thug it, ???????
I’ll go get it where I came serving packs through the night 
Give a fuck about my feelings? Put that shit over ice 
(Mm, put that shit over ice uh, uh)
My name ringing bells you can ask about me
When I’m whipping that scale junkies running and crawling to me 
I’m getting money, I’m getting rich off these muthafuckin junkies 
And the gas I be smoking that shit it be funky
And these niggas hate me cuz they ain’t getting no money
Them niggas broke, down bad on they dick 
Ain’t never gonna change, worth of shit
Ain’t no pulling my card, I can’t go like no bitch 
It’s just me and Shai Guy on the block, to the crib 
And I’m bagging these bitches I feel like I’m Wiz Khalifa
And I’m teaching these niggas I’m your fucking teacher 
If you’re sneak dissing then best believe I’ll delete ya
Pop out the alley with the heaters, “good meet ya” 
This bitch cook in the kitchen think her name Tanisha 

Light skin pretty young thing, straight from Jungle Fever
She tryna kick it like FIFA, bad ass Latina came from Argentina
For my lil baddie like Banner get green-up
I’m with Lil Kane and Lil Rxmi, a team-up

Past Life Feat. 8p.Kane (prod. @tawshirow)

Lyrics:
It don’t take convincing 
To prove love is not for real no ‘mo
Shit toxic, can’t feel no ‘mo
I’m always there when you need me ho
But you’re never near when I need you though 
Said you loved me 
But your love creating bullet holes
Been smoking dope in hopes
Your love ain’t sending bullets through 
my heart holds on to feelings
But my mind hold on to truth
When I overthink 
That’s bullets through the roof
I guess that love ain’t real no ‘mo
Ever since you left I got my pockets swole
I might play my part
But I won’t overstep my role
I swear 2024 , been on a roll 
2025 , I’m straight bare-stepping on the road 
And It won’t take convincing 
That your love is not for real no ‘mo
Shit toxic , can’t feel no ‘mo
I’m always there when you need me ho
But you’re never near when I need you though
Said you love me 
But your love creating bullet holes
Been smoking dope in hopes
Your love ain’t sending bullets through
If I’m a dog then call a vet
She took a knife straight through my chest
Your love been feasting on my flesh :
“If we get back together then that’s the living dead”
So many days I text your phone
You made me wish I wasn’t there (dead)
I was blind to that shit and that sucks 
Cuz I’m a Visionnaire 
Love lost , time gone , I need restitution
Smoke the za till I’m nodding off
That shit therapeutic 
Haters on my dick but I’m tryna get rich
I guess they just clueless 
They just like to ride the wave
That’s why they hate on my music 
Man you raging
Nah, im just fuming, energy consuming
Walk in grinning, you leaving toothless
After this verse you gon’ know I do this
It don’t take convincing 
To prove love is not for real no ‘mo
Shit toxic , can’t feel no ‘mo
I’m always there when you need me ho
But you’re never near when I need you though 
Said she loved me 
But your love creating bullet holes
Been smoking dope in hopes
Your love ain’t sending bullets through
My heart holds on to feelings
But my mind hold on to truth
When I overthink 
That’s bullets through the roof
And It won’t take convincing 
That your love is not for real no ‘mo
Shit toxic , can’t feel no ‘mo
I’m always there when you need me ho
But you’re never near when I need you though
Said you love me 
But your love creating bullet holes
Been smoking dope in hopes
Your love ain’t sending bullets through
(Yea) x6
Wishing you know me 
But girl I wish I knew myself 
You think you deserve it
Roses and candles in the hotel
You’re way far from perfect
Don’t need to look twice for me to tell
Should’ve knew from the first glance
I thought an angel touched my palm but then the devil took my hand 
And we walk
Through a fire forest, where all the fucking trees talk
Now I know you’re another form of the devil-man just trying to get settled in
No wonder you feel off
Ain’t worried for your intentions 
Girl, I’m just gon’ fear god
She wanna watch my tears drop
She’ll never care so I’ll never give a fuck
Said she wanna know me but she too busy trying to get to know another 
Wishing you know me 
But girl I wish I knew myself 
You think you deserve it
Roses and candles in the hotel
She beat me down like an animal
Guess in the end couldn’t handle you
They say X (Ex) marks out the spot
Dug in my chest, left it wide open
Took a bite right out my heart 
She does what she can
A cannibal 
My mind is hell it’s way more hellish staying with you
Got me feeling blue on this emotional pursuit
Been trying to keep my cool while you just do what you do
Thought we stuck like glue? 
You pick and you choose
When I’m sipping ooze 
All of my feelings on snooze
(Yea)
She like playing games 
Girl you’re so playful
Don’t need a label (to) 
Put her on Four just like a table
When my mind unstable 
You make me calm guess you my maple
All these problems stand tall 
When you’re around it’s supernatural the gravity falls
Thoughts fly like Helo’s
No time to battle Ego’s
Truly god knows I got deep hope
Only get one shot no free throw
Can’t express these feels you evoke
Can’t remember what happened before

