Stingers (Prod. Nickchou)

Take Off

i stay alone in my room, past thoughts haunting my dreams
i open my eyes, but she still in my mind, finding a new one
aint easy these movies be playing to much, im meeting new girls
left and right, it gotcha thinking he playing, he just pulling their tails
i feel nice talking to them, but thats when the tension in my chest
begins to burst with doubt and trust issues, problems began
and my sentance to her gets shorter and shorter
my presence gets shorter and shorter, shes upset
shell get over it sooner, block texts so shell get the message
im too scared to even send her a message, we met once
we were fucking already, her blanket, it was up like we was having a picnic, my big dick fucking her over, the car shaking like earthquakes
i finsihed it up, and the feeling of leavin was already upon me
i didnt want to be there a min longer, i just wanted to leave
block the number, and go ghost like her father, saw the movie
love and thunder, jane finer and winer, the movie was good
but up to this point it was making me think, who do i love like that
recently ive just been fucking these bitches, filling my list with names
i will forget in the future, this empty void like black holes, i got dumb hoes, and more money income, which brings me wanting to leave more, sorry mama, ur babyboy finding the love i didnt get as a kid
one of my problems i noticed, is that i can talk to bitch for a day
next day i wanna meet, chitchat, next i wanna fuck in the sheets
dont remember her name, i just remember her ass is so fat
i dont like the way she talks, so i put my dick in her mouth
fill it up and leave it, till im ready to do it again
im sick in the brain, these girls driving me to a pitful state
my ex left a piece that hasnt been fixed, i called a couple of helpers
but they still couldnt repair the damage, it left me wanting to find someone who could maybe come close, the second we get close
i feel a knife headin my way, what if i wake up and phony on me
faking it over the phone, even in person they still acting their part
i bet inside they wanna see me fall, never wanna see me win
but lose more than what i can ever get back, those negative thoughts
stay up in my head, like me as a kid, getting scared so i hid in my bed
mama said ill be great, so i have to go and be great
even if imma do it alone, i still gotta prove why ill be the greatness
and make all ur actions look little to mine, i dont mean to little anyone
but i want yall to understnad my placement, and why i worked hard for this shit

Late night stands (Prod. Moon)

Heavy boom bap drums with church organ , choir and heavy synth bass plus vocal space for rappers .
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DARKNESS ( IIL BILL vs REDMAN inspired )

This Love Affirmation Is About A Girl I Once Loved & Lost To The Matrix! Hoping One Day She Finds Way Back To The Light!

6LACK CINDERELLA

No Codefendants

Prod. $OViET KiD

Recorded on my Phone

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Hercules

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[Free] Central Cee "DoJa" UK Drill Type Beat 2022

Performed by Benjamin Nix

Written By Benjamin Nix and Dani Ford

Produced by Dani Ford

Gypsy

Symbiotic [RnB Beat] Prod By Hsh-Hsh

HOME

The Poet wandered last night into a dream where the veil between the Ancient and the Celestial thinned. There, Ancient Drizzy and Celestial Drizzy stood, their voices carrying insight over frozen winds — insight of 1046, when he was left in Scotland, secluded yet sharpened, his spirit whispering with elders unseen. In that exile, he entered the time chamber, where he trained without end, shaping whispers into weapons, melodies into mirrors, perfecting the sound that stirred him toward his elder bloodline.

It was in this chamber that the Poerake owl awakened. Not a messenger for attention, not a seeker of favors, but a fusion of Poet and Drake, carrying nothing but a basket of white roses and laughter. That was the deal: no asking, only offering, only showing what already is. For 1046 has long been signed to Othello, and yet Drizzy’s dream sought to understand what that covenant truly means in the flesh. Only the cracking of ice, only the shattering of silence, could surface the truth.

Through the snow, the Poerake’s claws dug deep into the stone, celestial black and sharp. Feathers ignited and fell as embers onto the frost, burning even as they froze. In the crystal prison, its red eyes glowed — not as menace, but as signal. A call home, to show the podium, to reveal what has been waiting.

This was not fandom. This was not the reaching hand of one who asks. This was the echo of a twin flame. A brother-beacon. Sent on emotionless, yet heavy with meaning. A portal tore itself open in the dream, and there Othello spoke: “It is time to go. I will guide you, as long as you show him who you truly are. That is Sheik.”

HOME is not a return to soil, nor to stage, but to essence. It is the collision of dream and waking, the call of blood that cannot be severed. HOME is the sound of whispers turned into thunder, the podium revealed beneath the ice, the rose basket set at the feet of a brother.

HOME is the signal. The fire in the feathers. The red eyes breaking through crystal.
HOME is the truth of 1046.

— 1046

#HOME #1046 #Poerake #Othello #Sheik

Late night stands (Prod. Moon)

XSTɎ.SAGE / LIL M.sage