BrothaTea:
 
I’m only seventeen 
But 
My father raised a king 
And
A generous kid
Say please and thanks for everything.
I harbor a dream that could change my life.
If I had some recognition I could climb to the sky.
I Devour the challenges 
Throw my anger aside.
While I throw on a mask and pass every class that I have
I’m a smart ass,
hard ass working young man.
So I just go along 
And stick to the plan.

Don’t understand 
Why everything’s so complicated
My alter egos taking over 
Feel discombobulated
Got me counting all the times that I got so aggravated
The stupid shit that I deal with 
Got me thinking.
Why the fuck am I waiting?
I said fuck being basic.

Living in a camper with my dog and my father
Wants me to be a scholar
No blue collar 
Kicking back in Bahamas 
Plenty wrists full of watches
And sipping Pina Colada’s
Dripping fendi and Prada
While we be counting the commas.

Mofos act smart cuz they stupid,
I’m ruthless.
Only stating facts, 
Not assuming.
I’m brewing, 
Tracks in my room,
Not a stew 
But I’m cruising.
Now I’m getting paid for my views
I feel boolish.


Like a old man got no patience
I be aggravated.
Cuz the rap games constipated 
So I’m steady waitin.

I’m a fat man 
Nagasaki imma blow up.
Search me up on google and my face is gonna show up.

Nagasaki Ft. King T (prod. ODDstatus)

Aye, Y’all Hear this boy this pussy got lips.
Fuck that pussy let the pussy get hit.
Aye-yo, I ain’t a blood or a crip but,
Imma make his body drop if he slips up.

Y’all Hear this boy this pussy got lips.
Fuck that pussy let the pussy get hit.
Aye-yo, I ain’t a blood or a crip but,
Imma make his body drop-drop-drop.

The pussy was purrrr-fect,
I made da bitch squirm like a worm ya dig.
She tell me I earned the shit,
I put in the hours and look what it did. 
This for my discernment.
They know I’ll be famous they watching the kid.
I’m waking up early, 
And forcing myself to go do it again.

Boondocks was a flop now they mad at me.
I took that shit down, it’s a travesty.
Imma take that crown, not a king to me.
Come and kiss my ass like a toilet seat.

Do you believe in god.
Do you really think you can deceive a god.
Hold up
Bitch you gon receive my wad.
Imma strike with a boom of the lightning rod.

Y’all Hear this boy this pussy gotta voice
Talkin all this shit get hit No choice bitch uh.
They already taking notes.
But they ain’t coming close,
Cuz ya brotha do the most.

I swear these kids big bitch made.
Teabag yo ass my dick hang.
12 gauge put stains in his Haynes.
Aye, I’m just playing games witcha brains.
You can say I changed but Ik I stayed the same. 
So fuck what you claiming.
Living in my shadow be forever till your famous.
How tf you hate when you bop to my playlist.
Cooped up and brainless,
Shoot but you aimless.
I walk my block with a doob and a stainless to prove that I claim this.
Kick back and blaze it.
I find it funny the hair on yo head like the hair on my raisins.

Imma big deal, watch tea do flips.
Livin’ right now, don’t do no scripts.
Imma tell you how you hit that shit.
Grip them hips and rip them lips.
Imma big deal, watch tea do flips.
Imma tell you how you drive that bitch.
Grip them hips and rip them lips,
I grip them hips and rip them lips.

Y’all Hear this boy this pussy got lips.
Fuck that pussy let the pussy get hit.
Aye yo I ain’t a blood or a crip but.
Imma make his body drop if he slips up.

Y’all Hear this boy this pussy got lips.
Fuck that pussy let the pussy get hit.
Aye yo I ain’t a blood or a crip but.
Imma make his body drop-drop-drop.

Lips (prod. HoodWil)

Wooo
Cant touch this
If you can’t fuck then suck this
Woah
Discussions
I end with all dis cussin
Like fuck it
I love how she tasting I’m putting my tongue in this bitch
I’m rubbing this bitch
I done perfected the way that I’m hitting the clit
Told her I’m a certified artist lil bitch

I got my doctor to search up my name and click on my picture
Said I’ll be famous
Picasso my idol I paint the whole picture
I got the sauce the biggest of dippers
These bitches be twerkin my dick gettin bigger
Yo bitch is jittered in glitter
Act nervous around me you don’t know I did her
The bro at the shop getchu chopped so I hang with the barber and roll with the clippers

