KYLE TYPE BEAT 2016!!!  "SiLvEr PlAtTeR"

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I ain't passin

- WRITTEN AND PRODUCED BY YOURS TRULY
- MIXED BY DYLAN ROCHE

Lyrics:

This Ain’t even All I got got
Poppin like a pop rock
People say they non stop
Make me laugh haha
They know how to talk talk
I know how to walk walk
Cookin like a crock pot
I just want a drop top

Step back when I rap 
Shakalaka boom 
Gas in my hand and my
Drama on the moon
Big boy now I’m 
Out the house soon
Runnin from my problems
So I want a lot of room

My car goes vroom vroom
I’m hard at work
house feel like a new tomb
Start that hearse
Thoughts so doom gloom 
Heart that’s pure
Lobby gon blow up
Mark my words

ya boy is 18
thats crazy to me
no babies or rabies just ADDD
thats too many D's
the navy at sea
let ya'll down like I belay for the team

Homies only want me for the crib
Niggas only love me for the whip
Maybe I’m just too sensitive
The new homies love checking in

My real ones neglected
They think I forgot
But I’ve never been fake
So saved them a spot
Too dedicated to think 
I should stop
I got my crew
But the world is my squad

(Chorus)
Notebook filled with doodles
The Finals gone be brutal
I got no sleep, but I got good eats
Cause I got some ramen noodles

(Verse 2)
Too hype to stay down
Too nice to hate now
Too fried from school I’m just two nights from breakdowns
I make some great sounds
I made a tape wow
Seven world wonders, I guess that it’s eight now

Use it, abuse it
Fuck around and loose it
How the fuck a brother gonna make it off of music
Practice, rappin
A little bit of magic
Boutta make a wish like the black rap Aladdin 

Blow up on accident
Act like I planned it
Home alone doing shows like it happened
Going hard  on the thought of me rappin
Wit chance and gambino
Or dreamville I’m laughin 

Champagne glass and in sippin
JUICE
Wanna be the best never settle for 
TWO
Only want money, my homies and
FOOD

Ramen Noodles

Bad Drugs (feat. Domino)

WRITTEN, PRODUCED, AND MIXED BY YOURS TRULY

things a buick and your girlfriend have in common:
- looks the same as the rest but you swear it’s special
- one solid shape
- probably more expensive than you'd like
- will leave if you don't have enough money
- can fit atleast five guys inside

LYRICS:

[Chorus]
Blue suede shoes that I’m rockin on my feet
Workin on a dub I’m a stranger to defeat
I stopped goin hard cause no one could compete
And Everybody on my team an mvp
Got Jerry curls, lookin like a brother wit a mullet
Maybe I should stick wit my hat Issa bucket
Ima real swell guy, yes women they love it
Y’all other dudes squares like ya nicknames punnent

[1st Verse]
Oh shit!
Ya boys back hotter than the stove is
Cookin up like the beat was frozen
The booth too hot nobody goes in
Walk in talkin loud like I ain’t notice
Don’t interrupt me, bitch ima Poet
Can’t visit if the door ain’t open
I don’t even let the mother fuckin hoes in

Ya see
Life’s likes a Sandwhich
I’m going ham and yessir some cheddar
Makin me cheese
could go bannanas
Dont know I haven’t? young buck’s a nut
But that’s how he eats
if you like me then you’ll never be full
Some niggas beef like they fed up wit bulls
meant to say cows but it’s really whatever
It’s harder to think when I’m Hungry as ever

But ya know how it is up in west Wayne
I make soundcloud rap a little less lame
I could be rich as shit wit all the times I get played
Then again I’ll be big by the next tape

Why?
Bitch Cause I said ima do it
Don’t doubt me it makes ya look stupid
fig Newton
And ya girlfriend built like a Buick

[2nd verse]
Blue suede shoes yeah he got the mojo
Everybody know that they want it
Got the new kicks and he rock the whole show
Everybody ask where he got it
They treat him like a sneaker head prophet
Every show the same damn topic
Is it from Sweden,
Korean?
Museum
Or neiman?
A demon
Adidas?
Or Jesus?
I need it!

Run run runnin like a mother fucker stealing
If I’m tryna spark an L then I don’t gotta face my feelings
Alright that’s cool but a little bit worrying
I think I’m boutta fold like a god damn accordion
My lifes a cartoon
flint stones but blacker
Wish I was the avatar
Byson flyin at ya
big big fan of havin
wind kick ass and haven’t
Been in traffic
A Yip yip yaba daba

Blue Suede

a depressing ass song with a hype ass beat

WRITTEN, PRODUCED, AND MIXED BY YOURS TRULY

LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
My pops is prolly missin me
My brother look like mister clean
My homies talkin mad shit
I think they need some listerine
My future feels like history
I got myself a mystery
Focused on the music how come
All my friends want nicotine

don’t give a damn
Get the spray and a paper towels it hit the fan
Be mad at me, happened after I didn’t plan
My talent is actin like I’m a different man
Well actually actually

Maybe I’ll get lucky and
Drop the fuck dead
I was dropped on the head
By the doctor on set 
Now my thoughts are indented
They thought I would be a menace
Cause every time that I spoke
I breath fire and it start spreading

No diploma, Went to college
How that work? Beyond my knowledge
Now that words have got me hot as
Shit I’m worried ima fall off

Bitch I’m sturdy like a house of cards
Verses got a thousand bars
And Every time I walk on stage I’m 
burried by a loud aplause

said hello can ya hear me?
if ya can, can you tell me whats the plan?
I mean i think I’ve gotten pretty good at winging it
But sometimes I just wanna know where I can land

(Chorus)
Got
My
Self
in a little situation
I need a vacation
But I don’t even
Got 
the time
or wealth
So I’ll work with what I got
Mcguiver on the spot


(Verse)
Ima be dripped out
House gon be fixed wow
Bank account was 0
But I Brought it up to six now
Ima be the big dog
ima be a big hound
Hope that I ain’t big talk
Or ima be the big clown

Worried when I
skipped math class
But Them niggas can kiss my ass
Don’t even care if pass
I'm still gon have the last laugh
im still gon 
Make money
Rise up
Show y’all that I got it
Help people
Save the world
And I could do it all from my closet

Spent my whole life pleasing people but I really had to stop it
Glad Im done with taking orders, sad I always loose at bop it
Gotta say, I’m still the kid that wishes he was in the comics 
Difference is that when I save a chick we doing more than talkin

I just
Procrastinated thinkin I ain’t good enough
Whoaaa
But it caught up to me to bad I couldn’t run 
Goooo
I wanna rap but don’t think that I’m hood enough
Noooooo
Can’t fake it til I make it I ain’t lookin tuff
Ohhhhhh

i'm plannin like i'll make it
I'll wing it if I don't
I think that rappin' bout my feeling
will make me famous but it wont (x2)

[Breakdown]
GOT
MY
SELF
IN A LITTLE SITU-
I DON'T EVEN
GOT
THE TIME
OR WEALTH
SO I'LL WORK WITH WHAT 
WORK WITH WHAT I (x4)

Macgyver

"From the lobby to the penthouse, you seein'  what we dreamt now"

purpose.

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