Love Isn't Forreal/You want to know me, ion know myself

Love Isn’t Forreal/You Want To Kno Me, I Don’t Know Myself -Shai Guy x Rxmdy (Prod. silo)

Goonvercetti 🌞: https://on.soundcloud.com/zhyb5nPy1JTZ3Ub3QX

Lyrics below! 

How do I manage to feel this pain inside
I’m deceased 
Nigga it take strength to get over loss this shit ain’t for the weak 
I’m tryna take off from earth like a goddamn rocket, fuck is a elon?
Cuzzo got locked up for busting out plays like Deion 
Screaming fuck the feds they peons
Like what the fuck is an ice when a young nigga keep the heat on

These niggas sweet cake, pussy, felines
If we compare the stats they team on decline
I would call the opps veggies but they like to meat ride
Love to talk shit but ask for a bev when the heat rise 
We on the block posted up like street signs 
If we see a car we don’t recognize I bet we stop that
This enchanted chop got knock-back
When I up it my ears might ring way louder than pop-caps
If I set the tone 
I bet you can’t top that
I’ll treat the opps like Jerry 
I’m just one smart Tom-cat
She said she wanna connect 
I don’t fuck with no Comcast
She still gonna send mixed signals
I know an Emo bitch like death
But I’m not on that
Cast spells she make love sigils
I guess that’s just how shit goes
When she want you dead she’ll write multiple death-notes 
You choose violence and I’ll choose peace 
But still this question remains 
How many problems will you really start with me
I hate the way you talk I mean the way you say it 
It feels like you target me 
And no matter how much I try to pull you close 
You’ll always stay far from me
Should’ve knew you was criminal the way you steal hearts 
You love that larceny 
Girl I know that I can’t change that 
You ink my brain like face tatts 
A rich nigga tryna skirt off in a Maybach
Wanna see how I live? Feng Shui
By my side keep an iron I’m really with the gunplay
In a week my young nigga might make your whole monthly
He keep some shit 
Hit harder than drugs of a junkie
Treat this pistol like garbage
Dump it
No I ain’t in the streets 
For fam dive in like Spelunky 
I’m grinding 
So one day we can live comfy 
Life is a bitch sometimes she get ugly
Don’t sip on lean 
Cause I care about my tummy 
My gun so horny 
You can tell when it’s cumming 
And it be hard like it’s off Rhino’s
If it hit yo head
Put you in a deeper sleep than Cryo 
When I hop on the beat, go psycho
Try my gang just know that you suicidal
When I tote this big ass rifle 
The blue beam look like breath of a Fucking Kaiju
If I ever expressed my hurt to you deep In the past 
Just know that I don’t despise you
Getting flashbacks from my last songs
Only reasoned I loved you 
Cause no one like you

Shit ain’t the same i heard she went bad
Can’t FaceTime you or skype you
She don’t know what’s on my mind
I can’t waste no time
Ain’t no telling what I just might do
We living in war times 
But I choose peace i won’t repeat a cycle
I done made it far they want me to be just like them 
But I can’t I just can’t be like you
My wrist is perfect timing 
Shiny diamonds 
My cup a 24 I ball like Kobe Bryant
IQ, my sweet science 
Kick her out, she rude, I don’t do no defiance (nah)

You choose violence and I’ll choose peace 
But still this question remains 
How many problems will you really start with me
I hate the way you talk I mean the way you say it 
It feels like you target me 
And no matter how much I try to pull you close 
You’ll always stay far from me
Should’ve knew you was criminal the way you steal hearts 
You love that larceny

I Choose Peace [Glockk40spaz Remix] Feat. GoonVercetti (prod. @prodneiren)

Lyrics :

She said that I'm sexy, like it when I flex
Benjamins my bestie
Ex bitch want to hide out when she text me
When I shop I'm dropping bags at the store
So much water on me
They just throw me rags for my clothes
Spanish hoes want me, cuz I'm 'bout my pesos
Fat tags on me like I spent my whole pay stub
Brodie hating on the net, walk out with his face closed
Zeus gon' ride out with that Tec, mute face, case closed
I know life a mystery, I can't fuck with fake ho's
In-laws got some history, man they known to spank hoes
Me and Glock like salt and pepper
You step close then we just mace those
I'm a real stepper, you ask the block
You rocking fake 4's

