MIKE EHRMANTRAUT*

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖐𝖆𝖞... 
𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍.

𝕭𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉

MAD LUV

Teccvenchy??

Yeah
Let's go
Yeah
Ahh
Yeah
Ahhh
Yeah, ah
Yeah
I rap for my fam
94 you know it be the gang
Posted up slanging dope by the gram
I don't care if you ain't bout the glam
We outside by popular demand
Ain't no serving pictures for the fans
Feel like lil Uzi when I dance
Rock designer only these ain't stans
Always stay shining
Like Ricky Makhado
I'm gon keep on grinding
Right straight to the top
I want that luvi that gucci
The zaka like plenty
I want it all straight off the lot
I keep that fire right wit me
That's why every hour light up a blunt
And get high
If you want smoke
Come get it, I'm ready
I've been undefeated
Since right from the start
Woah

All these niggas they mini me
Aye

See by the way
They be clowning my eulogy
Going out sad cause they feeling me
Aye
See by the way they just bite like Puranas

I swear that they all got this drip
From my energy

Aye
I'm on the way they feeling me
Aye,Aye
They trynna go finish me
Ain't got no time... for a enemy

All of this energy
Know you feel it through the melody
Sounding con felony
Aye
053 up in the pedigree
Moving effectively
Goons and Gorillas don't play
Counting like nine ten plus a day
Stay out my lane
Lot of my enemies
Ain't getting sick of the jealousy
Marry Ojeng cause that bag got the remedy
Aye
Shordie call me Philip
Why Philip?
Cause I'm lit
She said she gets so fucken wet
When she laid eyes on the drip
How I'm moving
Think the mansions was my clique
Connection deeper than the tree
Their ain't no cutting shit.
Yeah
I rap for my fam
94 you know it be the gang
Posted up slanging dope by the gram
I don't care if you ain't bout the glam
We outside by popular demand
Ain't no serving pictures for the fans
Feel like lil Uzi when I dance
Rock designer only these ain't stans

Da Gang prod.Sos

NOSEBLEEDS! [w/ Loner's Steez & Tight Rhyme (prod. Falak)]

[Verse 1]
Truthfully, I just feel like you fucking with me
Not in a good way, why are you fucking with me?
I stay protected cause either way it could go
The intimacy I crave ends up with you fucking with me
Indecisive, the fuck do you want from me?
You want love so why do you run from it?
So used to having these niggas bow that you gotta look down whenever it's time for talking 

[Verse 2]
I'm not them tho
You gon' act right when I say so
Baby I could take you to the Bando
Or we could end up French kissing in the chateau 

Hold me close
Only side here is this note
Had to open up for this poem
Murder, murder, murder, murder what she wrote 

[Verse 3]
Ion even got an ex
But I got women who waiting to be my next
Keep it a hunnnid for 1 just like cents
3 in the morning and I'm still stuck at my desk
You having fun but can't shoot me a text
My phone dies, you got the nerve to be pressed
That shit don't make sense, that shit don't make sense
At this point, we're just strangers who love to have sex
I'm chasing yo ass at the cost of my rest 

[Verse 4]
Fuck all these friends that you try to impress
They ask a couple questions but you treat it like it's a test
They say "Fuck him"  then them bitches call me a pest
Say you're one of my many infinite quests
I tell you love them hoes cause to you it makes sense
Eating at your table, do you know the expense?
I gave you your one shot but you trusted friends 

Pity you ain't know, that they're in my requests
Are you stupid, little girl? Your homies even pretend
They want a nigga like me, they just wondering when
They gon' watch you fuck it up from the comfort of zen
I'm the one that you need turn your 9 to a 10
I hope you get the message cause it's last imma send
Give a fuck who you know, Give a fuck where you been
Better get your shit together or this is the end
And I'm gone

Say So [Prod. Mentice]

Prod. By Raei Anderson


VERSE: Miss Leee ℗

She lash-less, wishing she was me
Love for me, set you free
Thought she smart, like double D
I am art, you need to see. 

Problem be, that she the only one who’ll probably catch beef on site,
Then quick to start a fight. 
And still thinks she’s right,

[Lil mama that ain’t polite].

Payed 40 to please your shawty, then watch some Rick Morty,
That’s the moral of the story ?
Does it run your allegory?

No hate for no reason, 
Some humans meant for a season. 
Don’t keep grudges then believe in,
Cause consciously you’re the treason. 

Never believe in their wishes, 
Electrolytes for our systems. 
Keep an eye out for them bitches, they be in and out of yo’ business.

Sat back then lite up my doobie,
Really love the way that it moved me. 
Late night you ask for them kisses,
Don’t include the ellipsis 

….nor forget all your wishes.

xxx

Released by: Miss Leee ℗
Date: 3 Nov 2023

Myths (Interlude)

++*a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person...
++*a substance which has a physiological effect when ingested...

Myths (Interlude)

MISS LEEE ℗

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