Avenue (ft. Trill Dusty) [prod. Logy]

Ghost Ridin' (prod. B. Young)

'nother quickie. lyrics ⬇️

it's been a Minute, since I Hit Em with the Real, Spill/
product of the Village, young Hokage mixed with Kill, Bill/
plus a Couple, Years since I popped those ill, Pills/
I went and leveled Up, a Tier and now i keep a Milf, Near/
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so what's Goody, with you Boo let's get it Poppin/
all I'm Hearing, out your big mouth is that Talkin/
you get Deleted, for that shit or it's the Block, List/
every Weekends, looking like they got more Options/..ions
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v e r s e 
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yeah.., for Me, and Mine/
I've been On, some shit that you can't even See, with Eyes/
can't be Speaking, bout this shit.. it cannot Be, Defined/
Jedi Spirit, eyesight Sith.. I got them Demon, Eyes/
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cause I'm Blazing, up this Moonrock from the Stars/
sniper gang Offense, we could hit you from Afar/
do my lil Dance, on his grave.. Stomp the Yard/
take off with his Damie, with this Pootie Tang lil Car/
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that's my Retro, Flow.. im swimming in the Seminoles/
been setting up to Catch, the Goals while you jus smoke the Fentanyl/
I've learned the rules of Letting, Go .. no lesser than the Lessons, Known/
so let's begin on Western, Roads that lead us to Hugh Hefner's, Home/
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.. niggas Stiffen, up and look Like Weirdo Mannequins/
airing out the Spot, Shh.. you Might Hear Em Panicking/
I'm feeling like God, inside this Type Zero Land, I'm In/..
& while you're savin Hoes, I'm your Wife's Hero Back, Again/
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b r I d g e
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I need Bag, need a Zip need it All
you don't Have, the drive all you do is Stall/
I'm out in Public, while you're staring at the Walls/
busting in the Bitch, I've been Airing out her Walls/
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h o o k 
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it's been a Minute, since I Hit Em with the Real, Spill/
product of the Village, young Hokage mixed with Kill, Bill/
plus a Couple, Years since I popped those ill, Pills/
I went and leveled Up, a Tier and now i keep a Milf, Near/
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so what's Goody, with you Boo let's get it Poppin/
all I'm Hearing, out your big mouth is that Talkin/
you get Deleted, for that shit or it's the Block, List/
every Weekends, looking like they got more Options/..ions
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Hoekage (prod. Yokarza)

Prey For My Soul / Karat Chasin' (prod. ANGELE$ & noevdv)

Snupe Twinn - Late Nights Demo  (ft. T-Bone Rosé)

to whom it may concern (mix 1) [prod. noluck]

Intro
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Pimpin’ ain’t easy but it ‘sho is fun
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I watered my garden, and sometimes the grass cause I like to battle, the snakes/
been trimming the hedges, while she fix her edges.. but i still might marry, the game/
it’s nine in my circle, but who gon’ be there when it’s time that i’m carried, away/hmm?
don’t tell me the truth, keep feeding me lies just know that we’re sharing, this plate/
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there’s supper to make, it’s up for debate.. last night.. she wanted, some crepes/
A5 is the choice, it used to be chuck.. but now.. i’m upping, the stakes/
need help on your rent?, im pulling OT.. ain’t nun but couple, of days/
oh you wanna get bent? i’m feeling OD but shit we have money, to make/
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i’m straight to the point, like all of my arrows i’m sharpening../
she question my mental as much as can be, think i need me a therapy charge again../
it’s all in the plans thinking months in advance, i just hope that we’re sharing this target here../
I speak with OG’s while you talk to your exes, they make an appearance, i’m outta here../ forreal
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keep saying she misses, my voice.. so
I send her the link, to the cloud/
feel like a disposable, choice.. so
as soon as I blink, then i’m out/
these days i just stare, at the void.. though
i’m thinking bout cleaning, em out/
could never be one, of them boys.. broke..
and scrapping up little, amounts/
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..for what? a skimpy, lil’ blunt?
McChicken.. no mayo and ciggies, to puff?/
i’ve been there before but i’ve pivoted, up
my heads on a swivel.. not giving, a fuck/
I paid for this luggage and simple, lil stuff
and put you in states that are mentally, rushed/
she talking bout hoeing and giving, it up..
cause we fell out one time and got rid, of the trust/
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i’m starting to feel, like that thing called loyalty has been extinct/ mhmm
i enter the multiverse, every single time that i fall asleep/ hmm..
come back with that knowledge, and put it on wax.. ain’t nun but a dream/ though
i’m starting to notice, that everything really isn’t what it seems/ daaaawg
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but i do know one, thing though
women they come they go/
saturday thru sunday, monday
monday thru sunday, yo/
maybe i’ll love, you one day
maybe we’ll some, day grow/
for now we come, thru.. rush thangs.. 
our love is unstable/
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Link2TheCloud