Brodie he got iron
He slide with draco
I can't do no friends
You got bring cash
Or I'm gon' say no
Really getting dope
But you know
I don't really play though
I was high as shit
I poured a Deuce inside the Faygo
Said you need some drop
We can make it for you
Two 'o clock, right up on the dot
Is when we take it to you
If you want some smoke
We got dope, Ima bring it with me
Making remedies with Rxmdy
I'm breaking basis with it

I got cake, bad ass bitch, give me face
Roll a J, and I bet that bitch gon' rotate
She run game, I run plays, stack shit till we buss the safe
I told god keep me safe, I keep some za, keep a drake
You diss on dead's? Send them, shots booming at your place
Rxmdy, we gon' rage, Banduplee, he the sage
Hop out car, and its fuming up your place
Smoking za, shit not laced, this that gas, straight propane

Nigga I got lean and Sprite in sippy cup
This little hoe gon' hold me down, but she tryna keep me up
Used to hope out Civics, we tryna hop out Bentley trucks
Leave them on a pendant, he ain't tryna give it up
I don't got no feelings, niggas ain't gon' give us none
Hop out with my killers, nigga where is you gon' run?
Hop out with his gang then he gon' get left in a bunch
Tryna get Rich like September, switching up the months

Fake Ho’s ft. Banduplee & YungestNCharge ( Prod.308 )

Lyrics :

Bout the team bitch I'm gon' rep
Bout the team bitch I'm gon' step
NFH, no I can't do no friends
Niggas hating they on the fence
Niggas gay man no offense

We keep straps in case niggas want to switch on us
Keep some cheese keep Swiss on us
That hoe green, that bitch on us
She a fiend, that hoe go nuts
Bout y'all dreams y'all hold your nuts
Don't watch no opps get rich on us
I watched niggas go bitch on us

I watched niggas go switch before I put switch on niggas
I'd put Glock in my dip before I'd go dip on niggas
I'd put Glock in my lap before I go snorting on crack
Bad bitch told me that she like gas, I heard that she like to get thrashed

Chocolate little hoe with a fat ol' ass
Light skin tone I'm still about my bag
Wrist two tone still cost a tab
I could be rich I'm still keeping tags
I could be broke y'all still keeping tabs on us
Mad cuz we have a bag on us
Savage we keep a mag on us

She ratchet-
She ratchet she like to-
She ratchet she like to spazz on us
She ratchet when we fuck its rough
Swear to god that she can't get enough
Feel like go go gadget
I got a go go gadget
Man I'm a D1 crash out
Aim for these bitches Ima go-go crack it
Been in too deep with this cash now
Walk in the bank Ima go-go cash it
And I bet you, you ain't gon' match it

Bout the team bitch I'm gon' rep
Bout the team bitch I'm gon' step
NFH, no I can't do no friends
Niggas hating they on the fence
Niggas gay man no offense

We keep straps in case niggas want to switch on us
Keep some cheese keep Swiss on us
That hoe green, that bitch on us
She a fiend, that hoe go nuts
Bout y'all dreams y'all hold your nuts
Don't watch no opps get rich on us
I watched niggas go bitch on us

Switch On Us ?! ( Prod.Texo )

Lyrics : 

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

I just spread that pape
You know that's law
Talking on the gang
I might break your glass jaw
I don't do this for the fame
I got to get my racks up
Call me samson, cuz I might just tax you

It ain't nothing to go get your racks up
Bad bitch like that rough sex
You know she come with fat stuff
Ain't Thanksgiving but I can hear that mac truck
Shake shit like its rationed, might just throw some racks up

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

Can't do friends no more
Cuz y'all all like pythons
Can't even put no trust in them
That's how you get your back crossed
Talking hard get wiped like wax on and wax off !
Love a toxic hoe, we fuck and all you hear is back talk

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

It ain't nothing to go get your racks up
Bad bitch like that rough sex
You know she come with fat stuff
Ain't Thanksgiving but I can hear that mac truck
Shake shit like its rationed, might just throw some racks up

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off !

