October 2022

Lyrics:
Yeah, I’ve been stacking hundreds (Yeah)
Tryna hit a million (Yeah)
Then hit another (What?)
I got racks to the ceiling
I’m sharing with my brother (Take this bro)
Guess who said they feeling on me
It’s your mother (And she a milf)
Yeh, I’ve been living life at a fast pace
That boy tryna laugh, throw some money at his damn face (Bitch)
Back in middle school, you were in the play place
Back in middle school, I had a Glock on my damn waist (Boom)
Yeah, and in my sock I had a damn eighth
Now I smoke a whole ass zip to the damn face
If they hit they lights, then I take em on a chase
Now I’m bouta switch up the mother fucking pace
Yeah, told lil shawty come and get on top of me (Go)
Hundreds on hundreds, yeah my mother fucking pockets deep
Gotta watch what I be posting cause these cops be watching me
Finna invest in some property, just like Monopoly
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m fly as hell
How the fuck you trapping and yo ass ain’t made a single sale?
Talking shit? We gon RIP him, send his ass to hell
Bro a pedo, I ain’t screaming free him, keep his ass in jail
Road running, road running, getting packs gone
Louis V and Balenci, you still shopping in Pacsun
Bitch I feel like Jason when I put that fucking mask on
I feel like the Karate Kid, I’m bouta get my wax on (Dabs)

Hit Another

October 2022

Lyrics:
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Tennis shoes I’m running up
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Come get yo bitch, she tryna fuck
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Make a thousand like it’s nun
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Bitch I’m number fucking one

Yeh, yeh, I said I’m number one
Yeh, yeh, I hit the za until I slump 
You be tapping out, I tap the blunt til it’s a fucking crumb
I’m a handsome guy, might fuck around and your fucking mom (Ha)
Yeh
You a fucking bum
When you need some clothes, you go to Walmart dot fucking com
Finna buy a $1,500 suit to wear to prom
Heard the opps got rifles, wait til I drop an atomic bomb
I been running it up
Y’all been hustling backwards
How you smoke Games, bitch?
I’m only puffing on Backwoods
Fuck all that fame shit
I want an SRT to swerve lanes with
I fucked your main bitch
Then hit your side hoe up like “Come give  some of that brain, bitch”
Blowing more smoke than a train, bitch
Making that bread like my name Raising Cane’s, bitch
I just hit the dark web
Copped me a new draco, thinking what Ima name it
I just put my dick in your bitch
On her way out she said she got me on her playlist
Wow, that’s crazy
I’m a mother fucking 2006 baby
Run up on me, all you see is a laser
All you see is an extendo
I can’t stand these people staring
That’s why I got 5% tint on my window
They tell me I can’t make a hit?
Yeah, just wait until they hear this shit bro
They tell me I’m never gonna make no money off rapping
I already did hoe (Gang)

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Tennis shoes I’m running up
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Come get yo bitch, she tryna fuck
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Make a thousand like it’s nun
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Bitch I’m number fucking one

July 2022

Aye, aye, aye, aye let’s go
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Young without no mother fucking boundaries
This shit sounding like the purge, bitch what it do
I’m a white boy from the burbs, still will slap the fuck out you
Look at myself in the mirror, like “Bro they can’t fuck with you”
Made a band last month, now I’m finna run that up times two
Aye, I ain’t got time for a diss track
Looking at them paragraphs they type bout me, that shit wack
He tried running up on me and then his ass got bitch slapped 
Run off with your shit no refunds, you can’t get your shit back
Oh you thought I was talking my shit there?
I’m not even done yet
Just you wait bruh
And you bitches don’t respect me for my mofucking accomplishments 
For bread you looking thirsty like a bitch fishing for compliments
Ain’t giving sauce for free and I’m not talking fucking condiments
Running up a bag, it really helped my fucking confidence
They say they don’t rap because of hate, bitch that’s the fun of it
I only smoke weed, the bag won’t let me be a drug addict
You softer than a deviled egg and yo bitch said you cumming quick
I’m passing it to my boy Double A now he gon run this shit

