ion know what was he saying here BUT ITS STILL FIRE

produced by me

lyrics:

now i'm walking through the cameras
need an upgrade imma buy another hammer
i log in through the console like a hacker
bitch if i said i won't go why you ask her

now i see your DNA, you go through it everyday
is it time to get a fix? no matter how much you change
if there's blood up on your shirt, i know that you still won't change
will you free me from these chains? all i ever did was pray

i just found you in my folder
i can feel the time fly i'm still not older
then i told you i would never call,
im a sylo soulju. money lookin very tall (im not but shoutout kurtains)

i can't even take it, i know you'll replace it
walk into the spot and if i shoot we'll leave him nameless
because i always knew you was on that lame shit
and if you, fucked, up you're the one that's paying

you need my love i could never take it
and i know it hurts but you can't replace it
and i can't give up fuck what they be saying
and if you fucked up it's nobody else but your fault

said she tryna go but i can't let her
angel, i'm angel with no feather
eyes low when i'm cruising through the cameras
i know, i know why i'm better

tão achando q eu sou da bolivia mas sou do brasil
eh dificil escrever verso sem falar que eu ganho mil
ele mora em condomínio e posta foto com fuzil
e falaram do seu nome mas vc ja decaiu

hate me boy you're not the only one
came in with a rocket launcher ima shoot that shit for fun
and i heard they tryna talk down but i told them "for what?"
and i might fuck it up, for the first time look back and i say

swear to god i'll leave it, i might as well delete it
tryna change the season, but i know that i'll just leave it
tryna fuck me up look at that energy you're giving
it's the first day of the month and you're still worried about me winning

take it, take it, take it all

war within oneself
authorial production

@twikipedia IG  @D9LTA twitter

upon seeing me, raging madness ceased to exist, when i approached, even the sharpest pain used to laugh. it was impossible for anyone to be tortured by their gnawing worries, or to be torn by the uncertain fleetingness of worldly matters. our presence overcame all fears, and with me every hour was a happy one. i pleased with the way i moved and spoke, even with a tragic voice, cheering up worrying minds in manifold ways. 
- vitalis

it's not what i have

msn bag collectors item, the song, self produced
this song has something to do with the upcoming album

swear to god

produced by me, ambient sample sent by @f3arme

peace sign weavers

lyrics:
you know how it goes
i try to be honest
wish harm when you're harmless
i'm still with my day ones
we're smoking on chronic
which one would you choose in life or death come on be honest

we got tanks
i'm not tryna wake up to some to some shit
we got bank
tryna put myself for life again
(i'm tryna say)
what you tryna say
my life could be worse, but yours could be replaced

"don't be so hard on yourself"
reason that i'm up cause i go hard on myself
and back in 2020 was the hardest i felt
and if i fall from grace then i don't want any help

i dont wanna play your speakers
F° sign meters
nation leaders
peace sign weaver..

we go, the same
we die, the same
my rotten brain
they still don't know what to say

you know how it goes
i try to be honest
wish harm but you're harmless
i'm still with my day ones
we're smoking on chronic
which one would you choose in life or death come on be honest

my eyes, i know they saw it through my eyes again no big surprise

chronic

produced by me

lyrics: 

ok like fuck that shit (ok let's go) x4

i done made 1M 2M 3M 4M 5M bout this shit
got you a hit so you think you up but the rest of your boys they all aint shit
im tryna feed my bros we gon all eat good if i end up getting rich
and im not talking bout music shit, i got some other ways to get rich

now im global i be outside, saw a camera then i had to hide
these shootas creep in the nighttime, talking crazy yeah thats suicide
already died for the first time, bitch you could do it a second time
you wanna, you wanna act outlandish just give a reason bro tell me why

and i was boutta get in here and start talking bout sad shit but i said fuck that shit
and if i see bands gotta get them quick
and you so damn lame we cant coexist
tryna hit up malls tryna get it fast tryna get some new shit up on my wrist
i hop in the hellcat then i dip, and can't nobody do this shit like this

can't nobody tell me shit, step out the door and i came with it
now they all up on dick, but you broke broke broke you can't tell me shit
boutta cut you off cause you stay on dick
bitch i had enough now you going through it
i need more more more feel like i can't fit
and that shit so fake it's so counterfeit

ok like fuck that shit (ok let's go) x8

with a different purpose, you said that i'm worth it
AP on my fucking wrist, tell me it's not flooded
got a brand new car i'm swerving
you can't catch up, this shit urgent
imma get rich off this and we finna go up and that's for certain

i get to the racks and it's urgent
bitch we in the cut like a surgeon
i know that they creepin they lurkin
but when i'm up they gon be hurting
got gas that they know that i'm burning
you can't hop on this wave you not surfing
all his work is amounting to nothing
now he thinking that i don't deserve it

imma get rich off this
mama said imma get rich of this ok
and they waiting for me to fall, i told them get outta my way
you know what i'm on you not on shit you wasting space
i said fuck it and forgot the time of day

i came up with another plan yeah
i look back and i know i can't run
sometimes i need another hand yea
cause everything starts to weigh a ton
i stay talking bout fuck that shit but fuck that shit that i do for fun
had to pull myself aside and tell myself that i'm the one

ok like fuck that shit (ok let's go) x16

ok like

produced by me
thank you @heygwuapo

look at the score!