I’m already up running holes through my sneakers
If this one blow up I be onto the leakers
Cop me a feature 
it’d be Justin Credible
No jewelery Im lookin presentable
Look tasty she fake tho inedible
If you are what you eating then I’d be a beat and you’d be out here hogging the vegetables

Dm me I got your respect
Gotta pic from your girl over text
Craving me daily I swear these bitches must be British
The bestest Tea a guy can buy out in Britain
Phones in the building
no-to-full service 
I’m spittin bars in em
More bars than a prison
On point like a prism 
Addicted to flexing
It runs through my genes like I’m denim

Wooo
Cant touch this
If you can’t fuck then suck this
Woah
Discussions
I end with all dis cussin
Like fuck it
I love how she tasting I’m putting my tongue in this bitch
I’m rubbing this bitch
I done perfected the way that I’m hitting the clit
Told her I’m a certified artist lil

Cant touch this
If you can fuck then suck this
Woah
Discussions
I end with all dis cussin
Like fuck it
I’m loving the way that I’m making it rain
I pulled out the magic stick and blew her brain
I’ll show you a magic trick David Blane

I’m high as a plane
I’m hot as the flame coming out of the tank of propane
Yo bitch say the same thing
I don’t owe these bitches a dam thing
I do what I want it’s my dam thing
I ball like I’m Pippen you ride men like Dennis
Yo dad raised a bitch that’s a dam shame
I ball like I’m Pippen you ride men like Dennis
Yo dad raised a bitch that’s a dam shame

Cant Touch This (prod. SAMAN)

Blue Benz 
A new friend
She live lavish

Burn burn burn
Yeah you burn burn burn burn 

Playing around from the get go
Tired of holding on time to let go
Living angel without a halo
Thinking I gave you up I said hell no

Burn burn burn 
Brighter than any fire
Your eyes get me higher 
I don’t need a lighter it’s a
bad habit to cast magic and laugh at it
Your pretty body can crack back n I have at it
Blue Benz
a new friend 
she live lavish 
We can go in the front seats 
or back cabin
Both hands on both hips
I’m back at it
Fiending for your body 
your cat scratches 
my backs had it

Stacking bricks like LEGO’s
hey yo
Run and make a quick flip for a bank roll 
Swerve Fast like Sueco’s tracks 
I hit 100 when I pass Imma a hole yuh
I could change tho
Show me different angles
I just wanna show you how I see you
An angel
Burn burn so bright 
for example
You light me up like a cave with a candle

She’s a 
Siren and Imma rake
I can hear her voice in my head it’s all fake
Baby I’ve been waiting on a text all day from you
Profile says single we can change it boo

But you playing around from the get go
Tired of holding on time to let go
Living angel without a halo
Thinking I gave you up I said hell no

Brighter Than Any Fire (Prod. Era)

Playing with hoes
When hearts get broke
Suck dick don’t it
Bills fill up the billfold 
Can’t fold it
Hands chill big bill
So I can’t hold it

Playing with hoes
When hearts get broke
Suck dick don’t it
Bills fill up the billfold 
Can’t fold it
Hands chill big bill
So I can’t hold it

I showed you 
My heart and my art 
And you stole it from me
You listen and read
A token by Tea
I wrote and delivered 
A poem so golden 
It’s making you shiver
The words that I curve 
And manipulate oh baby 
Tell me who’s slicker 
Since I’m an artist 
I’ll paint you a picture 
Explaining my feelings 
A breeze with the liquor
I ain’t the smartest 
But I work the hardest 
So one day your 
Brotha be bigger than Twitter
And any other future 
Public figure
Don’t put a label on me 
If you hating on me 
I matured man 
I’m done with stickers
Hold up 

I can still go hard 
In a song about a heart break 
Huh
Aye
Goes something like
1 
1   2   
Uh
1   2   3

Playing with hoes
When hearts get broke
Suck dick don’t it
Bills fill up the billfold 
Can’t fold it
Hands chill big bill
So I can’t hold it

I hit up a dime
A ten like my toes and my fingers
She sending me pictures 
She think I’m the shit 
Or something 
Know a bitch is hunting 
For a golden bone
Bitch is digging something
She a golden retriever
Switch the subject 
Imma literature teacher
I sit here teach her
Patterns of words 
Mark-em by meter
Said Imma poet 
I write her a song 
She tell me she love it
I already know it
You had me focused 
On where we were going 
But I was mistaken 
I knew you were playin
A voice in my head 
Kept sayin you fakin
The other was singing
The song that I made you