Truth Be Told (ft. LispyNick) [prod. Mentice]

Intro (poetic justice clip)
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Hook
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it’s only a matter, of time 
‘fore I pass up the sky on this ladder, to climb/
press play but i’d rather, rewind..
little passage of time that was passing, me by/
outgrew those attractions, and rides
all the flashing of lights that would match, the disguise/
sea sick ima crash, for the night
‘nother splash from the tides helped me master, the strides/
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Rosé
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backstroking.. back, to back hoping the bag that i’m holding won’t drown, me slow/
i’m grabbing the rope that i used, for a noose.. tryna tug on the boat where they found, nemo/
7 seas.. 20,000 leagues, deep in the liq for a split sec I would Douse, weak souls/
recoup and rejuvenate with fiji, aqua.. off and on them same old Routes, we Know/
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too sick.. need a few, pills.. planting roots still for my very own family, tree/
so much so that i sold, my soul for a so-so hoe that keeps damaging, leaves/..sheesh 
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.. i thought we were growing, .. a thot cause she hoeing.. my thought process, my opponent/..huh..
you don’t have my respect, for the moment/nah
nothing special bout the sex, and you know it/..huh
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matador been attracting, the bullshit..
one foot of the door.. i’ll be back, on my bullshit/
warp in the space ship finna crash, on the moon quick
tunnel vision whipping like i’m cracked, off a full fifth/
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..been talkin to myself cause my circles, outta reach
I be thinking bout this hell when I swerve, around the beach/
gon’ and put me on the shelf, no more circulating, T/
i’ve been bottling for real.. on some percolating, tings/ mhmm
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they wanna see, me bleed ..
let me breathe please ‘fore I Leave, these Streets/
sick of my commute dawg I Need, Retreats
near a Sea Breeze Beach with a Neat, drink Clink/fasho
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maybe pour me up a little, bit of bubbly if you really wanna love me girl say, it ain’t so/
i’ve been sitting on a goldmine i ain’t giving, up for nothing 
but hey truth be told baby one thang, that i know/is..
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Hook
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Trill
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Been living a hell of a life, still sometimes, 
my feelings matching the sky￼
imagining how damn high I could get, 
wet work, in them Heels, when them feelings died 
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Skin thick tho, bitch, getting Rich in the land, 
even though I’m already in the mind
soul my soul for the smoke I roll
first and last name written in blood, on the lines 
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Bag grossing, battle rap honeing/
back on the ropes, I smoke when I flow/
no, you ain’t Golden ,told her let’s go then/
world, getting cold, but you already know/
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I’m dueling like Dooku killing all opponents 
no I ain’t broke, bitch, I’m on right now
& no, you ain’t slick with the way you caaaalling 
I can tell what you want right now… v
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it’s half past four, If you keep talking, bullshit
i’m out the door, or 
picking thru it like a locksmith
been in cockpit, oh my goodness..
Been the one bringing cat out the bushes
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I oughta cut the head off, and book this…/
Plane, that I’m bout to get on, and fuck this
blunt up, touching down, at the function
she in that pretty white gown, I’m loving/
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they never seem to be down when I’m hunting
& so I’m going out of town, out in London
spending money getting down like a sultan
oh she got then feelings now & wanna rush it/
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I cannot just go change my ways, babe
still laugh all the way bank
I’m not gonna need, what you bring to the table anymore, know it ain’t no thang
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find me a drink, when I’m out with the gang
got a couple bad bitches already on the way
it’s problem to me, if your not who you saaaay
if you act wit em, get the hell out the way
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I had to sell all the weight,
went down on her, yeah and went all the way v
let her off got a little wet on the waist
led her on, cause I ain’t finna call her anyway

x n o’s (ft. Trill Will) [prod. Sahara]

