Fav Tracks of 2025

Sweet Summer Smile

load.ing

eyeneedyu

Stay

$tring Ya One

PROJECT SATAN

what the hog doin?

Bird So Sick

Slow Night

shoutout to rtr fm for playing this one on air

EZ-BRZE

Jay Dart

Bump Brother Volume 1
various cuts from the vault and misc bumps

Bump Brother Vol 1

on smth

NO TALK

Bump Brother Volume 2
various cuts from the vault and misc bumps

Bump Brother Vol 2 'An Isle In The Sun'

COASTAL KILLA

Wandering the city

Stick & Move

RAMPAGE

Rock Wit Me!

Rainy Wasteland Wanderer

remembering christmas' past

BUDDA SPOT

S/O the Legend @https://soundcloud.com/highimjetson
ON ALL PLATFORMS

SEE NO EVIL feat. Jetson

Linktree

DEATH THROES

LYRICS:

GONDA:
IF YOU WANT, BITCH, YOU CAN GET IT
PROMISE THAT I KEEP EVERYTHING ‘ROUND ME COPACETIC
THESE RAPPERS COPYIN’ THE WAY WE DO IT, SO PATHETIC
THE ONLY THING I LEAVE YOU NEEDIN’ IS A PARAMEDIC

I POP OUT ON THE OPPS WITH THE CHOPPA, BROAD DAY
AND SEND ‘EM UP TO GOD FOR NO REASON BUT HE SAY
THE ONLY THING YOU GAIN IS SOME WEIGHT UP ON YO WAIST
I CANNOT WAIT, SECONDS TICKIN’ BY IS SUCH A WASTE
BITCH I’M OUTSIDE, SKIPPIN’ OUT THE FRONT DOOR, DIPPIN’ OUT THE BACK
WHEN I’M FINISHED BLOWIN’ OUT HER BACK LIKE A CHIROPRACTOR
I MAKE IT CRACK WHEN SHE CALLS ME
NIGGAS TALKIN’ SHIT, BUT STILL LIVIN’ WITH THEY MOMMY
OLD ENGLISH, I GOT THAT 40 OZ UPON ME
I GIVE ALL MY PRAISE TO THE EYE WHERE MY PALM ME
I NEVER PANIC, IF IT’S STATIC, ADDRESS IT CALMLY
BITCH, I’M FROM A CITY WHERE NIGGAS TURN INTO ZOMBIES
TAKE YOU TO THE TENDERLOIN, NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD
WHERE THEY FLIPPIN’ CELLPHONES, JUNKIE HOES GIVIN’ HEAD TO TRICKS
HOPPIN’ OFF THE PORCH LIKE A RABBIT, NOT TALKIN’ TRIX
SERIAL NUMBER UP ON THE GUN IS SCRATCH AND SNIFF
I TOLD MY HOMIE TAKE THE STICKER OFF THE BACK OF YOUR WHIP
YOU SHOULDA CUT IT UP, BITCH
TOUCH A BRICK LIKE I DO CONSTRUCTION, THE GLOCK MAKE ‘EM DROP IT TO THE FLOOR
LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT FUNCTION

EVERYBODY WANNA BE RICH, EVERYBODY WANT FAME
EVERYBODY TRYIN’ TO ESCAPE THEY PAIN
LOOKIN’ UP AT GOD WHILE YOU BURN IN FLAMES
WHO DO YOU HAVE BUT YOURSELF TO BLAME?
BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, HOE WE ALL THE SAME
IF I WERE TO PASS, WOULD YOU SAY MY NAME?
IF I WERE TO DIE, WOULD YOU CARRY THE TORCH?
STAND UP MUTHAFUCKA, HOP OFF THE PORCH