war w/ heygwuapo

produced by me

lyrics: 

(we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about debt, we talk about life, you talk about me, i talk about racks, i talk about plans, i talk about things i shouldn't have said)

i need to lift, the left side of my head
i'm still tryna make sense, of everything that they said
and the worst part about it
is that it's starting to click

when we get older the pressure get greater
i'm not gonna do it right now if it's something that i could do later
and that's my problem
stuck at the bottom

i work so hard but don't feel any greater
i like to talk about life but life do not like the way i portray her
and that's my problem
i tried to warn them

(imma tell a lie right now like)

shoot at anybody i look at and see, i just bough a cruise now i'm overseas
that boy still my son, pay respect to me,  don't need no tutorial i do it with ease
i don't need an eight, bitch i need the tree, i just sparked it up so it's hard to breathe
if they did you bad, don't get mad at me, heard he getting mad cause his pockets E

and i lie... until it comes true and, maybe that's the reason i'm not mad you
i try every time but it's... always the same, 
if i did it right then i still end up picking up the blame

had to cut him off because he did some shit that i don't claim
now that tryna turn around and tell me that i'm fucking fake
tried to get help but then they said that i should meditate
that bullshit doesn't work for me what works is getting paid

hop up off the bed i pop
fuck the breakfast, i want rocks
bitch if i paid i'll cop
i'm friends with felons can't get caught
bet you never heard of me
i walk in and start a scene
act, bitch we sipping pink
packed, but we still jumped in

and i tried i tried i tried
i'm not good with wasting time
most good times come in disguise
but fuck it, i'll say it fine

and we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about death, we talk about life, can't

rude

produced by me

everything is so backwards 

lyrics:


that boy broke he tryna win the lottery
and they see my name and they copy me
this is real money not monopoly
told that bitch that there aint no stopping me
trynna be yourself but you a wannabe woah
maison margiela designing my... clothes
but you know how it goes
i bailed myself out come get back your swag bitch
and i can't pronounce who made this sweater it's not average
give a fuck bout that cloning shit i'm not your dad bitch
but maybe that shit the reason that i'm first you last bitch
and i win i win i win, bitch im a rockstar with that fit
and these waxed jeans come from rick
like i'm in a band got drums with the stick
that boy is too lame he not coming in
bitch you not tj three shots and i win
nah matter of fact two shots and you out
piss in your gravestone and i'm out
we count fucking, commas
you not up like this put it on your momma
and everything i touch millions like i painted mona
that boy broke he tryna win the lottery
and they see my name and they copy me
this is real money not monopoly
told that bitch that there aint no stopping me
trynna be yourself but you a wannabe woah
maison margiela designing my... clothes
but you know how it goes
and i'm back
back then had nobody with me
imma get this money up imma stack it to the ceiling
and i got a pretty lil bitch they asking me how i'm feeling
(how you feel) nah fuck all that you know i feel great
cause i told my grandma you don't gotta worry
bout the lottery none of that shit
i'll touch a million before i turn thirty
and that's on my life in this bitch
if you trynna go up better hurry
cause when i'm up then that's it
i'm making plays he still playing the lottery...
you know damn well that he sick

lottery

produced by me
inspired by kurtains & paralamas do sucesso
i hope you enjoyed yourself
lil mid track to end it i like this one though 

lyrics:

and i run i run i run, it stops being fun
and i don't wanna drive fast with bottles on my trunk
i can't really run fast, when both my legs were shrunk
i look and look around i feel like i'm the only one
but it still looks okay
it sounds so good it's fake just like everything i say
"it's too hard can't do it, won't try to find a way"
i do a great job ignoring everything they say

but it doesn't feel that good sometimes
and i still don't know the reason why
don't think i deserve it

you're not a good person but you're not alone
i hate when i get called but i still love my phone
and i don't like you at all that's just how it goes
i hope you're not mad... and if you are then i'm not dealing with it

and i run i run i run...

run outro

produced by me

don't run laps in my head

forgive me for briefly stealing if it means anything flow

laps

I’m tryna take you out
Take it slow like we on X or somethin
You know, I’ll take him out
There’s blood on my hands for you baby
Swear you got me in a trance
I ain’t even on shrooms baby
Baby just take my hand
We can go where ever you want
We don’t need a plan baby

Huh, we don’t need a plan
But the way we fuck
Shit get too rough
Swear to god you might just need a Plan B
It’s a party next door, she come and see me
See the way we roll, you’d think we on beans
One more drink, let’s live in the moment
O-one more drink, let’s lose control

And I love how you got this far just getting it on your own
I ain’t ever met no one like you, I’m tryna see what you on
You got me feeling some typa way
Every time you hit my phone
You got me feeling some typa way
Like I can’t leave you alone

I’m tryna take you out
Take it slow like we on X or somethin
You know, I’ll take him out
There’s blood on my hands for you baby
Swear you got me in a trance
I ain’t even on shrooms baby
Baby just take my hand
We can go where ever you want
We don’t need a plan baby

dna

twikipedia

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