Blast Off ! ( Prod.ssjlamar )

Lyrics :

At night on the highway
Thinking about life
Turn up the music
Drive so fast
I might go back in time
Remember way back when
When I thought about now
I would think I would die
Huh, Walking with death on my mind
16, contemplating on suicide

Huh, had to change up the energy
My old friends done switched up
Fuck a friend, change the title to enemies
Huh, been a dog, you a runt
Two different breeds, check the pedigree
When I'm down my bae light the blunt
And then give me neck cuz y'all stressing me

Huh, temptation gon' fuck up your blessings
Some shit ain't no mistake, you chose the direction
Huh, I had to learn a few lessons
Lesson one they're gon' switch as expected
The next lesson I'm doing the testing
Off the vert bitch I'm paying attention

Huh, fuck what you heard
Man, we live and we learn
I had to go through pain
To make sure I go turn up
Hell scape, I had to go through pain
That shit done left some burns
And I don't have time to go settle down
I got to put in the work

Hop in a brand new car
Switch lanes, man I put it in swerve
Bad bitch got no waist, got a pretty face
Dive in, got a dip in the curves
Had to take a step back from the net
Swear y'all get on my nerves
Been cooking up in the stu
So you know I got to dish it and serve

Said she got that ocean
Fuck a trip, we surf
I can't fuck with hoes
That's just gon' bip the curb
Rather be alone
Stack up my chips and splurge
Bro said he got the drop
Then we commit a purge

At night on the highway
Thinking about life
Turn up the music
Drive so fast
I might go back in time
Remember way back when
When I thought about now
I would think I would die
Huh, Walking with death on my mind
16, contemplating on suicide

Thinking ‘Bout Life ( Prod.Kanbuu )

Lyrics :

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

Just turned summer
Mowing the grass
Hoping the snakes not under
Huh
I been pushing weight
Moving that steel
You might hear thunder
Shout to my nigga Zeus
You don't want war with each other
Niggas getting lit, taking shots of the Deuce
Rock hardcore with my brothers

I hate to go switch on ya
But I never really had no limiter
Young bull, me and twin bumping the Skrillex
I should've known we was different from ya
Sweet tooth, I remember bread and sugar
Smoosh it, that's a light snack for ya
For us, cooking in the lab for once
Two bad kids, didn't think it'd go bad for ya

All grown up, I got to stack my chicken
Been down bad for months
When I'm up count that bag, I don't do no fronts
Niggas gon' cop out, plot for months
Niggas hating got to block out cunts
Won't show they face, got to clock out, lunch
My niggas tie they lace and grab they guns
Don't care about where you from

Said you grew up in the suburbs?
My niggas came from the slums
I been about my green, gwuap, feddi
Y'all about the crumbs
If we step, we spreading Armageddon
I bet you that we dropping bombs

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

Just turned summer
Mowing the grass
Hoping the snakes not under
Huh
I been pushing weight
Moving that steel
You might hear thunder
Shout to my nigga Zeus
You don't want war with each other
Niggas getting lit, taking shots of the Deuce
Rock hardcore with my brothers

4 Nuffin ( Prod.NAPALM )

Lyrics :

I know sometimes it get hard
To be the realest in the room
So many people
So many fake ass niggas
Ready to up the tomb
So many reasons to go up and squeeze it
Too many reasons to go up the 'nina
Might just up the heater

Huh
World Been Froze, I been cold
Too many people picking sides
So I got to do it alone
Bitch, if we like the Superbowl
We head to head, but I up the score
I know my dreams ain't far from reach
Cuz we in contact with UFOs

UPC, barcode 'em
UPS, gon' car load 'em
Osama, got bombs on me
911, drop bombs on 'em
That's a rental, a car loaner"I just smoke the za and this a hotbox", car smoker

Opps gon' talk a lot we smoke them
After the gossip then we roll them
Some of y'all out of pocket
Like some chips at poker
I may be sad but I ain't emo
Ain't rocking no chocker
Huh
If I'm sad enough, I roll up the lotus
Y'all been bugging out
We spray them down just like some locusts
Bro 'nem worried about buying cars
But I'm just worried about staying focused
I think my wallet need a modem
While my pockets loading
Told my wife we gon' make a Fortune
That ring just a token

I know I'm gon' kill it
But y'all finna kill me
If y'all really feel it nigga
Huh
And I ain't no female nigga
Y'all some bitches, some female niggas
If I say fuck the presale and this for retail
I'm still gon' sell it nigga
I should've known y'all would sell a nigga
Need some green? Need a salad nigga?

I know sometimes it get hard
To be the realest in the room
So many people
So many fake ass niggas
Ready to up the tomb
So many reasons to go up and squeeze it
Too many reasons to go up the 'nina
Might just up the heater

Huh
World Been Froze, I been cold
Too many people picking sides
So I got to do it alone
Bitch, if we like the Superbowl
We head to head, but I up the score
I know my dreams ain't far from reach
Cuz we in contact with UFOs

Barcode 'em ( Prod.Februxry )

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