I really be running
Never say no fam we be stunting
All in my bag, I’m really gon keep it 
I really go full auto mag
Now you gon get it
Never done, it ain’t no stopping
I really been with this money
Stop me to get it
Hey, diamond they really go running
I really been popping
How you gon get it? Nah
No one gon tell me truth cause I really been running I give in the booth, nah
How you gon Rick Owen one of your twos, nah
I really be running up twos
How you gon give me the shoes?
I got Louis, all that Fendi bru
You can’t me tell me nothing 
I been running up to something
You know that I’m thumbing wherever I’m walking
Diamond VV I’m stalking
How you keep on watching?
All I hear is you talking
Are you loud?
Or you really just mad?
No, I can’t really tell
I been popping these tags
Then gon run up inside of yo bag
Know I been dragging I’m keeping it up in the club
Then how you gon run up I shoot it or something 
How can you just walk up in here and just tell me that I am wrong
How you gon tell me a truth and just tell me I’m something wrong
It feels like The Purge
Know I been rapping, I feel like I’m Splurge
Cause it’s The Purge
Cause it’s The Purge, yuh, aye
Rapping like I’m Splurge, uh
Feels like, really been on
It’s The Purge

The Purge

Prod. CannonTooCold
Track 8 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
CEO, huh
I take this .40 out my waistline, up this shit at your face
I’m with your shorty and she bending over, giving me face
I tell that bitch ass boy to back up cause’ I need all my space
I’m moving backwards off this Backwood like I’m in outer space
I used to dream of getting money like I need me a taste
And now they looking at me funny when I buy the whole place 
I got them looking at their manager like I need a raise
Because I’m pulling up in Escalades fresh out the lot without no plates
Bitch I got a lot to say, I woke up counting guap today
I ain’t taking shit from you, just tell it to the Glock today
Fuck them nosy cops and shit and fuck them boys who faking plays
I ain’t rocking Crocs lil bitch I’m always lacing up my J’s
Aye, huh
Yeah I always lace up my J’s 
I don’t give a fuck, I just stay up for days
I just stay up for days
My fucking minds a maze
But I still find some ways to leave em’ all amazed
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Break into your shit, I’m leaving through the side door (Through the side door)
No I don’t (Don’t) need no mother fucking side hoe (Fuck a side hoe)
I could roll a whole eighth with my eyes closed
You at the club, bitch I’m in another time zone (God damn)
Matching jeans and the belt with the rhinestones
It ain’t never too late to get your grind on
Pulling out a bankroll to get your mind blown
They ain’t wanna see me win, did it on my own
They ain’t wanna see me win, did it on my own
Now I’m smoking homegrown and my mind strong
Aye, CEO shit, 2025 we the wave, huh
Let’s get it, no limit
Lil bitch I’m on your head like a fitted
Committed, I did it
Going back and forth like tennis
These dreams, so vivid
This shit got me livid
Make you strike out, 1,2,3 bitch I’m with it
Make you strike out, 1,2,3 bitch I’m with it

strike out!

Prod. CRCL
Track 1 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
They droppin' like some flies, look inside my eyes
I ain't tellin' lies, you got on a whole disguise
I'm really on the rise, I'ma lead the enterprise
I don't need to emphasize that I'll bring you to demise

Floatin' like a poltergeist, no more talkin' nice
I got plenty blades, bitch, I got hella knives
Go back where you came, bitch, you will recognize
That I'm not with the playin’ shit, you will not survive

Ridin' through the night, always hold my pistol tight
Got you in my sight, squeeze and let you see the light
Don't you try to fight out of spite, cause I'll smite
Judge asked me would I do it twice, I said I might, damn

The jeans I'm rockin' tight, and my polo shirt is white
Hoppin' on a flight, flyin' higher than a kite
Boy, I only love my wife, yo bitch dirty than my Sprite
Every single word I write brings me closer to lime light

I take control of this shit like a pilot
I take four xans, my eyes roll back to my eyelids
Front flip off the stage, the cover of Die Lit
Once I'm filled with rage, all I see is violet

Blunts, they filled with grade A, get me high quick
I don't, I don't, I don't smoke no motherfuckin' hybrid
Nah, bitch, I don't smoke no hybrid
Floatin' through your roof, even when I'm uninvited

