(b maj)

Gave my all, fell upon my face
and these shallow cuts
sting more than a break


time so cruel, gods just playing games 
wit my aging soul, throw me in the flames 



billlow smoke, its filling holes
im losing myself
crossroads, for the lost soul
see dont tell
lucy I been here
no more fear just hell
cant keep fighting these battles 
we fighting ourself


love lost, numb touch
i keep my heart blocked 
dark thoughts, 
plagueing me, they wont stop

so flawed, i been waiting so long 
so gone, looking for my own god

(Chorus)


friends lost, tryna mend bonds
when they hearing my songs 
play on the radio, stereo they singing a-long 
I hate be
bearing bad, but who you knew gone
i been a foe, bit the gold,
im finall-y home 

fail, and try again
mind raised by this envi-ro-ment 
these bruises lessons to the kids
my music, food for thinking big 
I choose my path and walk a road
still wonder where the hell it go 
my fuel just started running low 
and so im sleeping here alone 

(instrumental solo)

(Chorus)

Shallow Cuts (Prod. Heydium)

I'm a problem child, airing all my problems out 
I been a dreamer, still sleeping at my mamas house 

got short-comings, but more grind, and more stomach
distort time, like clocks low and high up its
comeuppance, no strings, its no puppets
sew love, its so nothing 
blow up, like trap ovens 

aaaagh


I keep my mental state, higher than an aero-plane 
jumping, feel the air run through my hair and say

"this life a struggle, see my brothers and sister
and peril, stiches tearing, tying gnots inside my stomach
feral, thoughts are plaguing, lately, hoping maybe,
the times changing, i keep it faded,

spit it nasty, black mucus, tar splatting, bar cracking 
boy back with more raps, im more gassed, than shell stations
doordashing, pour fast, n im racing, 

I turn my pace up, waiting for my pay stub
lonely wit my loving, still hoping for a taste of, 
some realer, i been fishing, but they biting
at my heart, my baby love to disappear
I think a curse was placed upon me 
yaaa, baby got me all twisted
she mix me up different


thats no Vendetta, thats a V thats stand for Vlone

they tryna catch a vibe, I launch it like im Elon
drifting in this space, i been a part of it for eons

keep a purpose wit my wording, we a flea on,
the back of giant, entagled n ima be gone 

this a se-ance, got six's like a de-mon
I tumble down until the ground, 
and check my lesions, been bruised and battered
body , bloodly when i speak-on 



caught me stumbling, and mumbling wit my words 
rug burns, lights out, and torn t-shirts
I been feeling something, but im so used to the numbing 
like a knife into my stomach, im been feeling really gutted 



ima run it til my legs are, shakey, achey wit it,
life a track n i been, writing but the future written 
I keep my hands out to the fire 
feel the heat emitting
all I want is time to spit a rhyme
and hope my people feel it

Problem Child (Prod. Sonder Sonics)

Lyrics (Spelling mistakes included lmaoo)

(Chorus)

Demon better believe it
spray like a steam
bringing a heater
pussy i beat it 
roll witta team
we got the hands
n they get de-feet-ed
watching em bleed
follow the leader 
follow the leader 

aa aa aaa

Steppin, iss fax yaww
fucking a bitch, throw her back out
run like a track star 
I got some homies wit masks on


rollup, and run em through 
wet like a storm, bring the thunder too
scoping the ops, where they running to?

burn it down, I dont see no proof 
god damn, 

venomous sentences 
drip it like its med-i-cine 
flow out the damn and I,
think its irrelevant 
life is a game,
well im busy leveling
back on my shit
I been born as a revenant 
stoned like a sediment 
cold like the menacing 
feeling I get when i stomp on they head again 

talking bout deep cuts, bitches stay hanging like deez nuts 


(Bridge)

I cant see past these shadows 
building up, rise above

I foughten many battles
all the same, all along

(Chorus) 

Demon better believe it
spray like a steam
bringing a heater
pussy i beat it 
roll witta team
we got the hands
n they get de-feet-ed
watching em bleed
follow the leader 
follow the leader 

aa aa aaa


Counting the money, dat big guap
dancer the phone, like tik tok 
she want the money well I want fame
im busy fucking, wait what was her name?


when i die, im wake n bake it,
thats a pop quiz, aint no mistaken
see the hell fire, making eggs and bacon 

succubus' sucking shawty gimme brain 


demon scheming, see the beaming 

veni, vidi, vici feeling 

call me villian

buss out the ceiling 

grind wit the homies and make us a milly

bitches go silly now
Im feeling chilly now
ice in the villy 
I shoot like a video
fucking a city hoe
that bitch is pretty doe

(Chorus)

Demon better believe it
spray like a steam
bringing a heater
pussy i beat it 
roll witta team
we got the hands
n they get de-feet-ed
watching em bleed
follow the leader 
follow the leader

(Bridge)

I cant see past these shadows 
building up, rise above

I foughten many battles
all the same, all along

(Chorus)


Demon better believe it
spray like a steam
bringing a heater
pussy i beat it 
roll witta team
we got the hands
n they get de-feet-ed
watching em bleed
follow the leader 
follow the leader 



Thats a wrap
better call it quits now
popping off till it raining crys-tal
20 bitches tryna suck my dick now 
hater talking cuase they know they missed out

D3MON (Prod. Young Maker)

BROD - Hope

(A minor)

Shot caller, pop poppa
weed smoke, make 'em choke
its that top dolla

talk talk it, 
you not, not it
north boy, i been cold
in a hole, getchu froze 
putta frost on em 


