My shot at Indigo Stella's track Bang Bang. Wrote and Recorded this in 45 minutes.  #BANGBANG #Bangbang #INDIFAM #INTERSTELLA

Lyrics:

My feat tread heavy in 018,
Hermes diction on every page
You and your goons,
Me and my villians,
Fork on the road, we don't choose the same.

Go ghost at the night I've appa-risen. (apparition)
Nasa mission when you put me in playlist. 
Don't blame me when I cause fission. 
I'm the type nigga to modestly body everything, you think you flexing? Call me carnivore whore the body count impressive. 

Rap better when having 1000cc's I ingested. 
Fuck, what'd they call the adreline I administered
7 c4's and break the bank when I get relevant.
Damned if I pop, and it's some drama I could lessen my concerns and not the sweat in my efforts. 
Oxymoron though, I could do this in my sweatshirt
I'm enigmatic so don't C4 my next hit, this is heist shit.

Indigo Stella - Bang Bang ft. T.R.I. (Prod. by Castro)

Yesterday was my birthday so this is in celebration of that. The runway to my debut.

Lyrics:

They said I'm only worth a couple thousands
Now I'm dreaming bout Bugatti's yuh
here to get the party started, here to get the party wocky
Couple bands on me, I don't do shit for free
Not a "welcome home" _ I ain't here to staying a starving artist.
Yeah I'm held up plotting, the flock here launching yeah
She fiend to touch the sky I don't need her in my life yet yeah
We don't bet for nonsense, exposure don't deposit
Cultivate a following promenade like pac did yeah

[Verse 1]

My pockets are flat and I tussle with that. Will I end up on TV's and shows
I temper This track little hustle I have. Will I link up with Kenny and Cole
It's a start of journey. I mustered the courage shit _ will I have platinum sold
I peak as the sauce and I think like boss. I can see how the money will fold
I have a dream I don't need a glock
I staple my heart to my wrist
I have a dream I might cop a glock
And I'll get the fuck out this bitch
 it ain't bout yo team, then how can you dream
And think about getting the gifts
But really it's me, I turn 21
I'm opening all of the rifts

[Verse 2]

Look
We don't speak
... My shit what a widow needs
... She on red bottoms in a 2jz
... Supreme with the V and her beehive fiends
I Snipe when I clock _ this shot too clean
You-don't smoke driftwood not a high you need
Bitch _ I stay afloat, add the 0's G
All this weight I make weightless. Callous teeth
I got it the grill before I even turned young 13

Terribly talented 
I'm solid with skill
If iron sharpens iron
Then my conglomerates king of the hill
I still got a lot to accomplish
Amongst other shit I abolish
Example not matching the brawl with the talk shit
Or move like I used to do block hits

Th£y $Aid

Just a citizen that wants to speak.

Lyrics:

We are not revolutionaries or messiahs
We are people that you failed
We are dreamers that prevail
We are vision of our prequels that wish we could see an ale
As drink to taste to life rather then drink to drown our wailes
Huh
Bullshit intelligence how far the people came
All that talk that you been doing is damage control
Like we walking with cane
Struggle in life, I live a life in light of problems
That Roadblock my thoughtz
The rubble is right in front, inspite of cries applied
We pick our lives up
We don't need you as a matter of
Let that simmer as food for thought
Food for y'all, food that kick hard like dynamite
And truth that judo a tooth out the midas mouth
How much value do the speeches hold
Politics religions gone south
the TV shows don't choose remotes
 So don't click the claim that don't even vouch
We pay for false promises now
Damn me for abandoning doubt
On the streets seeing everything out
And all the people getting big with their mouths
While people desperate for an action route
So they take and take  until their hands
Can feel a weight that shift off the backs
We're criminals now?

We are not enemies of state, we are victims
You are not people at stake, not even benefactors
Not even members of actuals, not even people that have to go
Through middle class active roles, y'all just actors in parliament reality shows
Show me the proof of plan that could get us out of this mess
And I don't mean to be the guy, that's asking all of these questions
But if it ain't a quest for you, then for us, we know not to stress this
Remove yourself from all the power, and take all of your friends with

We do not need you as a matter of fact
We stuck with you, just to clarify
The women stuck with us are terrified
We failed them, and we failed ourselves
We are frail men with non frail hells
But this rnp action is inaction itself
But the road to healing is paved with our hells

I mean this as much as I mean my views
Fuck everybody that stole from the people that rused
Other people that suffer from the people that looted
Everything from us and thought that the world was stupid
We stupid now?

No WaterTankz

She'z a Mystery (Prod By Eros)

A couple of long hours yeah. I stole the baton. From the Soil to the Universe.