Thats whatcha get 
When you playing with hoes
Blood runs cold 
Hearts get broke
All of these bills that 
I waste on a thrill 
They fill up my wallet 
I can’t fold it
Now I’m too frozen to 
Pick up my phone 
So save your emotions 
I can’t holdem
You should’ve told me 
I’m wasting my time 
Now I’m in denial 
But don’t show it

Hearts Get Broke (Prod. YUKiBeats)

Rock 
Rock 
Rock rock wit it
Dead soldier on the floor
Grab the top spin it
Bop
Bop 
Bop bop wit it
Treat a bitch like a stock
Hit the top flip it
Rock
Rock
Rock rock wit it
Dead soldier on the floor
Grab the top spin it
Bop 
Bop
Bop bop wit it
Treat a bitch like a stick
Hit the top flip it

Seen it before I writ it
Read it before I spit it
I gotta be funny for these 
Motherfuckers to get it
Funny broke bitches 
Gold dig to get it
I be quotin’ Joe
Cuz my life’s a garden 
Ya dig it

I’m always reaching up
But my hands being bit 
By the ones I feed above
So it comes to 
Push and shove 
Nobody fuck a brotha over 
I take a dub
Aye
Imma cub so my 
Brothers are batted up
Yuh 

You
You
And yes you
Uh
Listen close 
Imma show you 
What I can do
My flow is 
Sicker than a 
Hocus pocus sister gettin 
Litter than a kitty shitter
I’m spitting
Like Imma chooch
Fire in the booth 
Im blowing up out the roof
Bitch who
New Jimmy Choo 
She hates shoes
Take 2
Got a pile of jewels 
In my room 
Tycoon
Couple rounds of 42 
Times two
Time to

Rock 
Rock 
Rock rock wit it
Dead soldier on the floor
Grab the top spin it
Bop
Bop 
Bop bop wit it
Treat a bitch like a stock
Hit the top flip it
Rock
Rock
Rock rock wit it
Dead soldier on the floor
Grab the top spin it
Drop 
Drop 
Drop drop wit it
Gotta fill up the cup
A couple rocks in it

I kick it with a pencil
Run around in my mental
My teacher told me 
I’m the definition of potential 
I say thank you
Man I really appreciate you
You show me different angles 
Encouraging me to 
Break through 
Any dilemma I face
I break news
Now I’m getting interviewed
For making a breakthrough
Uh
I manifest the best for my shoes 
Hey you
Put my foot in your soul
A hey dude
Hey

I would never lego my ego
Ain’t nobody stopping me baby 
This shits a free throw
Cash
We be smoking up 
On a preroll
Laying on her bed 
She asking how 
Deep the d go
Then we go

Rock 
Rock 
Rock rock wit it
Dead soldier on the floor
Grab the top spin it
Bop
Bop 
Bop bop wit it
Treat a bitch like a stock
Hit the top flip it
Rock
Rock
Rock rock wit it
Dead soldier on the floor
Grab the top spin it
Drop 
Drop 
Drop drop wit it
Gotta fill up the cup
A couple rocks in it

Rock Wit It (Prod. Era)

Yuh 
Yo ya
I’ve been feeling like a
Hometown Hero 
Not gonna lie uh 
Murder this beat
Uh 
Uh uh

Ooooooh yeah

Imma hometown hero
Feels great
Fly through the city
With a mask and a cape
Switch the dinero
Two face
You hardly be denting 
My ego 
Okay
Listen to BrothaTea 
And play Pictionary
Imma visionary 
Okay
Different women plotting back in December poppin up in February 
Okay 

These people around me 
Don’t know that they been 
Growing up with a pimp
I know I’m the shit
I won’t claim my status 
When facing your face
Your Brotha’s too humble 
To talk like a simp

Different league
Call me soda pop
You a pony boy 
Imma heavy hitter
Hugging trees in the 
Bigger picture
You a public enemy 
Who never litter

Keep it together
Solving my problems 
By using an eighth 
Of gorilla glue
Stare at myself in the mirror 
I see a travesty
What’s gotten into you
I found a tree of 
Forbidden fruit 
Hanging low
Now I got a bucket full
I fit my whole fist 
in your bitches kitten
Like I’m running a puppet show

Ring ring ringing my phone
At the tone
Leave a message for me 
She told me to give her a call
She played all my songs
And now she’s horny

What should I do
Another body
Shake and bake
Call me Ricky Bobby 
I don’t want her 
She a homie boner
And she decorated 
Like a Hobby Lobby

