~Good Grades~
 
As long as I toke on the herb, forever ain’t lasting/
The heart of a soldier, who never outlasted/
Cutting the ties, and emotion to ashes/ 
Had to hit up my father, to talk about doubts and all of my fears/
I never could speak about weakness/
All the times, when all of my soul was in pieces/ 
Drinking with karma can ease it/
Some people can put on a CD/ 
It’s been like a week with a repeat/ 
Pouring a drink to feel easy/ 
I saw a good day on a Tuesday/ 
My nephews be getting the good grades/
Smoking some good on a good day/
Uh, spitting so hard for the past year/ 
I save it all just like my last tears/ 
Smoking together in lavish/ 
We know that he jealous on that side/ 
But fuck it I’m never the bad guy/ 
I’ll do it all just to get that high/ 
I’ll do it all just to get that high/ 
Ay, The summer can be a bit colder/ 
Lately I hate to be sober/ 
Gotta get it how I am supposed to/ 
No, I’m not lying or joking/
I’m ‘bout to be up in the O-Zone/
I’m aiming to be a big pro so/ 
Stuck up inside of a snow globe/
Nowhere to go but the other side/ 
Homie I’m nowhere near half the size/
Tylor’s seen plenty to act tonight/ 

(And I do it all just to get that high/ 
As long as I toke on the herb, forever ain’t lasting/ 
The heart of a soldier, who never outlasted/
Cutting the ties, emotions to ashes/ 
Had to hit my father and talk about habits/) 

My homies got bottles/ 
These bitches are problems/
I gotta be honest/ 
I don’t give a fuck about getting a spouse/
I’m morally focused on getting a house/ 
Kicking it inside of AZ/
My life can be just a lil’ crazy/ 
Marijuana smell amazing/ 
Distorted my youth and my aging/ 
But fuck it I’m never concerned/
About all the bullshit and burns/
I got some money to earn/ 
I got some people to vibe with/ 
Hearing the city in silence/ 
Shout to Kasmin and Cyli$/
Bout to just bring back that sweatshirt/
Yes you know all that texture/ 
This a “better-then-lecture”/
I can talk all about textures/
I saw a good day on a Tuesday/ 
My nephews be getting the good grades/
Smoking some good on a good day/ 
Smoking some good on a good day/ 
Spitting so hard for the past year/ 
I save it all just like my last tears/ 
Smoking together in lavish/ 
We know that you jealous on that side/ 
But fuck it I’m never the bad guy/ 
I do it all just to get that high/
I do it all just to get that high/
Uh

Good Grades (Prod. erri)

All I Know Is You (prod. malloy x Aidan Han)

$HOOT THE MOON

In My Zone feat. Yung Mack TheSunGod (Prod. NetuH)

Big Iced - OHM (Prod. Collins)

It begins with the adventure, with love, and with the quiet bond between Jennie and the poet in Tenerife. Days move slowly, the sun painting the mountains, and together they walk, laugh, and sit in silence by the window. Their bond is soft and unspoken—Jennie watching as he drapes celestial white silk across his face, resting in meditation, listening not just to the waves of the island but to the weight of what’s still to come. She sees the way he writes, the way he records, hour after hour, poem after poem, as if something greater is moving through him.

And then, the whispers shift. The presence of his older brother grows louder in the Spanish nights. In the middle of poems, Othello’s voice pierces the veil, guiding, reminding, haunting. A message begins to form: not a farewell to Drizzy, but a quiet summoning, a call toward 2028. The recordings are not random; they are bridges, verses carrying a signal across time. Jennie can feel it too—that he is not just creating art, he is answering something only he can hear.

Drizzy’s reflection appears inside the poet’s mirror, the number 11 glowing back at him, the rhythm of destiny folding into sound. The whisper says 2027 is an ending, but Othello has given 1046 three years—a covenant sealed long before, an oath made when the ink of OA touched his name. The second verse feels like the ghost of Othello himself is writing, speaking through the poet, weaving the words into Drizzy’s orbit.

Spain is more than a place—it’s a vessel for the message. In this Airbnb, hidden from the public, 1046 becomes only what he was always meant to be: a poet. Every night beneath the moon, the wind instructs him to record, to let his brother’s hand guide him through the silence. Jennie listens, patient, watching the fragments turn into constellations, watching the poet dissolve into the astral conversations only he can translate.

This is the Poet in Tenerife. This is the whisper of Othello, the reflection of Drizzy, the love of Jennie, and the solitude of 1046—bound together under the stars, recording until the prophecy aligns.

#1046 #ThePoet #Tenerife #Jennie #AstralConversations #SpainSessions

BEYOND SPAIN (PROD. ALVX)

I CANT RETURN TO THE PAST

Cozy Dreams (Prod. By Balance Cooper)

(prod. YUNGJXSHY)
feat. @nadine-skye-422324345

elevated and motivated feat. HoneyBunny - DEATH, THE KID

ROTTEN $OULS ft. $LIMFIEND (CHOPPED)

SIDEWALKS X CHALKLINES (Feat. $LIMFIEND)

Coming out the trenches to provide a new vibe for a local sound..
INDIGENOUS DUO

I CANT RETURN TO THE PAST

THALOSTBOII$

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