Lyrics:

Loki on this relay
Quad-state on so called wav.
Infinite vigor, I run and make a couple "shift-shapes"
If I was God deception, I'd perfect, 
not wear on my face
The agency of my best plays
I'd run for all my cadres
4 versions of my sonnets
They not confessions from the devils that I dictate
But all you'd have access to is meticulous implicated
But by time that you face it
I did what Usain did
And put it on double whenever he run, 
4 time the Virgil sum.
Dim sum a figure I digest but salivate my main run
I meant to say that all I aim is murking all the stagers
I stay appraised but baby I don't confiscate single fucks
Stay up late, 4 A M
I king-slay the more, the more
I Kincaid, I cause a warp in 3 A's, 
I do distort with 3 "Aye's"
Reppin for all, local greats
I wear a ring for each Babe, They lark Voorhees with the face
The figures vary cause I'm a nigga with platinum taste
Oh baby you think a squid ward can make a cartier
Bitch nigga you ain't Drake, 
the pen expensive, but when you landed
You sounded the same
Okay? Okay just know we not on the same page
Okay okay okay its
Bombs over baghdad
I'm lucky living where I don't hear gats do so much pap pap
But that don't mean you could leave with iPhone without a stab stab
Oh fuck now I'm just ramb rambling 
Bodega out 2018 we recognize the vision
A virgin to commercial rap but now I make incisions
I hoist up a flag and toast maglera for north west
But know I lunge a bullet in the chests of every Veteran
Best of them dying far from last
I gut them and pile em in displays for all masses to touch the glass in shock and awe and shiver when they pass
By my shadow, I maybe I kid that never had to sell the grass
But hood is hood.
SOIL!!! 
I lil nas triple X fuck the beat
Okay, okay okay, okay
Separate in two groups
The real niggas from fufus
From the soil, now I gun more for the truth truth
I dream for coup, coup detat gainst the old heads
With a rah rah, that died out when they haha'd at the state rap and the art, are you gonna argue with a rah jewel
When I rhazal ghul whoop you with a 1, 2 
I came with a grenade, not a young plate. With the fine babes with the colour grades of  black and brown shades
I didn't come to game
Oh shit
I'm disgusting with the rhymes that I came with in the first place bitch

Rap Relay (T.R.I. Remix)

Gearing up for all my release this year. Some shit about the fugazi on this record.

I finished this single yesterday

Lyrics:

Chorus:
I don't see a steering wheel behind this shotgun
But that's cool that's cute, you wanna feel like you t called them
You can claim a lot just know before, that I unplugged them
You the loudest in the room but you work is hollow. Got me saying

Verse 1:
The proudness in that rowdy shit you do 
Can't really phase a nigga
Even if you thinking it's your truth
Can't really hate demeanor
I been lame but I don't like the frame of how that shit goes
But looking at these laaities 
What's really in their psychie
Fake niggas is fake niggas that remain with all that pimp shit
You know that shit they frat boys say, throwing around that simp shit
Tryna get giddy then frame it like you not fibby but really ain't been link with the ability of being straight with them
I'm ain't sorry 

Verse 2:
Loud niggas wanna claim
Loud niggas, wanna reign
Loud niggas wanna crowd control with no stake
Aroused but never getting to the crepe
A slut for clout, you getting to the pancakes
Amazing, I know I'm shaming but what is the aim that was framed in your head
Is you a lame nigga, thinking chess

Is you a lame bum, having dames stumped tuh
Don't take me serious, take me as a death note, you the shook bum bruh
I take the paint and vandalize with a self portrait on every building side, why niggas having Renaissance fairs bout niggas they lowkey despise

Outro:
immortalise in an empty building
With elevated ceilings, and 
decoratives make for a Milly
That's free press, I don't pay rent for this

Had me Like (Prod By Skybeats)

I bet you'd love how I'm turning out

[lyrics]

[Chorus 1]

I bet you love how I'm turning out
I put my ego on my chest and let the cubes drip down
I bet you fiending for a slice, how this ain't none bout
Blind charities, the fair in me don't stress about these 

[Verse 1]

Hermes diction on every page
You and your goons,
Me and my villians,
How you gonna play
Whipping em sleepers
Living in the deep ends
It's the woo season
This some shit that you can't tame
This some shit that you can't waste
But this heat just something like foreplay
4-4-4 ways this can go, and all of them the outcome where you humble yourself, I got a Villianous portray 
It's a feast It's buffete
Don't be surprised why I'm an idol
For my practice I gave it my whore play
I'm with it all, I'm a slut
I vindicate, I'm robust
This more then passion, this a lust
I'm not impressed with my ways
I gotta run up the plays
I gotta put on the ace
Above my crown black berets

[Chorus 2]

I bet you love how I'm turning out
I put my ego on my chest and let the cubes drip down
I bet you fiending for a slice, how this ain't none bout
Blind charities, the fair in me don't stress about these

[Verse 2]

Step back
Niggas finna aim with Mac Mac, if it ain't with the gun, its best with sling shot, brick, stick, knives energy like slipknot
Slip my portion in a pot, let my patnas feast but I don't let it seem like they eat like they owe me
OG's got they're bets on Plat piece
Shiiit anything I touch adopt a new feature, high grade bbl
In this bitch and this track can't wait to get thicker
I can't wait to have shawties in multiple figures
I can't wait to have lifestyles that 
probably got me on anti-depressants
More then it me have in better conditions
 but higher numbers on the ratio
I aiming forward while I'm passing through
The movement in my hood don't recognize you
Northside on promosa, Ima smooth glider
Riders on the storm, hell demeanor on idle
You can't take the make-up we crystallized our promise 

[Chorus 3]

I bet you love how I'm turning out
(I bet you love how I'm turning out)
I put my ego on my chest and let the cubes drip down
(The gold gonna flow down)
I bet you fiending for a slice, how this ain't none bout
(Hoe this not what it's all about) 
Blind charities, the fair in me don't stress about these
(I don't wanna stress about)

Who'sT.R.I.