put a twenty in the tank, pushing full throttle thru the week/
..finish what I should cause niggas, who can’t Follow through are weak/
leviosa to yall snakes, no deathly hollows, new to me/
its like corretta to the king, how i jus gotta choose a queen/
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play this chess game of monopoly, subconsciously with cheat, codes/
pick pocket those apostrophes, I got it on the D, Low/
i’m noticing the bottom, creep up constantly to me, though/..
I’m twisting up mythology, this broccoli from Weis, Home/
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that’s ultra instinct,.. i bob and weave through all the bullshit, every other weekend/..
i’m far away from home like spider, man.. im stuck in deep end/
i’m climbing up thru this abyss, tho.. im above, the sinking/
finally reaching for that jar, like what’s above the sink man/
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cold money jessie pinkman.. stacked, inside what held my freshman, sneakers/
i won’t just delete ya.. comatose, though if i press this beeper/
I ain’t impressed with leaches ‘less, it’s from my elders  stressing teachings/
i’ve been stepping deeper in, the mortal krypt i crept with creatures/ yea
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its crepes for brekkie/
tuned into the street, talk 
now she trading neck for becky/
she always talking bout, her
now i miss my naked bestie/
we never kept exclusives
i was out here stepping messyyyy/ yuh
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, ..shit that’s Part of the Dance/
I stumbled into every canvas, 
with this Art in my Hands/
just to paint the town mahogany,
and Darken the Ends/
while trekking deeper in the wild,
I kept an Artemis Stance/
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sometimes i miss Athena, 
sometimes i might miss the Reaper,
blowing Uup right near my face, like it’s TNT besides the creepers/
mining diamonds with a pickaxe, i welded while dodging teachers/
catch me flyer than a B2, in never land im up with peter/
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i won’t ever land.. i’m deeper, in the pits and catacombs/
moving jazzy in the spot, i had to fix my saxophone/
truly tic and tacking toes, we’re going tit for tat fasho/
I never sink in shallow hoes, i’m only simply cracking codes/
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i mean that’s what i get, right
for giving out some act, right/..
to bitches who couldn’t get, by
my social gone.. i’m Anti/
have you leaking a-bove chest, high
rebuke and leave you chastised/
somewhere further than a Jet’s, Height
i’m certain i’m the bad, guy/
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that’s my main flow state, touché to folks late/
don’t waste the colgate, girl face the whole thang/
high stakes the whole ta-ble, take the most bank/
decay and grow stable, chase your souls fate/
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High Stakes (prod. Noizy)

Virtue / Golden Hour (prod. YZ & Isaiah Kaleo)

MyMnd (prod. I$mael Jam)

Bone
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motivated by Influence, true I told y’all “Keep it Pushin”//
remember I was Bummy, scrappin’ Money from the Cushions//
the pressure hits my Tummy, so I exhale all them Kush Hits//
i had to cut the Nicotine, no longer puffin’ Wood Tips//
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if you Hatin’.. Say It Loud, all my dogs run out the Pound//
see a Racist Fake a Smile, I get ‘em purchased like an Ounce//
HomoSapien, Alien Child, i was bred from different Scouts//
i’ve been Racin’ Paper Routes,.. as soon as my feet hit the Ground//
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they wanna come Sing This Shit, baggin’ up, so Bring It In//
snatchin’ up all my Benefits, this my chronicles and Genesis//
you posted up where that Preacher Is, so don’t talk down on my Seasoned Vets//
duckin’ out so I’ve been Seein’ Less, still around folks that Keep Me In Check//
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they Keep Me in Check, we let the CD hit Decks//
she said These Knees can Flex, she’s not Easy to Catch//
i’ve been 3D with Specs, plus I’m Knee Deep in Sweat//
my bloods Peachy no Less, my tears like 3 Seas.. been Wet//
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when I Speak they gon’ Respect It,.. that’s my family by Bond//
keep a new Selection,.. like the wardrobe has no Cost//
i send that bag and Catch It, got me floatin’ pass the Law//
shoutout to my Section, all the queens and northwood Dons//
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you need to Stop It, Nonsense is what you’ve been Talking//
..shootin’ dice.. deep in the Projects, learned that handy skill near Compton//
I got kangaroo pouch Pockets, but the embryos are Dolla’s//
smokin’ predators with Caustic, apex Bloodhound when I’m Stalkin’//
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got it out the Gutta’,.. so keep Butta’ off my Bread SICK//
all you boys be Cappin’,.. you be Laughin’ with the Feds SNITCH//
i’m batman out in Gotham, you’re like Robin.. my Appren-TICE// (apprentice)
jus get Fuckin’ Lost,.. I Rub it Off like it’s was Dead SKIN//
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..why’s my worst shit Known,..as great?..
..you love it but it’s Bad to Me//..
seen you snatched a Chicka’,.. but she’s toxic to your Family//..
..trust I love the Shade you throw, it’s hot without my Canopy//..
..you need euphoric Doses,.. bro you’d Love this state of Rhapsody//
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Trill
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im only smoking on what i roll, dont pass that Trash to me/
...going all night, been plugged in, no batteries/
Now she wanna back that ass up, when she ask for me/
& Now she keep them polaroids, up on that Vanity