Floatin' like a poltergeist, no more talkin' nice
I got plenty blades, bitch, I got hella knives
Go back where you came, bitch, you will recognize
That I'm not with the playin’ shit, you will not survive

Poltergeist

July 2023

Lyrics:
Yeah, you used to know me but now I been on some different shit
Walked up in the party and I told my bro to pick a bitch
Ain’t cooperating with the feds, ya homie been a snitch
And I’m off my meds, I got a plan and now I’m getting rich
Now I’m getting rich
Put a bag on yo head
Next day they gon find your remains in a ditch 
All sliced up
Yeah your boo thing, she used to be wifed up
Huh, now she mine bruh
You a waste of my mother fucking time bruh
I can tell by looking at you
You don’t got a dime, huh?
Yeah, bitch
Now it’s times up
Had to set a mother fucker straight like a line up
I get so high, feel like I’m flying up
Every fucking day this Summer bitch I brought the crime up
Ha Ha
You was inside on the game
Let a mother fucker run up on me, I might snatch his chain
Matter fact, I might fuck around and his snatch his brain
Better choose your words wisely when somebody brings up my name
Nicooo
I’m the CEO
Spend all of my time getting money or with freaky hoes
Open up the fucking pack and that shit reeking bro
I was fucking on the nuns, ain’t let the deacon know
Ricooo
Me and him upcoming artists
Say what you want about him, that’s my fucking bro regardless
We gon beat a mother fucked up and leave his ass retarded
It ain’t no problem if on our backs we got a target
Take yo bitch ass back to Instagram to flex your homie’s pound
Creeping through yo block at night, we riding with 100 rounds 
Then I’m finna fuck yo bitch and make her scream 100 sounds
Tried to take him on a lick, he got scared he was born to drown
Masked up with a Glock up on me, looking like a fucking villain
I’m the one that’s riding round the town doing the fucking killing
Made my name notorious while all you lil boys were chilling
Man, his music ass somebody tell this dude that we don’t feel him
Really lit, feel like Roddy Rich
I might take yo bitch
Toting sticks
She hop off my dick and then look down and spit
Pop you like a fucking zit
Mop you up and then I dip
I heard you got top from your bitch and she fucking bit

G Check

July 2023
Lyrics:
Okay
Yeah, what?
Okay, yeah
Okay
Bitches used to (Yuh)
Bitches used to (What?)
Bitches used to
Yeah, bitches used to what?
Okay
Bitches used to clown me I remember back in middle school
Now I got too many of em it gets hard to pick and choose
We can still make money together if we got different views
The way I walk around the world you’d think that I forget the rules
But I ain’t forget shit I just don’t give a fuck
Tell yo bitch she need a mother fucking tummy tuck
Band, band, band, band, band think I’m coming up
He ran ran ran ran ran when I stick him up
I got mind powers, I feel like that bitch Matilda
Always keep a tool or two I feel like Bob The Builder (Ha) 
Put me in a room with dude and we gon see who realer (Aye)
Post yo bitch one more time, bruh I’m finna steal her
Okay now it’s time to change the fucking subject
Bitch quit talking, why you not up on my nuts yet (What?)
Nut, then I kick the bitch out now she upset (What?)
Fuck boy tryna run up and get bust at
Paycheck on a belt just to hold my pants up
Bad bitch in my living room freaky dancing
Some days wake up, mindset Charles Manson
Call my homie up to bring them bands in
Tell your bro quit playing round before I really lay him down
Me and homie moving pounds in and the fuck outta town
Pussy wet I’m finna drown, remember when they used to clown
But I got more money than em now so they walk with a frown (Ha)
Your bitch pulls up to eat me up when you don’t answer her (Facts)
I took a picture of her card, now I’m scamming her (Damn)
You sitting there, thinking like “Man that hurt”
She also told me that you ain’t no man to her
I’m the last mother fucking man to hurt (Truth)
Fuck with me and get your ass slammed in dirt
Everyday I wake up and think of new ways to put in work
Everyday this bitch pulls up on me gets on my dick and twerks
We got Glocks with extensions and will shoot at you
Gotta look at things from all sides like a Rubik’s Cube
Walk up in this trap, I’m gon look and ask “Who is you?” (The fuck?)
No identification, that’s what a fool would do
Running down the court, make the layup without no dribble 
Got that fire on me but this kind don’t crack and sizzle
This the first track since December
It’s July, so that proves that I practice little (Bitch)
Don’t call me YWB Nick
That shit dead
CEO Nico

