Produced @iMech
Mixed @MixedbyKanino
Recorded @BloodJuiceStudios


Lyrics

they rapping bout racks from the packs we give them, 
we only rapping bout facts so half our boys in prison, 
if the ops chat then we backin out the smithen, 
won’t sign no contract if we ain’t talkin millys then we rip them, 
where comin for the till so cops trynna make a deal, 
all they wanna hear is drill time to show them who is real, chasin dolla bills until we runnin up a mill, 
gang gon pop ya like a pill,
don’t need to show you how it feels,

ADD think I give a fuck if cunts hate me, 
young g rhymes spreading like an STD, 
AFP wonder why they suspect me and TB, 
taking off no AMG can’t wait until they free my g, 
DTF but they don’t know me, 
so it’s DTB but I still hit three, 
step so clean ops can’t compete, 
flops try repeat but you can’t fake steeze, 

family feuds ain’t no area beef, 
fuck with my crew and we’ll put you to sleep, 
don’t chat to the blues cause we come from the street, 
our boys on the news cause we come for the sheets, 
shot a gun when I was eight, 
young with hunger on my plate, 
always had an appetite for steak, 
stacking up my cream piece of cake, 
no better feelin gettin paid, 
eatin good and gettin laid, 
it’s make or brake while they just fake, 
can’t take a brake I’m chasin fate

No Contract

Produced @prodeliot
Mixed @fcl.fels
Recorded @fcl.fels


Lyrics

she knows it’s too late 
said she wants my love too fake
probably thinks I got a new mate
I’m just busy working on my tunes babe
before it’s too late
shed tears when we heard the news you know the go it’s fuck the blues
been years bros still facing more then two so take me back to my youth
miss just splitting balls on a plate
now it’s visits in them cells never late
and they listing all our calls on a date

moving weight who say
cause they got no proof touché
hate what we do but still play cliché
hate on the yout “HAHA” like who they,
beat the odds Tjay 
been getting hate as you do just making moves with the crew
been getting paid for my tunes but still ain’t focused on the views
miss just braking laws with my mates
now your in them walls counting days 
waiting on the courts to set a date

Too Late

Produced @JuniQuickly
Mixed @ScratchMixedIt
Recorded @fcl.fels


Lyrics

never thought I’d say I’m sick of counting racks,
never call unless they need I’m sick of bouncing packs,
trynna clean my money not just rap,
find it funny how the other side cap,
send them back that’s a fact,
we them lads that never lack, 
crews got toys make noise like a elephant, 
we ain’t criminals for the hell of it, 
snakes throw subliminals irrelevant, 
now they wanna know me cause I’m relevant,
conspiracies they just ain’t got no evidence,
wont leave a trace we let it pop for a kay like flock,
wont catch a case so if they chase we don’t stop,
they can’t replace us come like aces we won’t drop,
they can’t erase us come like races we’re on top,

never hide we make our packs go invisible, 
they don’t ride pull up and there not visible,
other side takin Ls but act like their invincible, 
no phones on the glide so evidence is inconvincible, 

you know I’d die for my art we never lie in our bars,
so don’t try reach our mark or imitate cause you can’t, 
rising up like the stars and light em up like cigars,
strike them out like guitars if they pull up in cars,
told you what I did when I was eight only young and let it bang, 
it was only fate that I turned sixteen with the gang,
saving money never nothing on my plate and now I’m always at the bank, 
funny how they think they can relate ain’t COD so don’t test my rank,
sleeping on the coach to see my five eight miss my g no debate

Conspiracies

Produced @juniquickly

Lyrics

Watch me chart like Jay Z
Hate me
But I got heart they rate me
A-League
Putting on for my city lately 
Getting plays interstate ain’t change me
That’s what made me

They saying that I dropped too soon
500 off of YouTube for a few views 
Who knew
Just hit up iMech for a new tune
Rhyming until I’m in a blue coupe
That’s new 
Living private until we got a pilot to fly with
Defiant one day we’ll be the finest just time it
I don’t wanna die but our lives oh so violent 
So keep your eyes shut or keep your silence 
I don’t wanna cry but all the guys in confinement 
Lips tied shut we can’t hide from indictments 
They can’t live like us
We just high like the climate 
Until we shine like our diamonds

Watch me chart like Jay Z
Hate me
But I got heart they rate me
A-League
Putting on for my city lately 
Getting plays interstate ain’t change me
That’s what made me

That’s what made me
Putting pain into pages
Now they rate me
I’ll put the gang on the stages
How they hate me
Getting plays in the cages
Flow go bang 
Make you feel it like a gauge kick
Show no face
Still make it on you playlist
So so bait
all they got is allegations

A League

Produced @imech
Engineered @fcl.fels

Lyrics

We was on the road like Mobil
coming from no hope but flows still
hungry for the dough like oatmeal 
it’s a fact that we too bad 
stay strapped like tupac 
step and shoot back or they better move back
who that with them new raps that so real
true fact we some villains might just blow steel
get your wacked or leave dripping like a hose reel 
remember when we did it for our own meal
this is for the members gonna flip it like a dope deal 

Tell em it’s a brake through 
cause they know 
if they block the road we brake through 
and we won’t spoke
cause we got loads that’s why they caged you
you know the go we gotta change routes 
so I’m writing flows until we change views 
true status and our bank green 
made it from the grey streets 
might catch us up in Hay Street 
didn’t add up when we made Ps
had to flush it in the main streets
funny got her blushing but she said she hate Gs