i    Guess that's how it has to be.../
im Making memories, and money, off a patch of green/
Like Bone said, we big bosses, Need no faculty/
it's her confidence in what she Do, attracting me.

You need to stop it, bullshit that you been talking, yeah/
Fill your pockets, and focus more on who Talking, bread.../
I aint no option, but still im hunting for more then meds.../
Been thru the TRIALS, and ive been knowing theres more ahead 

More to Dread, Lay more to Rest
...go ahead/
Move Fast, and Take Note's, or 
Forfeit.../
Got eight suits, for Business, maan
and for the Feds/
Got two weeks, a hunnid grand, and FOur FIts

Im blowing Bread
Independant, no holding da bands.../
I know the Shit, you do at hooooome
dont  hooooold ya manz

Wood Tips Remix (ft. Trill Will) [prod. Broke Boi]

Lyrics
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them niggas came and went, all that money.. ain’t gon’ leave ,w it/
remember riding cutless, nowadays my uncy regal, spins/
freaky w tears tatted, i bet she gon’ let me leave, it in/
it’s DND inside, that room.. i’ll fuck around and plead, the fifth/
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the za i’m smoking, love potion.. might make a granny, bust/
I’ll tie the condom, crisscross it where this hoe fanny, was/
I’m lewis hamilton, on 34.. I’m crashing, sumn/
I told her it’s, a Bentley but I pulled up Acura/
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all my hitters super, accurate.. they hit it right on the nose/
it’s dirty soda, in this bitch but it ain’t sprite or the floats/
black light, exposing her skin.. I bet she light up the most/
lowkey, I’ve been missing the proj where they light up the dope/
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it’s survival fasho/
always playing w that snow, she got an icicle nose/
look I’ll bend her over backwards, you the type to jus fold/
my brodie move a little different, got a dyke in the home/
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he like em thin.. I like em thick, I need a bih cooking that Michelin/
pull up full equipped, I do my thing.. complete the mission, quick/
got a date w destiny, so I could never miss, the bih/
pitbull as , I always wanted London Tipton, Clit/
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or Selena Gomez right before Benny, chose her/
he pulled up to, the trap.. this lil boy a penny, roller/
freaky off, the drink.. I think this bitch a henny, throater/
jedi kush, I fucked around and bought some spendy, yoda/
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yea some hefty, mota.. talking bout that tyson, bite/
I broke her achey, breaky heart.. she live a Cyrus, life/
one pook of this, will get you high like where you find, this height/
I watched that needle, hit their veins.. it looked like spider, bite/
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don’t know if I, need therapy or diamond clarity/
I tried to film, her sucking dick but it’s jus gags, to see/
that pussy poppin’, off the molly.. where’s my ecstasy
the way I had, her shaking.. you would think she’s special, needs/
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it’s no offense, to them but I jus got some shit, to say/
akimbo holsters, loaded up but I ain’t on shit, today/
I hung the cape, up look I ain’t gonna save a bitch, today/
two years smoking, on joe frog.. I need a different, strain/
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I lock the car, the when I’m outside but I had a blanket, door/
whiskey dick, in her.. by the end.. I bet her face, is sore/
got all these ashes, on tray.. should jus create, a morgue/
or I could sell, it to crackheads so they can face, some more/
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you stabbed my back, w that potato pealer.. I’ll take, the sword/
cut you down and fuck, your mom.. I’ll fuck around and take, your whore/
that pussy’s hella mid, though.. she could never be my favorite, score/
all I need are riches, what the fuck should I be famous, for?/
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what the fuck should I be famous for?/

