I both stole this beat from youtube and then proceeded to mix it like shit
Lyrics:
(Hook x 2)
she dont love me
but she love money
she love it when
i put dick in her stomach
hoes schemin
always up to somethin
kick a bitch out
made her walk like a runway
cant trust a bitch
swear they two faced
fuckin for some
jimmy choo shades
drop her ass
throw the deuce
say she your wife
but she fuckin for cake

Verse 1:
dont call my phone
i aint in the mood
cut a bitch off
like an interlude
ask a lotta questions
like an interview
dont trust the bitch
she a turn back on you
she dont love shit
except money and dick
you say yo hoe different
i think that hoe slick
cuz she run yo pockets
treat you like a lick
thinkin she faithful
she fuckin the clique
if you seen that
bitches phone
you would
be sick
while you workin
so hard
she been fuckin for chips
and once you get on
she aint tellin you shit
so i tell you now
dont be trustin that bitch
even seen a rich bitch
get turned out
suckin dick in a traphouse
on a dirty couch
coulda paid cash
but she paid with her mouth
these hoes wild
dont be lockin em down

(Hook x 2)

Verse 2:
she whining 
i dont give her luxury
bitch all you good
for is suckin me
i dont really
want your company
so quit callin me
bitch quit buggin me
these hoes only actin
they playin a role
baby i love you
now buy me these clothes
now let me get a
free pass to the show
only thing imma
show you is the door
even a billionaire
aint enough
they lie and they
trap you
and take half
ya stuff
they sit you in front
of the judge
and not just the money
they wantin your property
so thats why i
break em off properly
cant let a greedy lyin
bitch be stoppin me
stay vigilant
dont let em con ya
they can smell it and
they swarm like piranahas

(Hook x 2)

Hoes Schemin

shitmix

Lyrics:
theres a time for talk
and a time for action
you wastin time
toein the line
dont be surprised
when your seat
at the table vanish
my lifes disorganized
i fail to plan shit
so when im slighted
cant be cryin
most of the time
cant seem to manage
vices are nicest
like fuck the prices
ill buy the bitch
with drinks on ices
the cabs and condos
might die tomorrow
i swear the thoughts
dont give me sorrow
a lot of days
i want to leave
so whats some
time to borrow
ready to cash in
no spare change
for funeral or casket
just drop me
in the oven
like they gassed me
but dont gas bitches
if  they be
fuckin for flat fees
pussy hit so often
that it got PTSD
and all sort of STDs
she aint worth the cheese
been ran through
like she practice for the track team
hard times hit you
like bein smacked by a crack fiend
whos on one

i spit game to a bitch
just like this
you dont know me
but fuck me
like you owe me the shit (x4)

im greasy and sleazy
it aint hard to please me
B.U.G. squad
ill smack a bitch
if shes teasing
give me pro service
do not use your teeth
just relieve me
then leave me
goodbye
take it easy
i swear im tryin to
keep a stronger message
to stay cemented
when it seems that
my life lacks direction
fast extension of my hands
graspin to catch the last blessing
fucked around chasin hoes
man i missed out on confession
dont play with lust
thats a deadly ass sin
go and ask all the ladies
hittin 30 with no man
go check the CDC numbers
on all them bugs lurkin
make you suit up in a hazmat
if she start twerkin
matter of fact
smash or pass
ten times out of ten
i smash pass on
your nasty trash ass
for every tattoo
50 dudes have smashed
and once she pass 5
that bitch is out of lifelines
oh my

i spit game to a bitch
just like this
you dont know me
but fuck me
like you owe me the shit (x4)

Vices

Lyrics:
baby when we speak
the essence is so heavenly
your presence is a blessing
its like you were heavensent for me
first im gonna send for you
and then ill send for extra sheets
cuz after our lovin thru
i aint gon wanna sleep on these
life would be perfect
if you were all that i sweat
but between blood and bullets
i lack fullness of rest
sometimes i fail to grasp the rhythm
and it makes me depressed
but if i ever stopped before
then we would never have met
and although my past
littered with mistakes and missteps
if you weren't in my arms tonight
that'd be my only regret
we lookin at the hills
but i call this the lake house
when you step inside of it
its worth more than the safe house
girl you complete the scene
you make my globe golden
they left at their convenience
and left me the bag holdin
i know they're watchin now
lookin like what that bag holdin
to be blunt your sour ass
need to keep on rollin
you're the biggest star to me
i put you in this sundress
head to toe you be turnin heads
aura unbridled success
too many been sleepin on you
im up after sunset
its me against the world
and im about to pull an upset
every day i wake up
think how many had to die for this
every seconds priceless
that aint somethin you cant counterfeit
disregard your argument
cuz i aint with ya politics
unapologetic
with my rhetoric
its obvious
history is nothing
but the tale of the victor
a mere mortal tryna
pierce the heavens with a splinter
in 2015 i turned the meme gang
to ugly gang
in these last 2 years
had to feel a lot of pain
they celebrate my losses
act offended when i make a gain
its only right i represent this shit
cuz its an ugly game
i cant write a hit song
cuz i write when im pissed off
with pistols in my britches
fuck around and shoot my dick off
go broke
im jumpin mufuckas like im kris kross
get the fuck down
and slowly hand over that wrist watch
im tryna elevate my status
higher than the cliff top
if you aint used to flossin
i aint tryna hear your shit talk
back in 07
when i learned to hit the crip walk
2017 the shit still get the club hot
id just show my age
if i ever tried to nae nae
i sip lemonade
and put lemon haze in the ashtray
im a fat mufucka
clean my plate like i was cascade
cuz i remember havin to soak the beans
for the next day
stole out the store a couple times
thats why when i was grown
a couple times i paid the next in line
had to try and right my wrongs
because those deeds
will ease my mind
the same way that im feelin fine
every time i rock a rhyme
you know its tricky to do
i could give you the run around
id rather tell you the truth
im a venomous type of creature
when i hop in the booth
hyena mixed with a black widow
sippin chartreuse

