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Capitilize

ay all i gotta say, is leave her in the past
now they coming up in last, see my chain and now they smile
trynna grab up on my stacks, nigga hands off all my racks
u fucking damn ass rat, set a trap and than u go
money coming in, fucking on her better friend
u aint never been the man, took ur main, and switch her up
roll it like a blunt, thats why imma stunt
i aint never fucking with a slut, learn a lesson once or twice
now these bitches rolling dice, who gonna be my next pick
i dont want me a new trick, matter fact u make me sick
writing essays from the start, but now were getting too damn rough
love hearts in the air, until i came up on the scene
red roses on my grave, because these bitches love to pay
fashion shows upon my hour, they aint know that im a minor
2pm just eating out, with all my broski i remember we had nothing
came from povetry, to making poetry, and thats why we gonna make it rain, at the club just saw a girl, and she was looking kinda cute
took me off of the couch for a bit, backroom did some things
that my old girl would hate about, i be bounded by the chains
if only we aint never broke, now im loose and going crazy
three new baddies everyday, pave the wave to see it here
im in LA living life, and this new style is digusting
how tf do people love it, ive been turning, to somebody
i aint never know was in me, pills and party, non stop drinking
this new shit, that u will hate, only just to miss it afterwards
after hours came back home, check the phone and see the text
five new baddies on the roaster, too bad i wont text them back
make excuses just hide away, now going back
on the road to see her face, i remember 89, now we back on 45
driving far to get away, aint nobody i can trust, aint nobody really up
i put trust inside a slut, thats why things are messed up
rolling past all of memories that we spent, baby im not hating
but i hope ur doing bad, never wanna see u win
if im not in the picture, i hope things are getting worse
trynna cut up all the ties, babygirl i hope u die
bet u think that shit is true, u will never fucking trust me
in the end were broken pieces, thats why peace will never come
u left me inside a pit, that tore me bit to bit, u fucking damn ass bitch

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Fake a Smile (self produced)

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teenage fever

Artist & producer @jcpinthecut
Cover Art: Gastón Berger IG: www.instagram.com/gassspanic/
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JCP:
Who you talking too?

Bitch I pull up with some jewelry that i got up out the freezer, and my nina hot an ready,
cause i got the dough on fetti, beam be gleamin holdin steady, i be schemin, they be petty.
i be dreamin bout the becky, all my bitches speak rosetti
Yeah I pull up with some jewelry that i got up out the freezer, and my nina hot an ready,
cause i got the dough on fetti, beam be gleamin holdin steady, i be schemin, they be petty.
i be dreamin bout the becky, all my bitches speak rosetti.

hol up blowin weight, catch me smokin clouds be dank.
sauce be flowin through my veins. chakras open you can't hang.
we are not the fuckin same, lame, when im swishing net gain.
she got stupid neck game, we don't gotta bet mang.
fresher till i rest, mang. say it with yo chest, plain and clear.
not an obstacle i fear, never vearin as i steer. i'm a magician,
pimpin, bitches just mind yo business, when ur wishin for forgiveness,
i'll be killin till you're finished, i be flippin like a gymnast
JCP da yung one who's too damn ambitious


imagine, that's a bad bitch in yo mansion. im spazzin, pickin up some traction, you lackin.
you cappin, when im passin, i'll be laughin, coughin off this gas, man it make me azzmatic

imagine, that's a bad bitch in yo mansion. im spazzin, pickin up some traction, you lackin.
you cappin, when im passin, i'll be laughin, coughin off this gas, man it make me azzmatic

IreQ:
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip
Look
Yeah you know I got it
Avoid bitch reachin for my wallet 
Y’all in debt like y’all failed outa college 
Mad at the shots we callin
Squad ballin’ 
Wrist so cold got me sneezin like pollen
Why we talkin y’all window shoppin
Followers flockin after gawking
Clocking me
peep what I’m rockin
Keep a girl like a stockin
Not cool, yo stock droppin
Holla at me like I can’t hear that noise sounds like a bunch of pigeons squawking
Who you talking too, boy?!
Imagine me I got a bad bitch in a mansion 
I’ll make it happen pickin it up when y’all lackin

Imagine, got a bad bitch In yo mansion 
I’m laughing, picking up some traction 
Yall cappin, just lackin
When I pass it, I be spazzin
Trippin off some gas up higher than an attic  

Imagine, got a bad bitch In yo mansion 
I’m laughing, picking up some traction 
Yall cappin, just lackin
When I pass it, I be spazzin
Trippin off some gas up higher than an attic 
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip

JCP:
Bitch I pull up with some jewelry that i got up out the freezer, and my nina hot an ready,
cause i got the dough on fetti, beam be gleamin holdin steady, i be schemin, they be petty.
i be dreamin bout the becky, all my bitches speak rosetti
Yeah I pull up with some jewelry that i got up out the freezer, and my nina hot an ready,
cause i got the dough on fetti, beam be gleamin holdin steady, i be schemin, they be petty.
i be dreamin bout the becky, all my bitches speak rosetti.

 Bitch I pull up with some jewelry that i got up out the freezer, and my nina hot an ready,
cause i got the dough on fetti, beam be gleamin holdin steady, i be schemin, they be petty.
i be dreamin bout the becky, all my bitches speak rosetti
Yeah I pull up with some jewelry that i got up out the freezer, and my nina hot an ready,
cause i got the dough on fetti, beam be gleamin holdin steady, i be schemin, they be petty.
i be dreamin bout the becky, all my bitches speak rosetti.

New Life Style (Prod.beatsby488)

XSTɎ.SAGE / LIL M.sage