London Tipton (prod. ENRGY)

folding Clothes, inside my room.. I got the Music, On
my Minds been Pondering, in wanderlust.. the Views, Unknown/
the tunnel Vision, never gets to me but Who, would Know/
I never Lost, the love for you I'm under Cupids, Hold/
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always Cheesing, thru the day until the Sun, Goes Down/
it's a Hot, girl summer nowadays they Runaround/
that's Okay, with me.. your best friend wants to Come, to Town/
so Anyway, I know its fucked up's what I Wonder, Now/
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v
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I'm not gon' Lie, I fucked Around a couple Times, Before/
I lost a Good, one for a Hoe I thought was Bountiful/
she Put a Freak, show on.. it's nothing like a Carnival's/
now all she Knows, is Pimp it out and keep it On, the Low/
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I was Weighing, out the pros and cons not Focused, on the Consequence/
Never, knew the Moves .. to go Forever, boost my Common, Sense/
Then, I Seen the growth .. n now their Women, gained sum Confidence/ 
Telling, me I'm handsome .. prolly Til, the day I Coffin, Sit/
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All, in It.. Falling apart with Dead, Flowers Too/
still we Give, in to Living that's how we Spend, Our Youth/
started Off, with A Compliment that's what Friends, Bound to Do/
now she's Digging, the Energy.. I would Lend, it All to You/
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It's, not like I didn't put in the Time, and Work/
but maybe in the Future, I'm hoping that all that Time'll, Work/
could break these Generational, things that they Define, as Curse/
I'm digging my way Out, of Depression .. just to Find, a Shirt/
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folding Clothes, inside my room.. I got the Music, On
my Minds been Pondering, in wanderlust.. the Views, Unknown/
the tunnel Vision, never gets to me but Who, would Know/
I never Lost, the love for you I'm under Cupids, Hold/
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always Cheesing, thru the day until the Sun, Goes Down/
it's a Hot, girl summer nowadays they Runaround/
that's Okay, with me.. your best friend wants to Come, to Town/
so Anyway, I know its fucked up's what I Wonder, Now/
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Polarizing Polaroids, with Paralyzing Stances, Taken/
daily Polar Cold, been Posted Up around the Campus, Baby/
pushing Prototypes, with Protocols.. Professio-Nal, with Paper/
packing up my Patience, Politicking where the Pastors, Hanging/
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maybe kicking, with christian’s is nothing More, than Shame/
but even all them witches, with spirit jus wanna Fornicate/
i search for better wisdom, with vision from my old Tortured, Days/
i notice time keeps ticking, and ticking.. I can’t Afford, To Wait/
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all my problems, shift Along with the Wind/
now i’m out of town, never Talking Again/
tell me how it sounds, throw the Towel in the Ring/
every time i Dialed, feel your Smile getting Thin/
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you have issues, but So do I .. let’s Work, it Through/
cant tell you why I Distantly, Soar the Sky for Perfect, Views/
my mind is playing tricking, me All the Time.. with Certain, Moods/
i’m getting sick of This, Shit.. jus’ Close the Blinds and Curtains, Too/ 
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folding Clothes, inside my room.. I got the Music, On
my Minds been Pondering, in wanderlust.. the Views, Unknown/
the tunnel Vision, never gets to me but Who, would Know/
I never Lost, the love for you I'm under Cupids, Hold/
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always Cheesing, thru the day until the Sun, Goes Down/
it's a Hot, girl summer nowadays they Runaround/
that's Okay, with me.. your best friend wants to Come, to Town/
so Anyway, I know its fucked up's what I Wonder, Now/

Foldin’ Clothes (ft. Yert Stevenson) [prod. Yogic Beats]

I lost the lyrics and didn’t want to rewrite them. 🤷🏽‍♂️

How Long Until Forever? (prod. Mentice)