Beethoven

October 2023
Lyrics:
Aye
Woah, woah
Big CEO shit
This a, this about to be a hit
Everything I wear legit and I be putting on that shit
I be fucking on yo bitch
While you at home getting pissed
While you at home washing dishes
Shooter on point he don’t miss shit
I just send him on a mission
And he leaves with an extension
Better stop all of that dissing
Or we in yo bushes sitting (Sitting)
Window shopping, you ain’t got no money but you wishing (Yup, yup)
Bitches topping, we got semis popping
Had no other option
You ain’t really popping
You be starting and stopping
Yo bitch she swallow and slopping
Boy, be careful who you mocking
I know my haters be watching
The money I spend on watches 
I done told him to be cautious, cause I ain’t fucking around
You can duck all that you want, but you ain’t ducking these rounds 
Might as well skip the town
Bitch I’m designer down (Aye)
That’s why he got a frown
I told that boy get from round (Get out)
I told that boy get from round
Cause he ain’t making no noise (Yup)
We got G-locks with them switches
We ain’t playing with toys
You better make you a choice
Give me respect or you die
Choose the second
Yo block gon sound like the 4th of July
Choose the second
Man I’m putting yo bitch ass in the sky
I ain’t letting shit fly
You can see it in my eyes
They didn’t think I’d be like this
It came to them a surprise
Lil bitch I’m with the guys
And we smoking some fye
Run the trap, we break them packs down 
It’s demand and supply
Lil bitch I’m really reckless
I might just come snatch yo necklace
I eat up shrooms like it’s breakfast
I’m toting straps like it’s Texas

Caution

July 2023
Lyrics:
Caught his ass in traffic on what? 
Where’d I catch his ass in traffic?
Aye, caught his ass in traffic on I-80, finna
What? What you finna do? Aye
Caught his ass in traffic on I-80, finna cut him off
Bags out the backdoor I get em low and then I get em off
Ask about the price but you ain’t shopping, you gon piss me off
Hit my first lick with my homie’s Glock and with that bread I bought it
Got more money and more power than I ever did
You got robbed for all your shit and still ain’t never slid
And whenever you see did you don’t see shit you call the pigs
Tell me how the fuck you call yourself a king but you a snitch
Spreading rumors? Give a fuck what you say bout me bro
Said I was eating pills up off the floor when I was wit ya hoe
And we kept it secret cause she ain’t want yo bitch ass to know
Yeah, I was screaming in the cop car because they wouldn’t let me go
Yeah, they dragged my to the psych ward
Yeah, I ran up out the door
Anymore to say about me?
Bitch I wanna hear some more 
Yeah yo girlfriend knew about that lick a hour before it happened
And she let it happen, I was in the backseat laughing 
Fully automatic, watch it turn your bones to shake
Ain’t no pulling over, I do high speeds on the jakes
He be flexing all that shit but that dude’s chain is fake
Told the police my last name Myers, next time I’m from crystal lake
Aye, lil bitch crystal lake
Don’t let that boy get away
Hawk him down, I pass my chop a plate and that shit ate his face
He ain’t catching plays or getting play that boy a damn disgrace
Don’t run down on me this Glock 19 gon put you in your place
Finna feed yo lil bitch ass to a meat grinder
Crazy yo bitch call my phone and asked me to get behind her
Bet you didn’t know yo bitch could be found up on Feet Finder
I be flipping bows, in the trap yo job “The Weed Grinder”
And I’m fucked up 
Got my bucks up
Boy ya lucks up
And I fuck sluts
If they got big butts
And can suck nuts
Fuck’s up?
I’m gon run up
With the gun up
Once I robbed a Asian and his ass pulled out some nunchucks
Shut the fuck up, I turn nothing into something
Don’t care what you heard about me, that was just assumption
100 down Harrison, got my own songs bumping
Ima run your ones or shoot you, man there ain’t no point in jumping
Fa, fa, fa, fa
Run in his spot with a Glock
This shit I’m never gon stop
Aim at his top
Clean his ass up with a mop
I’m everything that you not
And I be fucking yo thot
And I be moving my work on yo block
You got a problem, then talk to my dot
Yeah, talk to my dot
Man your whole crew be full of some snitches
I’m getting suspicious 
Why all these so called money men out here stunting for bitches
And I’m not religious
But I might be superstitious 
I saw his ghost leave his body after I left him laying there with no witness
Still asking for some forgiveness

