robinhood but 4 the streets (prod. longboystyle)

he gon pass it and say tap
but i hit that shit, ay
put miami on the swag
my lil folks they bit, ay
for my betty, spend a bag
cus my money big ay
hella bitches, hella ass
guess we getting lit ay 
i was posted with the gang 
we was looking for the play
innat all red range yeah we in this whip ay 
sword style, wu tang
my tongue is a switch blade
she go down like aang on some bender shit ay
i’m on better shit, ay
he so federal okay
off the adderal? okay
im on better shit, ay
she on fendi shit ay
she on trendy shit no way
betty eat me up so good jus like chips, frito lay
drip my main bitch in mcqueen man i love my bitch mane
ima up the fucking thang ima let that bitch bang
anybody acting lame they can get that shit today
miss em days when i was broke, cus ain’t nobody else was fake 
think im in love with the way, way you blow that kiss ay
i might call lil betty bae, on some dummy shit ay yuh
i hope that she feel the same yuh
that boy said “when i was lame” but he still a lame, fuck
ima find out where you stay, send 5 shooters everyday, yuh

BLOWTHATKISS prod. feardorian

Lyrics:

Okay, I got my swagger back, I’m up right now on the stagger yeah. No way you gon’ knock me down. Go play wit’ ya mommy clown. I might wow, and I might not. I’m intact, that’s a fact so if a fight got started about I’m not the hardest, I still am an artist, straight great hearted, microphone zone darted toward me, I spit the realness, bragging never sagging, can y’all feel this? Okay, if not I get got anywho, anyway, many you plenty cray ‘bout my performance, it’s enormous. I can say a whole buncha shit, and y’all heat it up, treat it up, eat it up, munch the shit, in that order, border a cover over the plate of food. So it don’t splatter in the microwave, that is good. My data is a lotta chatter in the A Hype Mood. A Hype eats food, is that good? Hotter, than lava. Hotter, than lava. I’m hotter than lava, I’m a bravado man. Sometimes I feel like I’m Killa Cam, the illa fam I belong to, a song dude, like the don who is on the Roc … Hov. I clock in and out of the stove I love but that’s just to cook some meals, I feels like the deals ain’t coming here, I’m humming here, there, everywhere some hip hop, it tip top. Oh yeah, A Hype’s the man. Oh yeah, A Hype’s the man. I spit like a llama on a person, I get likes for hit mics and I’m a never ever worsen. I’m cursin’ so fucking shit bitch ass much, my person is sucking clit witch class, that’s my touch. Funny in nature, funny punny, honey my dunny write legislature. I gotta thank Bova Beatz for this masterpiece, I wanna thank the supernova for creating this land ova God, or whatever the fuck, this is odd, on sod, I smoke grass fast, I pass last, I want the whole thang, wait a minute I don’t smoke, still the shit ain’t lame, I can’t claim it though, yo but pass the law. Wisconsin, this on in other states my God. Other greats are raw, jaw smoking this, toting this, potent shit, A Hype is open, bitch. A Hype is open, bitch. A Hype is open, listen. I hate listening, I’m dying but at least I’m trying, haha, no I’m not lying. I’m running, out of, attention span. I’m, I’m, I’m the man. Do what else, I don’t know if I can. A Hype, says goodbye, man.

A Hype Mood (Prod. Bova Beatz)

Know

Lyrics:

Yeah, shout out to Jeezy. Rest In Power to Bankroll Fresh. All There. Yeah, yo.

Raising up the heat like a skillet, can ya feel it? Praising up on meet from my feet to my head, it. Those who wanna sweet treat from me, I ain’t a dummy, they wanna get some money, make a gaffe laugh outta me, funny. Cause you mother fuckers ain’t gon’ trick me, I’m not gon’ take a risky chance that’ll make or break, where ain’t shit to make, no tainting my shape, discard of this hard ass persona, you a goof, go ka poof! And please disappear, I ain’t a super hero but I gotta cape, right here! In the booth, it’s how I stay fly, may I go on and let ya know. My super power is I devour my endless woe. By sowing up the game, turing weakness to strength, ho’ing up like a lame, just ain’t my thang, lotta length, longevity in admitting when you wrong, on gravity, yet we have lift off, I’m gone!

Selling dreams on the spot, yeah it All There.

Yeah I just ran through, it hot, yeah it All There.

Pull up if you wanna go get got, it All There.

Full up on my self success, yes All There.

Selling dreams on the spot, yeah it All There.

Yeah I just ran through, it hot, yeah it All There.

Pull up if you wanna go get got, it All There.

Full up on my self success, yes All There.

These mother fuckers think the ice and the chains the main, thang in this game, mane it mo’ simple and plain. To go pimp hoes ain’t it either, be nice, ain’t a cheater, deserve shit, the nerve of it, dirty dirty no question, why we celebrate those who been so unworthy, not saying you should get laying in ya grave, but better pave you a better route or you sure to set the doubt, in the mind, why we bother with your fuck ass kind, suck ass dude, difference between rude, and making a move, proving ya point, this is through, standing up for self but also taking in some help, do you really care? Better get it All There.

Selling dreams on the spot, yeah it All There.

Yeah I just ran through, it hot, yeah it All There.

Pull up if you wanna go get got, it All There.

Full up on my self success, yes All There.

Selling dreams on the spot, yeah it All There.

Yeah I just ran through, it hot, yeah it All There.

Pull up if you wanna go get got, it All There.

Full up on my self success, yes All There.

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All There (Prod. Rey Vro)

Benz [prod. Chrommyx]

Freestyle i did while pumping gas and then driving to my friend’s house. Put together in bandlab over the course of two hours after having never used bandlab before. 