MONGO:
HOPPIN’ OFF THE PORCH WHILE YOU ON THE BLOCK TRICKIN’
DOIN’ DIRT LIKE I’M DIGGIN’, ALWAYS GETTIN’ TO MY CHICKEN
MONGO WENT FROM 9 TO 5s BIPPIN’ ALL MY VICTIMS
TO A SKYRISE, I CAN SEE THE CITY WHERE I’M LIVIN’
I HAD TO DO THIS SHIT WITH GONDA
PUFFIN’ ON MY COMMAS, RIDIN’ ROUND IN THAT HONDA
STRONG MARIJUANA, THE ONLY THING THAT I’M FOND OF
I LIKE SOME BITCHES BLONDE, I LIKE SOME THAT LOOK LIKE OBAMA
STEPPIN’ IN THE PLAGUE, I AIN’T ROCKIN’ NO DAMN PRADA
PULL UP LOOKIN’ PROPER, I GET DOLLARS OFF MY PRODUCT
AND IF YOU WANT IT, YOU CAN GET IT MY DAWG
IF YOU CAN NAME IT, I PROMISE THAT I’M WITH IT MY DAWG
MIGHT GO BACK TO MY OLD WAYS AND HIT A LICK WITH MY DAWG
TALKIN’ SMACK, I PULL UP WIT A STICK WITH MY DAWG
THAT’S MY DAWG, THAT’S MY DAWG
I GET TO LICKIN’ MY PAWS, YOU APPALLED
IN YA BROAD, THAT’S WHERE I’M STICKIN’ MY BALLS
WE AIN’T THE SAME MUTHAFUCKA, YOU AIN’T WIT IT AT ALL
AND I CAN PUT YOU SIX FEET UNDER WITH NO FEELINGS INVOLVED
CUZ EVERYBODY WANNA FUCK WITH THE HAND
UNTIL THAT STICK GO BLICK, BLING, BLAOW AND YA MANS IN THE SAND
IT LOOK LIKE AFGHANISTAN WITH THE MAC IN MY HANDS
I PUT YA GANG IN A PAN, UNDERSTAND?

GONDA:
EVERYBODY WANNA BE RICH, EVERYBODY WANT FAME
EVERYBODY TRYIN’ TO ESCAPE THEY PAIN
LOOKIN’ UP AT GOD WHILE YOU BURN IN FLAMES
WHO DO YOU HAVE BUT YOURSELF TO BLAME?
BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, HOE WE ALL THE SAME
IF I WERE TO PASS, WOULD YOU SAY MY NAME?
IF I WERE TO DIE, WOULD YOU CARRY THE TORCH?
STAND UP MUTHAFUCKA, HOP OFF THE PORCH

IF YOU WANT, BITCH, YOU CAN GET IT
PROMISE THAT I KEEP EVERYTHING ‘ROUND ME COPACETIC
THESE RAPPERS COPYIN’ THE WAY WE DO IT, SO PATHETIC
THE ONLY THING I LEAVE YOU NEEDIN’ IS A PARAMEDIC
(x2)

HOP OFF THE PORCH (PROD. FONY WALLACE + JOSHBAE)

DEUS EX $TRAP

been sitting on this one a lil bit, lemme know if she hit

$TRUT [96]

LYRICS:

GOD:
YOU ARE NOW LISTENING TO THE SMOOTH SOUNDS OF 77.7 HAND OF GOD FM

MONGO:
MONGO AND THE HOOD OUTSIDE, WISH YOU WOULD
COOKIN’ BEATS, GRILLIN’ DOGS ON THE BLOCK, WHAT’S GOOD?
I BE CHILLIN’ IN THAT PARKING LOT BLOWIN’ DOWN WOODS
REAL G, BITCH YOU KNOW I KEEP GLOCK, WHAT’S GOOD?
THAT’S THAT SECOND AMENDMENT
FUCK I LOOK LIKE BALLIN’ ON SOME PRESENTS FOR PEASANTS?
ONLY FEED MY FAM, COUNT BILLS, PRESENCE ASCENDENT
JUST GOTTA LET ME KNOW, SHIPPIN’ IN THE PACK, IMMA SEND IT
I’M A FREAK IN THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHEETS
NEVER STOP GOIN’ IN TILL COMPLETION
SEMEN WORTH A COUPLE TRILL LIKE THE TRACKS
IF I NEVER GET A PLAQUE, STILL STACK
I’M THE REASON MUTHAFUCKAS EVEN WANNA RAP, NO LIE
M-O-N-G-O SOAKIN’ IN THE SUNSHINE
G-O-D-H-A-N-D, I CAN TELL YOU BLIND OR SLEEP
KEEP IT MUTHAFUCKIN’ POPPIN’ SEVEN NIGHTS A WEEK

GONDA:
PUT YO HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE 12 PULLED UP
ON THE BLOCK WITH THE HOMIES, FUCK THE COPS
SHAWTY MAKE IT DROP TO THE FLOOR WITH THEM APPLEBOTTOM JEANS ON
WHAT’S CRACKIN’ LIKE SOME POP ROCKS
MOMMA GOT THE CHICKEN IN THE CROCKPOT, COOKIN’ IT SLOW
TILL IT FALL OFF THE BONE, SAY WHAT?
YEAH WE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, WE POPPIN’ BOTTLES IN THE FRONT YARD
COME AND GRAB A MUTHAFUCKIN’ CUP
AND SAY WHAT’S UP?

