Produced by Prod.Enemigo

Take a look down
I’m in control now
Take a look down
We’re in control wow
At the farmhouse
Takin’ over now
Fuckin’ shit keeps getting better when the bowl’s out

People hearin’ good shit’ll shut the fuck up
I was quiet till the blunt came out my mouth, interrupt
I hear good shit and fucking make it better
Better shut your clucking pecker if he’s playing
Chickens plucking feathers in the rain
Wondering what they’re gonna do today
The Early bird gets the worm
Woke up at dawn and yelled my words
No one listens but the wards
They’re just making sure he’s really heard
Suffering, who made him hurt?

The system works cause they’re taking all your time away
The bitches flirt because your mind is leaving disarray
They’re always finding reasons just to say it’s me they hate
When really they’re projecting hidden weaknesses
Now you’re awake

Now you’re awake
So go and say the truth
Be yourself, be you
Find what brings the joy 
Like making beats
Or drink lacroix
Even if I think it’s gross
Just fucking do what you enjoy doing
If It ain’t hurting anybody, do it
Move it

Move the scene
Be the greatest rapper that they ever seen
When they see me they forget i’m only seventeen
I forgot everything, cause the weed
Brought these dreams that turn into reality
Confused about how rapidly
I blew, and I’m not talking bout the shit that you do
Suck dick, drink booze, failed to fail a breathalyzer too
So the cops arrested two instead one
Officer, sir, honest to god, thought, that driving drunk is legal
Cause I’m not hurting anyone
Except my family 
But I love drugs

If you had to pick
Could you choose one?
Who’s in control?
You or shit you use to be different?

Why’s he looking different?
He just chose to do the shit that’d go and make him different
Quit the sippin’, cause I smoke too much
Quittin’ livin’ but I changed my mind every time
The knife would go inside, I would find that I was still, alive
Too young to go
They still need to hear my shit man

Imagine being able to paint a fucking story and say I, bitch
Only I, can, say that shit
So shut the fuck up when I’m talking to you

Product of An Addict

I'm In Control

Breadwinner Kane Alabama Chopped and Screwed

Do You Really Love Me

can't be real

fall asleep

falling pt.2

feel alive

catch em bad ft Big YBA

Sturm im Kopf

Trenches Taught Me by smokethatdank

Pulled up clean, sunset candy paint
Ocean Drive in the headlights, 808s in the tank
She wore gold hoops, mango scent in the air
Balenciaga heels, she didn’t even care

Vice Rum on her lips, mind full of sparks
Said she came from Haiti, tryna heal old scars
Met at the Malibu Club, and she danced in reverse
Told me “boy you big big trouble,” but she loved the curse

We sippin’ Luc Belaire, stars in the glass
She said, “Don’t chase me, baby—I'm watchin' yo ass”
Moët in her motion, smooth like a criminal
I asked for an answer, she went subliminal

Met an angel in Vice City
Neon lights they look so pretty
Ocean breeze kissin' her hair, so silky
Told me not to fall, I guess I fell too quickly
Now I'm ridin' solo, she once rode with me

Starfish nights, we were floatin' in sin
Told her my secrets, she locked 'em within
Vice City goddess, gone with the wind
Met her in Vice—never saw her again

We hit Versetti Lounge, lowkey with the charm
She whispered “I like danger” as she tugged on my arm
Leather seats hot, in the foreign we slid
She laughed like a melody I swore I once did

Took her to Starfish, views like heavenly greens
She said, “These rich boys day fake and shit
I'm chasin' real world scenes”
In the moon’s confession, she laid my heart bare
She disappeared at dawn, like she was never there

Stars in the glass
She said, “Don’t chase me, baby—I'm watchin' yo ass”
Moët in her motion, smooth like a criminal
I asked for an answer, she went subliminal

Met an angel in Vice City
Neon lights they look so pretty
Ocean breeze kissin' her hair, so silky
Told me not to fall, I guess I fell too quickly
Now I'm ridin' solo, she once rode with me

Starfish nights, we were floatin' in sin
Told her my secrets, she locked 'em within
Vice City goddess, gone with the wind
Met her in Vice—never saw her again

Was she real, or just a fever dream?
A figment of my imagination, focused like a laser beam
Was it love, or was it Henny and the moist humidity?
Did she act like she meant it, or was she playin' with me?
Malibu closed, and the strip got cold
But I still hear her voice dripping rich with gold

We sippin’ Luc Belaire, stars in the glass
She said, “Don’t chase me, baby—I'm watchin' yo ass”
Moët in her motion, smooth like a criminal
I asked for an answer, she went subliminal

Met an angel in Vice City
Neon lights they look so pretty
Ocean breeze kissin' her hair, so silky
Told me not to fall, I guess I fell too quickly
Now I'm ridin' solo, she once rode with me

Starfish nights, we were floatin' in sin
Told her my secrets, she locked 'em within
Vice City goddess, gone with the wind
Met her in Vice—never saw her again

can't be real

Tres Sharp