Beat 1 prod. Ticox
Beat 2 prod. FOM (2022)
Beat 3 prod. 124 (2021)
Beat 4 prod. 124 (2021)
Beat 5 prod. 124 (2021)
Beat 6 prod. 124 (2021)

mixed and mastered by 124 (2024)

10 on 1 Freestyle

(iwishineversoldmyvx) GNARLY prod.2wenty300

Lyrics:

Yeah, you heard what the fuck he said, this is a DJ Pillow exclusive, really sleepy shit, you bitch ass mother fucker you better listen! 5 Tool Player!

5 tool player, call me Mookie Betts. My power it devour, y’all sour dookie vets, this a new wave I do pave, I’m brave up in the sweats, keep cool, peep how I rule, as fo’ y’all we fo’ gets.

Wait, that shit crazy, and that’s just my power, I got 4 more mother fucking things I excel at up in this mother fucking game, yeah, well, haha, check this, bitch.

5 tool player, a savage average sprayer, hit to all sides, that ball rides at all layers. Hard hit line drive, out the yard, mine live in effect as the best, go respect or hit to chest, get the gist? Wit’ flick of wrist, I don’t miss, no tricking this, I’m a make contact, this is on fact. Oh, and no slouch wit’ the glove either. Just when you trust you made a hit, I go fade that shit, I love to tether, if you made or not by my diving shot, and I’m paid a lot so yes I save on the dot, go home but not touch the base, I mean be seen on the couch, a waste. Yes, no need to guess, I caught the ball, don’t heed to stress. And if you tryna tag up from 3rd, to home. I stand miffed at why ya try, ya damn turd dome, is full of bull, a dumb brain, hey I can’t complain, good for us, your ass is out, should’ve never gassed him up, the doubt that he would make it home, have passed it up, he don’t care, he dare to form, prone thoughts he could beat me, I hone lots up in meeting, expectations, practicing and patience, knowing my time’ll come, prime’ll, far be from you, a bum.

Oh, oh shit, and I got speed too, you just too slow to catch on to that, you bitch made mother fucker! 5 Tool Player mother fucker! What the fuck you know about that, you bitch made mother fucker! I’m a mother fucking 5 Tool Player, and if you ain’t down with that, then fuck you too! People who hate baseball, fuck you too! All you mother fuckers, fuck you too! 5 Tool Player mother FUCKER!

Five Tool Player (Prod. Mark Jones)

Made this today from like 11:30 am right after i woke up to like 4 pm idk it’s cool i guess

name is from my intro to psych text book

Yerkes (pronounced “Yerk-EES”) prod. 124 05.26.2024 15:26 .wav

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Yo, let me say something.

There’s been some friends that I’ve lost, out of decency, I won’t go trash ‘em and bash ‘em cause of recency bias, I’ll try this, and let me just say, then from here on out, that ain’t how it work out, okay? No one is perfect, I’ve been dumb, when I’m sure wrecked, you’re checked out as a winner, I make you out as a jerk, doubting sinner, I been a emotional foul style kinda man, this whyna ran off at the mouth, it that when shit go south, that’s the cost. Friends ends when I spends my time picking flaws, tricking jaws to say shit that ain’t true, who tainted this shit really, let not get silly, it me, chilly. Heart done froze, well it’ll be how it goes ‘til I real get a dose, of reality, I’m nailing the point across, it’s not that I can’t go boss mode and to my old chumps, reconcile and mold lumps of broken pieces back, the code ain’t all that, Jesus, y’all at a place maybe, where my face disgraceful still, hey we, both weren’t ready, turnt steady, at the feeling we got from each other, you sure did teach, smother me wit’ reach, I’ve hit a skid since a breach of etiquette, I had a fit, or two, or three, we’re through, who’re you, wit’ out me. Who you was wit’ me, I didn’t get the, “be yourself”, thing down, dang, relinquish my crown, I been fishing now for more matches, just more patches to fill an empt’ heart, exempt from the start of a new path, unless I face this true wrath, and embrace what do add, up like math here, I fucked up, big time, no gig, I’m in need of a bath, clear and cleanse out the sins, spins of this can’t come close though, to when ya homie faint, know we acquaint, as those bro’s, who stay at play, like we ain’t need to be the closest, but our doses, put poise from boys to joys of now our poses, as grown men’s, ownings up to my mistakes, that’s best when alive, cause the rest been a sly sneak peak, at when ya organs tweak weak, then seek what ain’t there, to paint the pic clear, we all gon’ be on sick teary death beds, or your death is breath taken sudden, cool heads prevail but what it is without you is hell, feeling like the red button, being pressed, steaming stressed, fuming this, is cold and harsh, but the new real, a deal that sold and march into my life no choice, no voice in the decision, I can alter the vision, but the slaughter, true collision, new religion the way I pray, you was right here, we quite clear? So, so just trust your gut and do what’s right, befo’ we go and set off into the after life, whatever it is, if it is, but never take this, for granted, bliss is key, give flowers while they can smell, hours of attention for them to see, powers, ascension, that be, what can get in the way of love, the span I ran is free, ‘til the things we attach meaning to, was having me seeing through, the souls and goals of roles, we chose those, let’s be real, some of us, really do deserve coals, the nerve we have has holes, in it’s plan, benefits, mannnnn, we just living crazy, giving lazy takes to change us from fakes, we some snakes, and lately I wouldn’t date me, I rely on what the fate be, do I need to improve? Greatly. On a whim, move? No, this is gon’ be slow, but hey, what may we have, life back on the road. If you towed, just know you’ll be right back, I might slack but I have power over all that, yeah. Laying it down, flat. The facts, to the max.

The Beginning of the re birth of realization, respecting the righteous and repenting for running my jaw off like a rash.

The Speech Before The Funeral Speech (Eulogy 3) (The Beginning Remix) (Feat.DJ 20124) (Prod.truves)

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