Really from the street
playing games with D’s 
got them chasing so we racing like the beat
in the station 
ain’t saying names like please 
or writing statements
we ain’t changing why they caging the geez 
staying to the code 
we ain’t saying what we know 
got nothing from our phones
so they bugging all our homes
staying to the code 
we ain’t saying what we know 
got nothing from our phones
so they bugging all our homes

Mobil

Produced @imech
Engineered @fcl.fels

Lyrics 

Get you chopped like vocals we don’t do threats  
known for 2 steps in bootleg 
we too fresh like new creps
seen death and rocks like Opal 
gonna make it out I’m hopeful
so I’m making sounds I won’t chill
till our bank accounts are so full
old school chasing paper
roll filled blazing flavours
probably think it’s from Jamaica 
done drills when yous in blazers
spun pills to get paid up straight up
so real and we never changed up 

Told her listen to the beat 
now she stripping for the g 
way she look could be flipping in the street
got me tripping when I speak 
she said I’m drippy to my feet 
wants the villain got me feeling like a king
all these fiddies I’m still chilling outta town
it was Lizzy now we busy till we see Charles think it’s pretty in my city you ain’t been round
we got sticks if you ain’t with me better bounce
we got stones but we can’t go to the pound
cause we might never make it out

Looks like imech flipped it
I been rhyming for a minute
can’t lie you push the limit
get me writing till it’s finished 
all the clubs will know our lyrics
we’re thugs but still got spirit 
why she liking when we spin and
wants to pipe to my unwrittens

Old School

Produced @imech
Engineered @fcl.fels

Lyrics

Electronic heads poppin,
So chronic feds watchin,
We just tell em no comment,
Next topic we got drums in the base
runts to the face guns in the place 
will get you spun like a tape
so please don’t run to the po po
that’s no no like low blows
want us in their photos 
but don’t know we’re loco 
trapped in like snow globes broke homes 
trapping out that homegrown 
that’s it 
now he grown from his own flows
don’t row no boats all they do is showboat
don’t know we
so road flown loads don’t need to show boats
so dope blown smoke so we don’t phone
better off or dnd
we got the drop like dnb
we got the rocks like pnb
so we don’t stop at bnbs

Electronic heads poppin,
So chronic feds watchin,
We just tell em no comment,
Next topic need some reefer hits 
of Khalifa Mints or I’m eating trips
they ride on the beat or biting their bars,
I’m writing to sleep but my lines in the dark,
They rip from my vines but I don’t sip wine
So quick with my rhymes but I don’t sniff lines
We just mark it on the market 
Like I’m parking with the martians 
Cause our margin is the largest
Miss the whole crew 
Told you we the target
We some soldiers 
But ain’t folding like the last did 
So fuck the old blue
We’ll be sparking olden gaskets
Till we’re marching golden caskets

Khalifa Mints

Produced @imech
Engineered @fcl.fels

Lyrics

Rap about waps a catastrophe 
it’s blasphemy she wanna clap on me
but baby let me tell you naturally 
no scarred faces like Pacino 
but early days seen brown 
and outta town and all I seen was kilos
i ain’t even twenty two
but we got guns with twenty twos 
and I ain’t even check the boot
but we seen tonnes and plenty lose
think we ducks and they the goose
but it was luck they got the crew 
so when I say stuff in the booth 
can’t give up any clues

It’s feeling like a stakeout
cause if they don’t free bro 
might have to brake out
we got snow but never froze 
when the jakes out
they want more then our kush to take out 
but we dont beat around the bush or fake out
never stopping till i’m topping all the charts
till they rocking with my art
keep it locked in all I drop is from the heart
flows so sharp labels watching like a shark
but we show no love ain’t signing cause we up

Fuck new friends only want new skengs
two friends now im trynna find the loser 
new ends but still come through in a cruiser
don’t need to mention names to prove that
had to cut off snakes and your Medusa 
leave you bruised up for trynna tax my lines
woulda lent you that till you stepped out of line
don’t need to prove that we got nines
but what’s to lose if they won’t free the guys
probably hate me too if I could see me shine

XXII

Produced @imech
Engineered @fcl.fels

Lyrics

Ever since I dropped no contract 
girls begging for my contact
back then they didn’t contact 
that’s when I fell in love with bags 
bait when I spell it out in raps 
but hate the smell around the trap
got all this weight up on my back
to put our name up on the map
we’re just way too real too lag
so I can’t wait until your back 
we can’t miss we drop tracks
and making hits they want that
we can’t miss we drop tracks
and making hits they want that

Two faced new faces since I dropped too late
still mates switch places better watch too fake
real stakes no brakes 
ain’t no option I can’t stop it 
took a loss to be a boss and
I ain’t dropping like an auction
only rocking with my set 
tell them lot to pay respect
deposit cashing checks 
we got a plot to be the best
only rocking with my set 
tell them lot to pay respect
deposit cashing checks 
we got a plot to be the best

Spent a long time climbing 
way before I spun long timin’
spent all this time rhyming 
and gliding on beats 
took a while to see
that these crimes in the street 
wont build a life for my seed
mentally need therapy 
got done at seventeen with seventy grams
built my own legacy it left me with a penalty 
destinies of felonies 
I’ll brake the pedigree before they sentence me
they’ll have to bury me

No Contact II

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