BITCH I’M ON MY SCRAPER BIKE CRUISIN’
THE WAY THE RIMS SPINNIN’ AND MOVIN’ IS CONFUSIN’
WOMEN LOVE THE WAY I KEEP IT A BUCK
WATCHIN’ BITCHES START RUNNIN’ LIKE SQUIRRELS FOR MY NUTS
AND SHE GOT THE CUPCAKES IN HER PANTS
BAD BITCH ON THE DANCE FLOOR DOIN’ A DANCE
I WALKED UP, I SAID “DO YOU GOT A MAN?”
SHE SAID “YEAH I DO, BUT I’M JUST HERE WITH MY FRIENDS”
WHAT’S GOOD?
SHAWTY TELL ME WHAT’S GOOD?
I GOT HALF A MIND TO TAKE YOU RIGHT BACK TO THE HOOD
INTRODUCE YOU TO MY MOMS AND MY POPS AND MY FRIENDS
I MIGHT EVEN PUT A FUCKIN’ RING ON YA HAND, ON GOD
YOU A FINE LIL THANG
YOU CAN HOLD THE STRAP WHILE WE RIDE AROUND WITH THE GANG
LET IT BANG
THROW IT IN YO PURSE IF THEY SEARCHIN’
SHAWTY GOT THE GLOCK IN A BOOTLEG BIRKEN

PUT YO HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE 12 PULLED UP
ON THE BLOCK WITH THE HOMIES, FUCK THE COPS
SHAWTY MAKE IT DROP TO THE FLOOR WITH THEM APPLEBOTTOM JEANS ON
WHAT’S CRACKIN’ LIKE SOME POP ROCKS
MOMMA GOT THE CHICKEN IN THE CROCKPOT, COOKIN’ IT SLOW
TILL IT FALL OFF THE BONE, SAY WHAT?
YEAH WE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, WE POPPIN’ BOTTLES IN THE FRONT YARD
COME AND GRAB A MUTHAFUCKIN’ CUP
AND SAY WHAT’S UP?

CHICKEN IN THE CROCK POT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + JOSHBAE)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

SUNSET IN LA, THE SKY IS BEAUTIFUL
PALM TREES, THC, THAT’S INDISPUTABLE
PULL UP AT IN-N-OUT, I NEED A DOUBLE DOUBLE
GONDA AND MONGO, YO BITCH CALL US DOUBLE TROUBLE
SMOKE SHOP SELLIN’ FRONTO
AIN’T NO ID CHECK FOR ME, I NEED IT PRONTO
SAID HE TRYNA COP A SACK, DONDE Y CUANDO?
WHITE LIKE A BRONCO, MY STICK COME WITH A BONGO
LONG DAY AT WORK, YEAH
PUT MY FEET UP ON THE COUCH, FLATSCREEN LED TV
WATCHIN’ DVDS, WEED GOT NO SEEDS
CBD AND THE TERPENES, SHAWTY SNORTIN’ POWDER LIKE IT’S BIRD FEED
THAT AIN’T FOR ME, IT MAKE ME FEEL LAME
I COULD GIVE YOU ONE BUT I DON’T REALLY FUCK WITH PILLS MANE
DRO ALL I NEED TO GO RIGHT UP THRU THE CEILING
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN, TURN MY PHONE OFF AND CHILL MANE

EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

MONGO:
IF YOU KNOW WHERE I’M FROM, YOU KNOW THE GAME
PARTY IN DC, CRANKIN’ YAY
HOMIES ON THE BLOCK, HOES ON THE BLADE
UNCLE ON THE ROCK, WELCOME TO THE BAY
CROSS THE BRIDGE WITH MY BITCH, WHAT WE FINNA HIT?
HAIGHT STREET FOR THE THREADS, AFTER THAT IT’S TWIN
PEAKS, SMOKIN’ WEED, DON’T EVEN NEED TO SPEAK
TRYNA FIND MY PEACE WITH EVIL IN THE STREETS
I’M JUST TRYNA CHILL EVERY DAMN DAY
LET ME KNOW WHAT’S GOOD BRO, I GOT GAS FADE
MONGO NEVER BEEN ONE FOR THE RAT RACE
I LIKE TO SIT DOWN, SAVOR HOW THE PACK TASTES
LIFE IS SHORT, DEATH IS LONG
CAN’T COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I PLAYED MY FAVORITE SONG
KEEP IT CHILL, AIN’T NOTHIN’ WRONG
DON’T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES YOU’LL GET TO SING ALONG

GONDA:
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

CHILL TF OUT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + S3V3NTHEAVEN)

l o n e l y (pharcyde flip)

DOWN WIT THA BENDZ

5. ghost ride down the drive

Nass Is Secrtly A Clown That Raps On Lofi Hiphop Beats That Sample nintendo games from the ninties

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After Time

love walking

[Love Walking]

'^' im always watching
they/them demi girl type beat

lofi.lounge: @lofilounge
email: thiswombat@gmail.com

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