I-80

On the Map

Prod. Sphynx
Track 2 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
Doing what I can while I let my life play out on it’s own
I’m in my zone everyday let go of what I can’t control
It gets old coming home from a long day feeling like I lost my soul
We in hell already but this world is very cold
Sick of working for a company that doesn’t give a fuck bout me at all
I’m showing up to shifts reluctantly I’m thinking of the money
I know one day I’ll go out and spend it all
And no one keeping up with me I’m keeping my head up at least
Cause I know one day I’ll live comfortably and get these problems solved
My whole life is up to me as long as I just let it be 
Expressing through these MP3’s each time I do it I evolve

I’ve seen all the lonely nights I’ve been down the dark roads
Car it doesn’t got headlights, how am I to get home
Sometimes I needed advice, but no one to get it from
Floating like a satellite and I’m gaining wisdom (gaining wisdom)

Doing what I can while I let my life play out on it’s own
I’m in my zone everyday let go of what I can’t control
It gets old coming home from a long day feeling like I lost my soul
We in hell already but this world is very cold
Sick of working for a company that doesn’t give a fuck bout me at all
I’m showing up to shifts reluctantly I’m thinking of the money
I know one day I’ll go out and spend it all
And no one keeping up with me I’m keeping my head up at least
Cause I know one day I’ll live comfortably and get these problems solved
My whole life is up to me as long as I just let it be 
Expressing through these MP3’s each time I do it I evolve

Every time that I wake up (Yup)
I feel fucked up
Go outside, face a blunt (What the fuck?)
Why’s it so damn hard to hide
From all the shit inside my mind
I feel so far left behind
My soul so far from aligned
Cry for old times can’t rewind

Floating

Prod. Sphynx
Track 3 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
In a pit of fire, have pitiful liars burnt
Nothing up inside the urn but plenty missing fliers served
Never enough how much I earn, you can’t put prices on my worth
This my turf, fuck the earth, floating through the universe

Fuck the IRS, all they bring is stress
Telling me that you are the best?
Shit, you must be smoking meth
Should’ve showed up to your house at 3 and shot 3 in your chest
Nowadays they calling police about some terroristic threats (The fuck?)
I’m eyeing police inside the rearview mirror in the driver seat
I caught a tire leak, ran over 13 nails unironically
I tried to retreat on my feet they opened fire on me I got hit with heat
Now I’m laying on the street

In a pit of fire, have pitiful liars burnt
Nothing up inside the urn but plenty missing fliers served
Never enough how much I earn, you can’t put prices on my worth
This my turf, fuck the earth, floating through the universe

My brains on concrete like some fucking zombie meat
Every memory and what I ain’t complete is haunting me
Want my legacy to live on so no one’s forgotten me 
I hope to serve a purpose in the dirt with maggots crawling me
(With maggots crawling me)
In a century we’ll all be gone (All be gone)
Fuck the history, I’ve just begun (Just begun)
Wipe your prints clean if you touch the gun (Touch the gun)
Pass it to me and I’ll get it done (Get it done)

In a Pit of Fire

Prod. Sphynx
Track 4 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
Life feels different when ya mind so empty 
That you can’t finish a thought
(Finish a thought)
Running round circles in my head laying in my bed
Should I keep going or not?
(Keep going or not)
Everybody left smoke a cigarette
To dissipate the stress of what I am and what I’m not
(What I am and what I’m not)
Living in eternal debt to regret and every last thing I forgot
(That I forgot)
All I ever wanted was to make a difference
I no longer care about fame or riches
My friends would’ve pushed me off edges of cliffs
And so I distanced myself from all you bitches
Everyone walk around acting pretentious
All of y’all need to lay inside of some ditches
World full of swindlers, liars and snitches
Either way I need some gun fire to end this