Ha Haaaa Shit
Yo ya
Watch me run 
Around the studio
Turn this shit into
A playground
I swear
I be beating up
The beats
Yuh this that
Hometown Hero 
Type shit
You already know

Ooooooh yeah

Imma hometown hero
Feels great
Fly through the city
With a mask and a cape
Switch the dinero
Two face
You hardly be denting 
My ego
Okay
Listen to BrothaTea
And play Pictionary
Imma visionary 
Okay
Different women plottin’ 
Back in December 
Poppin up in February 
Okay

He’s a Hometown Hero
That’s great
Better watch out
Gotta look both ways
Imma go hard 
When I rock yo face
1 2 3 uppercut 
Bitch get caved

Broke bitch but there 
Ain’t no fixing
I got bands that you 
Ain’t lickin’ 
I told that bitch 
She could suck on my dick
For some cash 
Or bitch 
I’m dippin’ 

Ooh yeah 
I’m classy
I pay Five plus K 
For a taxi
And I ain’t even gotta
Ride in the back seat
Cuz I ain’t like those other
People who trashy

I look clean
I look fresh
I got bling bling boi
Round my neck
I feel good 
What’s next
Rocking with a model
With a big ass chest
Bitch

Just follow me
Living those bigger dreams
Looking into smaller things
It all builds up 
Just wait and see
Gotta keep hope up
It’s meant to be
Maybe roll weed up
Let’s smoke the green
How you think I’m 
On a song with BrothaTea
Huh

Hometown Hero (feat. Lil Jax)

Big Dawgz (feat. ACEDit100) prod. by Miles Awxy)

Life’s not great
Just okay
Soul full of love 
And a heart full of hate 
What’s my name
Where’s my face
Stand on a peak
In a 1 foot space 
Hold my hand
Let’s say grace
I wonder if anybody 
Feel the same
(Wonder if anybody 
feel the same) X2

What can I say
What can I do
What if the author who
Wrote this were you
Look at my face
Covered in blue
Baby quit playing
I ain’t gotta clue
Tell me the truth 
What did we lose
A broken heart
From the breaking news

They say I’m melodic
I got it
I need me a Lizzo
To ride it
She make it clap and 
Snap on the ground
Girl if you got it
Then pop it
I’ll show you my world 
You could rock this s***
Take a flight
On a rocket ship

Hold my hand 
Let’s say grace
I wonder if anybody 
Feel the same 

Oooh 
I heard this beat 
Put it on repeat
Gotta penthouse suite 
With brand new sheets
Brand new b****
With a brand new fit
Tore up that b**** 
Now we need new sheets 
Long cheat sheet
Full of brand new licks
That I wrote last week
Imma drop next week
On a new EP
F*** a album
I ain’t gotta condom 
So f*** the outcome
Oof

(La-da-da-da)
Self destruction
I just hit gold
Helpless subject 
Of what’s been told
Hells a warm place 
And I’ve been cold
Dam
An endless foot race 
To feed my soul
Ain’t nobody help me 
When I was helpless
Times like this
I wish I was selfish

Life’s not great
Just okay
Soul full of love 
And a heart full of hate 
What’s my name
Where’s my face
Stand on a peak
In a 1 foot space 
Hold my hand
Let’s say grace
I wonder if anybody 
Feel the same
(Wonder if anybody 
feel the same) X2

What can I say
What can I do
What if the author who
Wrote this were you
Look at my face
Covered in blue
Baby quit playing
I ain’t gotta clue
Tell me the truth 
What did we lose
A broken heart
From the breaking news

Breaking News (prod. JustDan)

No I haven’t disappeared, here’s a lil piece of candy ❤️

Take a Stand (prod. SG Beatz)

I got a hero
And his sons got a whole lot of love for him
I swear we wear the same clothes
Since a kid 
I’ve been always looking up to him 
He’s where I get my temper and my ego
He’s where I get my manners and my cheek bones
He’s always covered my back
Taught me how to fight back
If he does it 
That’s what I’m doing

My very first critic
The very first person that I ever tried to mimic
Every time you had a doubt in me
I turned the table back around and 
Made you proud of me
I was bound to be a cast of 
What you would do
Cuz when you pressure me 
I figure that’s what grandpa did to you
I know your dad would point his finger too
I know you’d hate to disappoint him
Cuz your father was your figure too

I got a hero
And his sons got a whole lot of love for him
I swear we wear the same clothes
Since a kid 
I’ve been always looking up to him 
He’s where I get my temper and my ego
He’s where I get my manners and my cheek bones
He’s always covered my back
Taught me how to fight back
If he does it 
That’s what I’m doing

Paladin (prod. Encore)

Big Facts (prod. BLANK)

Nicotina (prod. NoFuk)

Tsunami (prod. yuki)

PRB Feat. Baby Bone (prod. NoFuk)

Adventure Time (prod. FROZY)

Always had big goals.
AP classes I enroll.
Never lacking
Pockets swoll.
Never slacking 
In control.
Thinking bouta bitch 
While I’m ripping a rose.
She hate me 
She love me
She hate me 
She love me 
She thinks I’m disgusting.
She just wanna fuck me.