there ain't no way to Explain, It/
all of this Pain .. still I keep on Maintaining/
deep in Hidden Leaf .. I've been focused on Training/
and while these niggas Preach my mantras.. feel Jaded/
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I need some Replacements.. there's not too many Real, Ones Left/
I'm re-igniting old flames jus to Feel, Myself/
alot of family members come around to Steal, My Wealth/
so I double back with distance.. cause they Fear, my Hell/
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v
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Steer Myself Away, from all the Ruckus/
the fork in the road was Paved, from all the Fuck Shit/
a red dot on your Face don't Play, with all my Buttons/
I'm working on my Space .. Replacing, all the Cuffin/
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Two Jobs and Music.. my Energies, on Tilt/ shit
eating Udon with Mulans then Step, Onto the Field/
they a Fool Dawg for Snoozing on Memories, I Still/..
feel Amused By they Fuel My Tendencies, to Spill/
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whip another shuriken then pull, out kusanagi/
multi shadows for the numbers and a bullet, for the bodies/
put the wagyu in the pot.. it ain’t no mulligan, about it/
eren yaeger bombs for shorties tryna lug, around the product/
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move around in moccasins my Mama, Taught Me Well/
alot of Mickinok activities . . been Crawling, out the Shell/
im putting Makwa paws on titties after Conjuring, my Spells/
number bezhig without Limits.. it's not Common, to Excel/
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there ain't no way to Explain, It/
all of this Pain .. still I keep on Maintaining/
deep in Hidden Leaf .. I've been focused on Training/
and while these niggas Preach my mantras.. feel Jaded/
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I need some Replacements.. there's not too many Real, Ones Left/
I'm re-igniting old flames jus to Feel, Myself/
alot of family members come around to Steal, My Wealth/
so I double back with distance.. cause they Fear, my Hell/

Makwa Paws (ft. Trill Dusty) [prod. Myz]

fuck what you heard, 
i’m smoking spirits from the earth/
treat the wood like supernatural, 
let his body light this herb/
yea I came from broken gutters, 
don’t know shit about the burbs/
iphone finna st-st-stutter, 
so i’m on do not disturb/
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daryl dixon w this wooden, bow
one hit will make a zombie, flail/
drummy overcast,
that mean I might jus let this tommy, hail/
dot my i’s and cross, my t’s.. on finer print.. 
look fine, as hell/
chalice toasts in castles, 
we don’t spare no time for diners, now/
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all my hoes been shaking, ass
authentic build.. no faking, that/
new dynasty maneuvers, 
under blood moon; but ain’t make, a pact/
egyptian moves.. she sphinx, for me 
when we link; finna face, the cat/
a thousand words ain’t been, enough 
to brush your life and paint, ya past/
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the canvas filled w blood, 
it must be sumn deep in the water/
 i’ve been camping in the mud,
ain’t build no shelter.. sleeping in fodder/
in the back streets.. waving stick
at them feins i’m feeling like potter/
toss the gabby’s like it’s on,
or a senzu bean over yonder

  
i didn’t write dusty’s shit 😂

tree$ (ft. Trill Dusty) [prod. Hocii 808]

a simple Hit, of decent Flower leaves me Satisfied/..
..that wedding Cake, has been in Flames within my Pad, at Night/
..focused on my Yin, and Yang.. to balance out the Damage, Right//
im up with all the Angel, in the cosmos past the Satellites//
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elevated.. Faded, while Making it through each Battle Cry//
fam.. I hope you Made, it.. Embracing us thru the After Life//
pray I'm not in Danger, jus Changing with every Sacrifice//
I’m breathing in the Nature, and Fables thru all the Ample Skies// ohh..
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v
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smoking on the Shit, That.. can go and split ya Wig, Back//
might pull up w the Crew, Abusing packages with Zig, Zags//
or end up at your Boo's, in Tune..been smacking on her Thick, Ass//
this might be breaking News, to You.. how I channeled her Lips, Fast//..
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so Sit Back and take Notes, this ain't no Kick Back at the Rodeo/
we're pulling 40 OB, OT like we work at OVO/
from 218 to PCH, the TLC was Phony, Though/
we took the 401, but ended up around Magnolia/
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I let the team play Ball, while I took a Walk in the Park/
realized the Love was Lost, trust me i’ve been Off in the Dark/
and I know how fast it's Gone, once you Blink .. it's Only a Spark/
of the Flame with no more Smoke, now I thinks it's Sold, as some Art/
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museum Aesthetic, in Coleseums I'm Betting/
I know a picture paints a Thou, so what you're Seeing I Read, It/
I put in more than 10k Hours, every Season and Second/
jus know my competition's Sour, never Sweet they're Defective/
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one time for my Haters, and two times for my Loves/
said it’s three time for the Players, smoking 4 Times in the Clubs/
this whole time I've been Hated, theyve never shown me Love/..
you can't halt my Operation, or we'll send you up Above/
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tell my mama that we good, out here.. err’thing been sorta gravy/
like snupey she ain’t gud, for me.. my main squeeze she been hating/
no apron how i cook, this heat.. ceviche; w the cajun/
been rocking w the crooked, teeth.. since harlem shake on main, street/
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h o o k
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a simple Hit,.. of decent Flower leaves me  Satisfied/..
..that newly wedding Cake,..has been in Flames within my Pad, at Night/
..focused on my Yin,.. and Yang.. to balance out the Damage, Right/
im up with all the Angel, in the cosmos past the Satellites/
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elevated.. Faded, while Making it through each Battle Cry/
fam.. I hope you Made, it.. Embracing us thru the After Life/
pray I'm not in Danger,.. jus Changing with every Sacrifice/
breathing in the Nature,..and Fables thru all the Ample Skies/ ohh