and thats the truth

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ＡｌｌＢａｒｓ (Prod. Young Taylor)

Sun In The Sky (Remastered)

Fucked Up (Remastered)

Lyrics:
Without a sound ever heard
Without a lesson I have learned
You are foolish
And diluted
Too many lies have you burned

one thing about
a man and a woman
they both lie
and if a motherfucker cross me
theyre wishin
they gon die
i never was the type
to shy away from breakin bread with you
and when you hurt so bad inside
i tried to steer the dread from you
now i realize i should've
bust a fuckin head or two
never in your life
did you deserve to see a blessing fool
funny thing is that im
not even addressing you
cuz so many snakes
that double crossed me
i direct this to
yet i catch the flack
under attack from users
and confusers
all that i can do is pray in time
the world sees your maneuvers
you can press me with slander
my actions tower the chatter
you wish you couldve snuff my flame
its a shame that you werent faster
because my glow is an inevitability
anything besides killing me
excercising futility
its a damn shame
you never put in practice humility
now watch the bridge burn
and sweep you crabs into the roaring sea

Without a sound ever heard
Without a lesson I have learned
You are foolish
And diluted
Too many lies have you burned

pardon me girl
do not start with me
an arbiter in bartering
the finer points of martyring
to bring the change
we often seek
you're nothing but a common fink
stop and think
if you had too much to drink
but stepped inside
your boyfriends ride
crashed and died
besides you
everybody else was fine
honestly i wouldnt cry
cuz i spared for you enough tears
to last for years
you never even cared
too busy havin more affairs
you love nothing
youll chase that dragon til your last
while im soaring past
you're a passing fad
hoping you can find a desperate lad
who you can sell a piece of ass
for food and cash
before long youre shootin smack
i hope it was worth it
i really loved you
but you're really worthless
which one will be first
hauled inside a dirty hearse
descend into the earth
while they recite a bible verse
for all intents and purposes
perhaps i ought to be the offer to the coffer
lest i grow old and be defenseless to the slaughter

Without a sound ever heard
Without a lesson I have learned
You are foolish
And diluted
Too many lies have you burned

Burned (Prod. Abel Petit)

Get A Clue (Prod. Gren8)

[Verse 1]
conversations racin
of occupation cessation
invasion of mental spaces
converge upon motivations
diversions by echo chambers
exacerbated persuasion
heart rate elevation
im facin a palpitation
accomplishments that im claimin
burn bright in the finest moment
as time dissipates the joy
i wonder if i own it
waves like the ocean
what im makin when im flowin
under tree i feel a presence
will it leave me in the mornin
a loss here and there
can make it abruptly clear
whos the one to stand beside you
when the weather turns from fair
legend etched in boulder
cement it from turnin over
bolder forever growin
i feel death over my shoulder
totin toasters in holsters
post toasts with the hostess
she say she loves me most
on account of a glowin trophy
proceeded by accolades
affixed upon my given name
cannot get cocky
gotta face ahead never stoppin
[Verse 2]
master of flows
i blast past bastards with hopes
of killin syllables
able bodied villain
im willin to drill silly bitches with skills
i saw in films with skin in em
maximum velocity sloppy floppin
notorious atrocity window shoppin
but im too broke to cop it
not been coppin pleas
greasy headed hoodrats with fleas
drop to their knees
appeasing me with ease whenever i 
please
but please do cease
im not fond of your disease
im the sickest that can be
i just traveled overseas
i just sailed on every sea
never stuck with a vaccine
please dont tell the cdc
bring contaminations from foreign 
nations i occupated
occipital bones fractured in her head
her eyes kept rotating
like poltergeists im ghost chasin
dead presidents tall as elephants in 
my residence
having blessings from many men
and im about to do it all again

Cant Quit Prod. Austin Taylor

Right Hand [Drake Cover] (Prod. AMIRO)

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Sun In The Sky (Remastered)

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