To me (Ver.2)

This Is It

LIKE A TATTOO PROD. Bsterthegawd

Dreams Die // Running ( Prod. Unknown757)

THE SAMPLE IS
PRESIDENTS - 5 10 15 20 25 30 YEARS OF LOVE

GOOD GUY

My First Ep SHOUTS OUT TO MY BROTHER, STONEMAN FOR PRODUCING AND EVERYONE

SONG LIST
1. HER
2.  FLIPLOU
3. GHOST
4. damerius ( INTERLUDE )
5. WArcrY

GHOST (PROD: STONEMAN BERRAL)

lyrics:

A-RO
Im willing to write my wrongs to find a place a where I belong
But I know nobody compares so imma do it on my own
So hold the phone, and do not hang it up before I hang your dome
I let it known, guess what the jig is up you know those guns aint yours

Why you playing with me for
Why you claiming that you god
I saw you the other day 
What you should claim is a fraud 
Claim the Ak spray but I know that it aint yours
Saw you broad day, and you taking others orders

A loser not what meant I to be to be
I grew up with a new entity 
Im searching for some new energy 
But first I need some new inner peace
I pull up with a new different me
Wondering if I can ever compete 
Stumbling over the words that I speak
Realizing that I really am me 

I ride my wave till the end 
No more ink inside my pen
Blank face blank space
Let me play that back again
Just in case I lose pace
And forget where I begin
I forgot my shit again

shane
I was doing bad for a hundred bags
I came last on the track just to make it back
you made ass, I’m attached to the niggas that had to take cash
start fasts just to make it last
couldn’t grab what I had, that’s a different pass
get thru it like a class, that shit made me mad
and we live tell the mag that I need a bag
try to tag and connect but these niggas lag
it’s a difference tween these niggas and the realer man
I was in it, bigger sibilance when the feeling pass
bigger picture, you my nigga, but don’t get attached
figure distance bring the pressure when you send the ‘labs
I was on they ass, shit was automatic
got around, still crash, It’s a bad habit
more news, less clues, that’s a faux act
that’s a faux act, niggas fugazi

Goose Feathers

LOVER, ATUM (Prod.Maxxi)

prod. nobody

lyrics:
All my days so azul 
My own mind been tryna play me for a fool
Been lost 
We ain’t won in a minute uh
Got lots of work to do
When things fall apart you best pick up the tools
And get to work with it
Desperately reconstructing til it hurt again
Can’t grasp reality
When I’m gone the birds still gonna chirp man
Only way to live is through another person
I still distance
A crippling hypocrite who begs no assistance 
All I see is closed blinds but I swear I got the vision
Can’t grow out of the sadness nor in rap with this division
I keep swearing it will change
Fall in their places, rearrange
Yeah these notions so deranged 
Pain is such a bitter tang
I spit it on the mic and still my mindset is the same
Yeah this rapping is my truth huh
Thought it’s supposed to set you free huh
Guess I’m lying in the booth man
When the lion shows it’s teeth
This where you find what’s left of me

Dreams Die // Running ( Prod. Unknown757)

SINBAD

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