Only A Spark (prod. Flowers In Narnia)

birria dinner/
perpetual winter in mirror land chillin/
i notice the changes and myriad feelings/
that come with the pages.. not fearing that ending/.
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the story’s been written and set into stone,
like the emerald tablet.. i’m catching the tomes/
professional madman confessing the most/
ive been a lone bandit that’s sending the ghosts/
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but im not the man, that i Need to Be.. Seem to Be focused on shit’s, that’s Deceased to Me../
save it Relax, with the Decency.. Recently 
i’ve been fulfilling, some Evil Deeds/
run with a Pack, of some Pekingese.. Keeping These 
bitches on Sit, mode where Leashes Be/
put souls on my Tabs, for a Cleaners Fee.. Easy Ting 
holding the Keys, get Deleted Cheap/
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(lmao She sucking like Patrick, when Leedle-Le) 
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run it back to the Drawing, Board.. where I went to scribble up a new Art of War/
I peep it through my monocle, the different niggas throughout all her callers, log/
did me colder than the Frost, Beyond.. the freezer burn that’s been on my Hagen, Daaz/
treat the streets like i’m All, in Now (nah) no more poker faces leavin’ Broads, Alarmed/
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i know that I, did you wrong.. but we’re one in the same if we’re keeping, it frank/
all of the time that you spent, sending pictures to niggas forgiveness was seeking, escape/
the road of redemption.. receiving, the route is irregular when you can’t lead, em the way/
speaking of thangs that i kept, in the vault 
should’ve buried that shit somewhere deep, in my safe/
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speak fluent in code..and quit doing, the most.. 
now my future is golden compared, to the Past/
that soup in your bowl is my proof, of the growth..
I got used to controlling and sharing, my last/
put two in a cone and recoup, from the smoke 
i’ve been choosing to roll from the fairy, dust stash/
consuming a toast for the wounds, that we’ve sewn 
after pulling my sword.. but it’s Rare, that I Clash/..  ..what?
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..this shit cuts deep, and you know it
back stabbed a bunch low key, in the homeland/
the promised land held no peace, for the omens
6 feet deep where they’re keeping, it cozy/
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mixing the potions jus blinking, the penji/
i open my eyes and start detailing, heavy/
don’t take this shit kindly no business, stay friendly/
unethical saint i’ve been synced, up with denki/
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I came for aisha and moesha, mitchell/
knock her out the park if she throwing, the pitches/
it’s all confidential.. no blowing, the whistle/
type shit.. if you need me i’m homing, the missiles/
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heat seeking.. I peeped you through infrared, scopes/
young kaleidoscope with a tempered, glass flow/
always yapping bout her.. i ain’t been, with that hoe/
double taking out in public on a gentleman, for..a
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birria dinner/
perpetual winter in mirror land chillin/
i notice the changes and myriad feelings/
that come with the pages.. not fearing that ending/.
-
the story’s been written and set into stone,
like the emerald tablet.. i’m catching the tomes/
professional madman confessing the most/
ive been a lone bandit that’s sending the ghosts/
-
but im not the man, that i Need to Be.. Seem to Be focused on shit’s, that’s Deceased to Me../
save it Relax, with the Decency.. Recently 
i’ve been fulfilling, some Evil Deeds/
run with a Pack, of some Pekingese.. Keeping These 
bitches on Sit, time where Leashes Be/
put souls on my Tabs, for a Cleaners Fee.. Easy Ting 
holding the Keys, get Deleted Cheap/

Birria Dinner (prod. Skeyez Beats)

We Fine (Prod. by Cxdy)

What She Wrote (prod. Tyde)

Million Dollar Check (prod. BTGrin x Kookup)

a glimpse of infinity.
1/3 of the Pine Trees Papi's 


I write raps songs every once in a while. 

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