Draft me
Imma rookie.
work for what you want in this world
Ain’t shit free.
Steady dropping bangers even tho I’m only 16.
You still ripping on a mongoose six speed.
Imma monster on the beat where the cookie.

Fire fighters can’t fight this fire.
Other rappers at my school do not admire
Father tea been working on live wire
Homies in the hallway rocking my attire.

Switch the flow up I’m hoping this shit blow up
Whenever I got free time you know I run my notes up 
Like hold up
I don’t mean to interrupt
Just a quick heads up
I think im bout to erupt 
Oh
Fuck
Like Megan the stallion wapping
I’m spitting fire like dragon.
The whips and bitches imagined
The biggo slips we be cashing
The biggo bitches we clapping
In class rapping foot tapping.
Say they better they capping.
Quote “brothers” I’m backing.
Im out here lapping while these bitches be napping.
To me they be average,
To them I be savage,
Walking through the hallway got 3 bitches laughing.
Pay attention in class all these tests I be passing.

Pull up witcha wishlist
Aye
Freestyle I’m spit this
Hot
Cook it up
 I got flip this
My cheese get hella hoes like Swiss.
I don’t ever reminisce.
I move bold like this,
Rocking bands like kiss, 
Took the rap game to class now you can be dismissed.
Yurd

You a bitch, a male in trans. Form
Decepticon 
I got better ingredients
Like papa johns

I got guidance 
Not everybody does
But I got timing. 
Wish they could but they ain’t grinding.
Iced up no stylist.
Neck froze
Like Myron.
Cloud 9
I’m flying.

Always had some big goals
My dawgs always dig holes.
Every time I talk opinion
In and out the ear holes.
Always liked the big rolls
Just not the ones to dig gold.
Big body armadillo
Lemme see some dimples
Chilling with damingo
Homies got some big toes
He say that I’m spitting flaming hot like I’m a Cheeto.
Not like a dorito.
My lyrics match my ego.
Just a teen with some big goals
You know how this shit go.

Always had big goals.
AP classes I enroll.
Never lacking
Pockets swoll.
Never slacking 
In control.
Thinking bouta bitch 
While I’m ripping a rose.

Big Goals (prod. winzxp)

Issues (prod. JpBeatz)

Twisted Tea (prod. mathiastyner)

TRIBAL Feat. ACEDit100 (prod. Frozy)

Think about every single star in the sky.
So many more we can’t see with our eyes.
I’m giving you my message, dont fuck with my pride.
Hold on to my moral, dig deeper inside
And you’ll
uncover the secret.
I’m a lost sailor I’m just looking for a beacon.
leading me on, talking to me is convenient.
Tearing me apart you don’t know just what I’m feeling.

Think about every single soul in the world.
Every directions a road with a curve.
Dilemmas every day we don’t know where to turn.
Our only hope is god. 
The creator of this earth
So
Give me hope 
Give me
Something to believe in.
Wake up every day 
feel like I’m going off the deep end.
Wake up in a haze 
I’m in the shower think I’m dreaming.
Can’t even feel the burning on my back the waters steaming.

Girl I’m wishing you would say something.
This the way I am no I can’t change nothing.
You ain’t tryna give if you can take something. 
When I confront your flaws it’s time to change subjects.
Yeah

You got me in a tough spot and I don’t like it.
I’m tryna show you all these signs but you don’t buy it.
Don’t wanna fuck up what we built so I stay quiet.
But I just wanna be with you I can’t deny it.

Climbing a hill,
Nothings ever easy,
Thoughts can be deceiving.
Uh
What can I give,
Running out of patience,
Doctor on vacation.
Uh
In a bottle save my tears,
I swallow all my feelings.
Uh 
Getting so high that I hit the fucking ceiling,
Hit the fucking ceiling.
Aye
Uh

Climbing (prod. malloy)

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