lyrics:

{hook}
Count how many bad bitches only bad cos they bitches 
Still many men run after they asses
Don't be mad cos we lead the masses bro
(Nah forreal, niggas responsible for their own bad luck)

And if you tryna run shit you better be a beast
If you follow rules you would be dead in the streets 
Dead in the 
Dead in the 
Dead in the(if you follow rules you'll be dead in the streets)


{verse}
They tried to take my chair
Sit where I sit 
So I let them admire that chair 
Cos they know they won't fit
Their priorities is out of hand
Before you try to reach for the crown 
You need respect in the streets 

(Need respect in the streets)

Being funded means jack in this life of ours
Your mother's money bought you a mic
Now you thinking that you a rap student 
Meanwhile us niggas we in the lab investing 'em hours
So you can keep your bad bitches 
The returns got lil dance to em.

*return to hook*




BOHEMIAN

lyrics:


hook] KhO...

yeah.
sheesh
tell me who do it like this
tell me who do it like(wait)
In fact who do it better than this( nobody)


verse ] KhO...

woa.
sheesh
y'all already who it is[KhO]
ain't solo I'm coming with[ Soul]
not forgetting this hit
yeah we coming with some hits
excuse the word some cause every track is
every track is 
every track is a hit.

writing these raps like we writing our story
introduced the team through ep releases 
now we bout to get into the body 
how many paragraphs till the conclusion 
I don't know
but to conclude this, there's no conclusion until we get what we working for×²


























th!s ( ft. divine soul )

lyrics:

verse) KhO...

yeah.
question is 
what's your dream lifestyle ?
obviously 
it's to live opulently

I just want a big ol’ a*s crib
a crib full of whips 
a crib full of whips & the b*tches
still many of them ride with me 
still I'm a home to many b*tches 
even though a nikka don't have plenty (riches)

but a nikka really got 
but a nikka really got motion 
this shxt def gonna work out 
cause like 
Jayden & Ben I'm always in the gym
getting fit and ready 
for a superstar life son 
cause it's imminent 
told my circle it's around the corner.

verse 2) BLY.

More money more problems
Give me more problems 
I think it's time I traded these ghetto bitches for the models
I think it's time I got a new whip
Maybe a Porsche 
Yeah the newer model
Maybe something with the doors suicidal 
And it's not far fetched 
Ion know if it's the motion but
I can see myself in a black Corvette 
And next to me, is a bad bitch 
The finest one yet
We going back to the crib 
A crib with a lake in the back
Next morning I'm in the lab
Superstar shit  
Mentally that's where I'm at 
The current bitches around me can bare witness to that
(And when I start to manifest, don't act like I never told y'all)










imminent ( w/ BLY )

lyrics:

verse 1) KhO...

woa.

ayy ayy hold up
I just heard you 
talking bout
who the best in the city
who the best in the city?
can you please say the list 
once more 

uh uh 
nikka say no more 
that doesn't mean I fathom
what you tryna say
cause it's not comprehensible 
how the first thing 
out of your mouth
isn't WOA.

nikka what
nikka wait
just for last year
who were the most consistent?
that means doing the same thing 
& what we kept on doing
was dropping them hits.
check from closed eye vision to let it go
& everything in between.
ironically everything in between isn't mid man
(you get what I mean)

hook) KhO...

nikka what
nikka wait 
matter of fact 
fuck your opinion 
fuck what you think
we got it 
& nikka It ain't a debate
×²


verse 2) bricks 

Nigga please go recheck the almanac
We really some renaissance polymaths
Outside of my niggas, show me who's realer
Outside of my niggas, who really the killers ?
Nigga whaaa??
If you claim its them then i really aint fazed 
I don't respect what they right on a page
Them niggas cant even ride on wave 
(Turn up)
I'm really a beast 
Blame it on Kho coz he got me unleashed, sent me the beat
It goes without saying he eat, immma eat 
It goes without saying its us they repeat 
Somebody say WOA
(Music spectacular,  we not some amateurs) 
Somebody say WOA
(WOA, ITS US) 



n!kka whaa? ( ft. Bricks )

lyrics:

verse}

This is what happens 
When you get lost in your music 
While in search of yourself 
And it's your soul what you end up losing 
We cling glasses to deities 
Cos their images are painted perfectly 
But 
What if I told you ,
that we all bleed
The blood is the ink 
We add these raw keys 
That make these chords speak
And that's what got you believing that we godly
But in reality we just hood niggas with dreams of driving Bentleys and Rarris

And with this kind of drive ,
it's impossible to convince me otherwise 
When the road ahead is getting clearer 
It's only a matter of time
Before the motion gets monetized 
The art is already immortalized 
BLY is gonna forever 


KhO verse}

woa.

am I a deity?
no I'm not 
but NGL
man I'm godsent
a help
through the music
cause ours is therapeutic
though it hurts me 
that many don't understand it
I guess the helichrysum
is for the anointed 
& I heal from what I create 
cause I am the anointed 

i am the Christ 
but
am I a deity?
no I'm not DAT
I'm simply 
a mortal 
who is tryna assure
that his music 
is to live forever

HOW TO LIE (ft. BLY)

Treezy