All my hoes'll give, stiches
cold bitches, all my bros'll 
give you ditches, paint pictures 
saint sinner, they a victim
my flow, sicker
hoes thiccer, 
in my crib 
sipping cold liquor

(Verse) 

long hook, witta short verse
shawty look good, way she move in that short skirt 
ride in the whip, gimme head, call it skeet skrrt,
loving my vibe, n the way that i speak words 


(chorus)

(verse)

play da part, 
always moving like a chess piece
calculate my next move
changing up destiny

destination, weed smoke, respiration
tearing down all the walls in this box, renovation
been impatient and a patient, i been pacing
from this bullshit

, ,tripping on it like its laces
I been full flipped, 


3 for the charm, 
counting 60 for the full crib

40 for the sipping 
and a milly for my whole clique

Shot Caller (Prod. UNLUCKY)

(Bb minor)


word to the wise
thats, re-spect
eject hoes, from the car no 
peace n mind, for the mind
like mines get pieced up

swiss witta blade I flay, get cheesed up 


african roots, boi guess ima Zebra

white witta shoes, dont step, ima sleep ya
walk in, these bitches keep looking at me bruh
fuck all cash, im swiping the visa


(Verse)

I got no enemies, just graves in the cemetries 
Lucy got curses he sending me, venom he lending me 
render me, gone like its hennesy 

beast in the sheep fur, at least they tend to be

hermit walking, like Baba Yaga, no need to talk
im all bout the dollars, O's, stacking, followers
crack a skull and then watch the body burn 
asking Roddy, "whats in the box", bloody bodies
no need to lock, pandora prolly wont open up
well i hope theres time for me to roll one up
and to sober up, tell her open up, got her choking up 
kinky bitch, so I rope her up, demon girl way she stroke me up 
she asucc-u-bus, so she eat a nut

(Chorus) 

word to the wise
thats, re-spect
eject hoes, from the car no 
peace n mind, for the mind
like mines get pieced up

swiss witta blade I flay, get cheesed up 


african roots, boi guess ima Zebra

white witta shoes, dont step, ima sleep ya
walk in, these bitches keep looking at me bruh
fuck all cash, im swiping the visa
 

(verse)


Real talk, got the hits, like a baseball,
curve bit-ches she all on my base balls

got her twitching, like games, to these women 
im all out my brain, getting brain from these bitches


no hate, but fakes surrounding
all sides around 'em, no time
to count em, I, fall in line
theres no time to fight it, 
Im sliding down till I fall



Who dat BR-OD, Don shit, 
dod-ging po-lice
roll with some demons 
and sipping a forty
we 20 deep in this bitch 
its a party, 

lit like its sparking
So I get it started,
and all my music go dumb
its ret-arded
a shark in the water
dont try and get chummy
I'll fuck on your bitch, put my dick in her tummy


yeaaaah


Im a problem, that they gonna try and solve
aint a puppet, probably gotta bigger rope
see im hanging, dancing, with foes of foes
I aint tryna brag, but im double you
wins for me, and thats L's for you 
spin the beat, and then I spit the truth
foes get defeated whatchu tryna prove

(chorus) 

word to the wise
thats, re-spect
eject hoes, from the car no 
peace n mind, for the mind
like mines get pieced up

swiss witta blade I flay, get cheesed up 


african roots, boi guess ima Zebra

white witta shoes, dont step, ima sleep ya
walk in, these bitches keep looking at me bruh
fuck all cash, im swiping the visa


(verse)

po-lice wont bother me
winning, my game, like the lottery 
spinning these heads like its pottery
Im just oddity, sorry Im bad with the modesty, 
lawfully bitch, you can get the fuck offa me



aww yeah, Im feeling gassed
stir up some static, den we do da dash
break in yo stash, den we break up the cash
rolling with devils and demons in mass


(chorus) 

word to the wise
thats, re-spect
eject hoes, from the car no 
peace n mind, for the mind
like mines get pieced up

swiss witta blade I flay, get cheesed up 


african roots, boi guess ima Zebra

white witta shoes, dont step, ima sleep ya
walk in, these bitches keep looking at me bruh
fuck all cash, im swiping the visa

Word To The Wise

(Chorus)

rollup wit a mask, and the gloves on
better watch your back, homie fax 
we don fuck round, we dont give no pass
bitch on blast, if you come round 
watch a pussy dash, from the heat,
he dont want none

***(Cane's part)***

big bands, like batman, 
'gon roll an ounce of that afgan 
and smoke a pop, like im pac man 
I see an op, 'n im blasting 

tip top of the foodchain, 
      , hit a spin king, 
like wu-tang, rude man, 
a belly drag n some tim hortens 
no telling when I might get bored


go stupid, wit the group, and turn your brain to soup 

damn man, nobody saving you

blam, blam, we make it rain on you 

OU, OU

big bands, like batman, 
'gon roll an ounce of that afgan 
and smoke a pop, like im pac man 
I see an op, 'n im blasting

Lo-cal, slow down
dont miss, I hit ya head round
get shook and piss on yo self 
mo targets, needing more rounds
go get it, fetching my crown  
bitch listen this is my town
get shook and piss on yo self 
dont miss, I hit ya head round 

(Chorus) x2
rollup wit a mask, and the gloves on
better watch your back, homie fax 
we don fuck round, we dont give no pass
bitch on blast, if you come round 
watch a pussy dash, from the heat,
he dont want none (want none)

***Cane outro***


***(Rawlin/Cane's Outro)***

BROD - Mask N Gloves (feat. CowboyCane)

So Numb

I make music 🙋‍♂️

Pronounced Brody 🤦‍♂️
Just tryna live a peaceful life with artistic contribution 🎼 If I make you smile, my job is done

BROD

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