I know I can’t kill myself 
Sometimes I feel like I’m already in hell
If I sold my soul would it even sell?
What am I doing here? I could never tell

Visons I been having late at night been scaring me
Christians having conversations talking about sparing me
Ain’t been feeling a thing, the pain stings but barely
Living in a dream, lucid thoughts are a rarity
Scars deep in my soul, no one knows the severity 
Far from having control, goals or some sense of clarity
Mania got ahold on me, laughing hysterically 
Demons with me deep inside the dirt that they bury me

I Feel Like My Body Is Decaying

Prod. Sphynx
Track 5 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
Way outside my body bitch I’m astral projecting (I’m traveling)
Spirits won’t get off me they want me for possession (They’re after me) 
Never showing fear cause I done learned all my lessons
Everyday that I wake up, the universe get to testing
Don’t give a fuck what they think because I just keep manifesting
Best put your money on me, and don’t think to stop the investing
Slugs in the shotty, M16 got hollow points in the chamber
And on my body, Smith and Wesson I ain’t stressing bout danger
I’m out in Creston watching westerns, pressing all types of strangers
I made confessions for progressive bursts of aggressive anger
No more regressing it’s refreshing reassessing the answer
I kept repressing my depressing symptoms until I can’t
Can’t wait to look back at my tracks and all the work that I’ve given it
Reminisce on every notepad and note app that I’ve written with 
They don’t do shit but talking shit, few years ago I was sick of it
Now I got no fucks to give cause I know that I’m straight killing it

I’m killing it (huh)
I don’t give a fuck cause I’m killing it, huh
Turn you into dust, then I’m spilling it, huh
I don’t give a fuck cause I’m killing it, huh
Bury you at dusk near the hill and shit

Engraving your name on a tombstone
Throw you in acid and turn you into bone
Joking and laughing because I’m way too stoned
Bong and bowl packing, I’m rolling a new cone
No human contact like I got a new phone
Fuck how you talking you best use a new tone
Walk in your house got my mother fucking shoes on
Getting blue strips, money keep getting too long
Pussy boys talking that shit but they never gon run up and see how this shit really is
I might seem evil or something but promise you I’m really looking out for all the kids
My life on private cause I don’t like priers that staying inside of my personal biz
I’d rather have em not know shit about me like somebody who ain’t study for a quiz
Run up on a janky boy fucking off him
Fuck this world it’s The Nail in The Coffin
Big backwood stay having me coughing
Tripping and seeing another dimension I do that shit every so often
Life is exhausting
Open my mind up my brain I’m unlocking
Time for some change rearrange where we’re walking
I said what I said bitch and now I’m done talking

Astral Projecting in The Middle of Nowhere

Prod. Sphynx 
Track 6 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
Bitch I do it for the days, aye
Screaming fuck all of the hate

I do it for the days I was tryna find myself
Mind was pulsating with rage, I felt like somebody else
I was tryna turn a page, put a new book on the shelf
I was tryna save myself break out a cage without no help
This life is hell
I just thought I was bout to fail
Lil bitch I ain’t been doing well
The time move slower than a snail
I’m smoking reefer you can tell by the smell
I’m only calm when I inhale 
(Fuck, spark up)
Said only calm when I inhale
But that becomes a problem when my highs become my lows
You know that it’s not helping when the cons outweigh the pros
And my body barely working, stuck in silence and I’m froze
Every thought I have is hurting, what’s my purpose, no one knows
Every time I light the blunt up I just suffer through my woes
Console full of marijuana, pocket full of Marlboro’s
Smoke keep clouding up my mind and ash keep dirtying my clothes
Laying in my bed at night it feel like I might decompose
I’ll know that it’s not real love when they start hitting my phone
Back since I was real young I done spent my life alone
I would rather be secluded than become another clone
I would rather keep an open mind than be another drone
These people walk around with fucked up morals, bad intentions
Every room I walked into I felt intense amounts of tension
Tried to talk about my life but it felt like no one would listen
But I found out I could rap and my songs felt like my inventions
I started dropping tracks in middle school, got no support, just ridicule
Cause if it wasn’t sports that you were doing then it isn’t cool
I couldn’t make a difference, my existence felt so minuscule
Laying in them ditches, mind was drowning in a swimming pool
I made it super far from where I started, gained some distance
I kept my head up, stacked my bread up got about my business
I do it for the days nobody else was there to listen
I do it for the days my mind was stuck inside a prison

