Anything 4 Me

Play It Off

ILLUSIONS OF YOU

Lyrics 

Damn
I think this is 
Homicide of the history 
(What are you working on?) 
Yeah 
R.I.P to all them rappers out there

Look, huh 
Nigga I’m running this, all dem boys are my scholars 
I’m bagging this shits bout to drop
I got lil niggas they fixin their collars 
My nigga we runnin the mix
I feed all my haters my songs like a fix 
They came around carryin a tec
I came around killin them rappers with hits 
The flyest lil boys ain’t really a threat, huh 
My verse got em trippin like they on a sweat
This game ain’t too graphic(damn) 
These rappers they doing all poorly 
They all doing tragic
My nigga your girl she might fuck with my raps 
We at, this shit like elections
The first party is hennessy, we pourin the mix 
My sneakers got smudges I rub’em 
Ironically steppin you niggas 
I kill all you niggas this time ain’t the kicks
Woah 

(Woah)
Run it, run it, run it, run it, 
Run it, run it, run it, look 
Run it, run it, run it, run it 
Run it, run it, run it, look 
Run it, run it, run it, run it 
Run it, run it, run it, look 
Run it, run it, run it, run it 
Run it, run it, run it 

Yeah 
We aint runnin no more 
We chasing the game & we stacking our pockets, okay
we goin like all the way up 
On God almight 
back in the cut and I’m loosing my sight 
I’m loosing my mind
grabbing like 10 000 millies & hunnids & baddies
shoot on these niggas like Steph 
Talkin no English man abloh ain’t less 
I ain’t settle for less 
I settle the score 
Hit on these niggahs like straight to the core
I promised my momma I swore 
bringing yo shawty she liking it raw 
She acting naive, I ignore
(niggas ain’t cut from the jungle we ain’t hearing em roar) 

Run it, run it, run it, run it, 
Run it, run it, run it, look 
Run it, run it, run it, run it 
Run it, run it, run it, look 
Run it, run it, run it, run it 
Run it, run it, run it, look 
Run it, run it, run it, run it 
Run it, run it, run it 

Huh, look, look, look 
Who ever be rapping before or right after
Just tell them I'm sorry I gotta kill up the shooter 
You talk about drip put three of my boys like a triangle your flow gets lost in Bermuda 
I ain't the type just to speak on this things 
If I speak on this shit it gotta be about mula 
Hit 2 of my killers they asking if you wanting a movie our cameras don't mind just to start up the shooting 
He said he got 2 stripes on the boy I hit 3 on his chest and told him go mark with adidas 
I ain't the type just to air shit out with you boys
You forgetting I'm the reason you breathing 
I’m turning the beat into a ritual for all of these rappers 
Its tough if you say his the goat 
He be the type just to raise up a war in the dark 
I hit my boys and I tell them let's go 
Runnit

Run it, run it, run it, run it, 
Run it, run it, run it, look 
Run it, run it, run it, run it 
Run it, run it, run it, look 
Run it, run it, run it, run it 
Run it, run it, run it, look 
Run it, run it, run it, run it 
Run it, run it, run it

Young Tiddle, Pink Sweetss, Yurri.boy.toxic - RUN IT

As I am slowly being forced to step into myself once again. I'm haunted by  mirrors in any room, any store, any face that visibly sees a ghost when they see me. Reflections that constantly put me in deep self introspection to show me who am I by contrasting who was or maybe who i was potraited to be. as I step into favor once more I hope to uphold my standing in a more respectable manner. All in the name of YHWH. I finally know who I am. 

do you?


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YDK me

Deviate (feat. Unknown B)

Kehlani ate this track up.
I naturally had to do my own take + its been entirely too long since the last drop 💎 

'folded4u' - a Kehlani rework. 
Out Now ✨ 

luv y'all 4eva. 💞

Available on Bandcamp 🏕️: https://ave4.bandcamp.com/track/folded4u

Free Download

Folded4U

This ain’t just a freaky love song.
It’s a whole-ass altar with a bassline.

Jorge, you walked into my life so soft, so safe, so ready…
I folded for you in ways I never thought I could.

You’re the only one I let see me silent.
The only one I don’t fight.
You got me out of character, robe off, jaw locked,
crown on the nightstand like it knew better.

This song is a devotional.
An NSFW prayer.
A thank-you letter to God and to you…
for making my body feel like home again.

You everything I prayed for.
And I mean everything.



King To A Ace.mp3

Young Tiddle