Lululu

wya rn ? (prod. BASH)

reprod. BASH
reel shitty deal 4L,
word to 'dre 3k.

luv u ma.

lyrics:

verse 1.
Excuse my french,
I know it well, this ain't unfamiliar, i know the stench
All the time in the world turns into asking where it went 
You call out to the heavens, swore to god my shit was heaven-sent
I wonder if that changed or if it's just not worth the consequences
Did I lose my touch, you stopped coming or just came to your senses?
That the nigga that you knew to be the sweetest in the land, went 'head and lost his feels again
And all them traits that seemed uncommon fall under the coin of common sense but, where you went?
I watched you grin and smirk at possibilities you didn't know i'd catch and begging for my trust but just to guard your back
Veering off your shoulders- "how y'all friends? when did that happen?"
Could've slipped your mind, but you too smart for "I don't know, shit happens" 
I'm so paranoid, I devise you mix the truth with passion, just so when it surface, I'm the one that's going through reactions, in reality, monopolize room for expansion, so when said and done, them jaded eyes could sense my subtle fashion, oh sure.
I tread the thinnest lines, so at first glance i'm calming, so pure
Then spend the rest of that relationship projecting that false innocence,
correcting all my sentences,
reactions my arch nemesis,
that state of mind type heaven-sent

And Mama,
I hope you know your day for repentance is fast a'coming 
I wanna open space for admitting all you shortcomings
but every time I do you act like you could see this coming,
way too sturdy and too loving to ever hurt me, huh?
You fed and burped me so that criticism undeserving, still 'gon try get every word in
you ain't feel me but you heard me, hate to say that served its purpose
looking back, I know that shit not sturdy, I start putting you in some tracks, now look at us, it's working
We ain't finished yet, don't know what's next, but one thing that's for certain, 
You gon' hold me down until you take your last deep breath on earth and,
I'll reciprocate by making sure my face not on a shirt before you do
You always told me that the story way less boring than the truth
and if you stay the course it's worth it, look at me, i'm living proof
And I do subtle things to show my love, you never have a clue
And that's gon' be how it's gon' be
Because my pride gon' be the death of me, and I get that from you.

verse 2.
Look mom I got my hands up off the handlebars
I’m moving at the speed of light and I still ain’t move very far
I know you keep me close in hopes that I don’t stray away
You told me how you scratch your naval anytime I feel some pain
It’s unconvincing when I say that I stay out of trouble
I’m rocking microphones like Barney Rubble poking bubbles
They tryna trap your son but one thing bout me Imma rise
Feed me beats then immawrite
If Mooya need me Imma ride
Dying is not an option
And all these rappers is your grandson’s I don’t mean adoption
I’m influential in the subtlest ways
They see me living now they all on my wave
They smell the smoke and it’s the purplest haze
Play with fire setting stages ablaze
Play with Mwenya and they digging a grave
Touch my family imma write you a page
not a letter that’s a eulogy dave
Not a letter that’s a eulogy Dave
I was so misbehaved
Not enough to kick me outta class
And they ain’t like the fact that I was never kissing ass
I learned the hard way not to let a person patronize
And if I serve my purpose how to make ‘em pay the price
They say they wanna see me win…
Now they wanna hear the album I got 0 skips
They flocking to my Louis bag they heard I’m serving work
I got more paper than the pamphlets that we had at church
So tell me why they mad that I found God they never searched

"life of the party" freestyle ft. wéye

Halloween... hm

shoutout obama

PROD. yo momma house (Bash, Quan, Tranquility, Mikull)

broke boy joy ft. TRANQUiLiTY

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Kick it with my brother like my name is Jeff Hardy

they don’t wanna see me B like Cardi

So don’t hug me I’m not the nicest

touch isnt Midas

trapped with these vices 

lose my grip quick, taking a hold

can’t let me go, they all want my soul

I’m feeling whole again I feel whole

Somehow they know again and they know

Can’t put a price on shit that I’ve done

Lives that I’ve touched my ego’s a crutch

I’m just a vessel fill me with love

I’ll pour it back a gold solo cup

Sinking in quicksand pass me a spliff

Rise above problems my perspective

so reflective of my collective

squad I rep is

calm collected


I been in my bag, in my feelings

You my blood you my Nigga

He a opp imma get him then

Better than a Queen she healer

We alright man we chilling

It’s a opp, imma let him live

Stuck together for worse or for better under the weather you might need a lever

To pry us apart, still has a piece of my heart

I write her these letters

Send em to heaven,

The courier a jet setter

I’m settling scores

Setting some trends

They ready for war

Sending threats

claim every bullet like it’s an award

hold it with pride

when I move it’s like tectonic slides

I know they feel me on the otherside

Otherwise

Refrain from addressing these passive aggressive negative messages

Step into my world I know you’re hesitant

Peddle back, back tracking on the pavement jack

you ain’t made it to the welcome mat

Face the facts

No cappuccino in my café

Glass of vinho on a bad day

Cabernet to be specific no sommelier training

Feigning, my shadow boxing got em flinching baby

I made my way out to the weigh in


I been in my bag, in my feelings

You my blood you my Nigga

He a opp imma get him then

Better than a Queen she healer

We alright man we chilling

It’s a opp, imma let him live

I bundle up, tryna get toasty, 
walking to work tryna shield from the Burlington coast 
I get offered a ride but I mostly decline cus I’m scared that the folks wanna know me 
they think I’m polite and they right but they never see me less I’m hunting for dinner 
if they think that this food they cooking means that I’m submitting, I would rather it choke me 

I would rather it end me, before I let these crackers think that this nigga friendly
if someone took a picture and sent it to one of my niggas they’d probably resent me
this the shit that I’m thinking while forking down chicken that’s sposed to be bland and unseasoned
we discussing our health and impeachment
I’m there stressing for no rhyme or reason

cus these people are perfectly pleasant 
I’m programmed to think it’s a jaded aesthetic 
I might as sleep with a cop 
I stare at the salad, they talk about reddit and stocks
I try not to think in a box 
I’m tryna connect why I’m provileged to be in this spot 
some homies still live with they pops, I’m ions away tryna strap a canoe to a dock

been tryna make sense of this mess, so put some respect, on all my perspectives 
these days I been so self-reflective, tryna make sure I don’t come off depressive,
tryna make sure my aura protected, sacrificing got my peoples neglected 
but i can’t let my cause be effected
if you ain’t get a message my boy that’s a message

I can’t just give up my time, or give out free verses I gotta be very selective 
I can’t play with my name, I see some niggas switching lanes, that shit was expected 
Look at this shit like a game, some niggas break records, while others can’t find a connection 
think it’d be best if,
I stay true to my brudda and keep it cool calm and collected

v

Hankel

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