For the Days

Prod. Sphynx
Track 7 from The Other Side of Despair 
Lyrics:
Take a look inside my mind
And look at how I spend my time
Rapping and getting high
I’m watching days pass me by
And I don’t know why
Everything they said was lies
To cloud our minds
And build dependency for dollar signs
The ones we idolize are fraudulent like some white collar crimes
I’m coming on the rise, I’m on some shit to leave em all surprised
Once I put the blueprint I designed and plan that I devised 
In action I’ll be analyzed and advertised and never satisfied

Wake up in the morning feeling depressed as ever (Fuck)
I’m doing all I can but I can’t feel any better
(Like what the fuck)
I can barely feel, that’s why I dance with the devil
But I still go in the studio no one’s on my level (My level)

I got this technique it’s just immortal (Immortal)
Tryna check me while I’m walking through a portal (A portal)
I’m neck deep in the bills, no I can’t be cordial (Can not be)
And next week I’m chasing thrills cause I’m still a mortal
Bitch

The Mourning

Prod. Sphynx
Track 9 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
Back in business with a mission Ima make it happen 
Wonder what I would be doing if I wasn’t rapping
9-5’s with a false image man I can’t imagine
Saw some problems in my life I had to take some action

Gotta keep my peace, I can’t let this industry ruin me
They play 2 sides, telling lies it ain’t cool to me
Kick back with the team, scheming, rocking jewelry
I got my guard up, no one can make a fool of me
(Can’t make a fool of me)

I watch the sunset on the roof
Smoke a blunt while I sit and ponder the truth
Locked in in the booth cause I don’t wanna lose
I can do whatever the fuck that I wanna do
Distancing my self protecting my energy
Delivering hell to enemies
Glow shimmering it’s an entity
Flickering light for my killer weed 
Once I hit it I’ll be up in the stars tonight
6 planets in a row and they all align 
6 hours from my home I can’t fall behind
Bitch I don’t want none of you hoes I want dollar signs
Yeah

I can’t let this industry ruin me
They play 2 sides, telling lies it ain’t cool to me
Kick back with the team, scheming, rocking jewelry
I got my guard up, no one can make a fool of me

Possessing Peace

Prod. Sphynx 
Track 10 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
I’m taking over the game I’m making my name known
For those who thought I couldn’t do all of this shit on my own
I came from the lowest of lows 
I built myself up to the top and learned how to grow
And never show any signs of a hoe inside of my soul
Ain’t signing my soul you already know I do it independent 
Let my pendant show, chain froze
Dope clothes head to toe 
Dope grows by the bow
Aim poles at my foes
And you ain’t really making all these hits like me
Bitch I’m stepping out the crib in a fresh white tee
20 nights in the ward, 8 of them I go to sleep
They tried and realized they can’t institutionalize me 
They thought I was crazy, maybe well at least I ain’t lazy
Try avoiding what you need to pay me you’ll be pushing daisies 
DJ didn’t play me he’ll be spinning til he’s pushing 80
Fuck serving a QP daily music’s all I’m pushing lately
They can hate all that they want but it won’t stop me 
At the end of the day they still all watch me
Fuck the boys who ain’t tryna make a change
I’m making noise everyday on my Instagram page
Back in the day I was so afraid to show my face
Worried about the hate and what they would say
I did that shit anyway
And I got plenty of hate, and I still do to this day
You gotta understand it’s just another part of the game
Bitch I ain’t in it for fame
Shit I’m just glad that I came
You little fuck boys are lame
Can’t talk about shit but my name
Bitch I got plenty of the aim and the reach
That ARP got hella range I let it bang in the street 
I can’t record my shit for free, you gotta pay for the feat
The Other Side of Despair, it’s not the same as defeat bitch
The Other Side of Despair, it’s not the same as defeat
And at the end of the day it’s just me vs me

On The Other Side

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