all plats friday 15/3 

lyrics: 

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding 

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding 

And you ain’t on the shit that you like talking 
If we run up with Ks, will u die squawking?
Niggas feeling my pain now, i’m tired of this 
Heard you shooting them thangs, well come slide on it 

Steel on my hip
Not the gun, you’ll get slit  
Taekwando with the kick, bitch, you’ll fly off it

Im still sad as a bitch 
Need some racks for the switch 
She said “vytrva ur mind is too fried for me” 

She said “vytrva ur mind is too fried for me”
When we come round, don’t stand on ur pride hombre
We seep into ya block like the tide homie 
And I got my blade, you can die for it

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding 

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding

slideonit (prod. ???)

if she wan’ kick shi, she gon need a lyft bih
tony hawk em with the glocka make em kick flip 
everyday christmas, money on my wishlist 
and i don’t want dior(whore)cuz baby i’m a christian  
this fendi collar make me pop out on a mission 
got all these diamonds in my watch, this not no fitbit
and know my baby not no goth but she got wrist slit
they don’t wan’ listen, me and money twinnin

all this fire on my hip make him spin like a fidget 
run down ya bits, need my cake, mr kipling
ya talk loud ya fake, all ya chat just be scripted 
i got so many bands niggas think my hair be twisted
and i know im the man cuz ya bitch be tryna kiss dick
but i can’t go out sad cuz my baby here thru sickness 
and please don’t throw no hands cuz i swear we’ll leave no witness  
aye big bands look at me im rich bitch ￼

you fell in quicksand, look at you, you sick bitch 
i’m boppin and you flopping and its cuz i mind my business 
i up the glock and pop it for your nonsense bitch i’m vicious 
here, eat this bullets nigga, i know they nutritious

lyftbihfreestyle [kydandcambria]

he ain’t bringing out that gun he say he walk with
and ya bitch wan have some fun, bro got her gawkin 
and my niggas chalk shit
if you wanna talk shit 
run up with the blades or the glock and we hawk shit 
big dawgs wimme, niggas think i come in barking
big knocks on me, that extendo make ya coffin

and im smoking so much loud i keep on coughing
and my nigga swing the pole like he do golfing
stab him, fuck all of that going back and forth shit  
nigga think he big and tuff so he got shortened

then we run off with his racks, he got the short end 
twitter beefing nerds don’t want the warring 

it’s fiction, don’t listen, that bitch don’t want the friction 
and my niggas crashout but they still won’t catch convictions 
we put blades in necks and we fuck up ya nervous system 
stacking up the racks i’m tryna build me a cash kingdom 
and she say “vytrva how you so young with that wisdom” 
bitch i’m traumatised you niggas never listen 
and i’m money crazy, i tick all the symptoms 
look down at my wrist and i see all these self afflictions 
grow the fuck up and stop acting like a victim 
way too fucking wise and i see past your contradictions
stop preaching bitch do i look like a fucking politician 
i’m done bitch, clean up all the mess that i left sittin

coffin [hyperdog]

the xanax got me feeling psychotic 
your man says he’s bad but that’s ironic
if i pull up strapped then this fye off him 
he wan’ give me chat, tell him “slideonit”

the xanax got me feeling psychotic 
your man says he’s bad but that’s ironic
if i pull up strapped then this fye off him 
he wan’ give me chat, tell him “slideonit”

22” inch on me 
and he wan’ deceive 
but tell him it’s calm, let my knife chop him 
there’s blood on the leaves 
big gun in my jeans 
but his body gon make a nice coffin 

i cant escape think my minds rotting
im swinging this blade, i dont like boxing 
the codeine makes me feel like times stopping 
bitch do not get caught with this night optic

yeah yeah
i cant escape think my minds rotting
yeah yeah
im swinging this blade, i dont like boxing 
yeah yeah 
the codeine makes me feel like times stopping 
yeah yeah 
bitch do not get caught with this night optic


the xanax got me feeling psychotic 
your man says he’s bad but that’s ironic
if i pull up strapped then this fye off him 
he wan’ give me chat, tell him “slideonit”

the xanax got me feeling psychotic 
your man says he’s bad but that’s ironic
if i pull up strapped then this fye off him 
he wan’ give me chat, tell him “slideonit”

the xanax got me feeling psychotic 
your man says he’s bad but that’s ironic
if i pull up strapped then this fye off him 
he wan’ give me chat, tell him “slideonit”

the xanax got me feeling psychotic 
your man says he’s bad but that’s ironic
if i pull up strapped then this fye off him 
he wan’ give me chat, tell him “slideonit”

bitch do not get caught with this night optic

night optic (slideonit 2) [raulite]

press like a bitch when i pull on this lemon squeeze
sip on the wok like it’s medieval remedy
i take ya bitch and i sing her a melody  
 pull it out, quick scope, headshot em, kennedy 
shoot like im messi, i call that a penalty 
been thru some shit i wouldn’t wish on my enemy 
pull up, leave red on ur street like it’s sesame
mixing the potions together, no chemistry
45 on my hip, i extended the clip so this ruler gon give you a motherfucking cemetery 
vy is the shit but i’m not #2 so when they’re gonna choose man they know i’m not secondary 
swagged out nigga that shit is hereditary 
when i walk up in this bitch, stay sedentary 
zapdos, zap with the spit and i’m legendary 
man i cant pronounce that shit 

talk on the net and i’ll pull up like peakaboo 
sight when i up from the hip that im seeing thru 
we don’t abide by the shit that ur people do
and ur bitch sending me pic-as, no pikachu
i put like 5 in the clip of the 5.56, so when my time ticks i’ll be seeing u
i need a 5 right quick so know i can’t quit, and you lie bout shit that we see in u 

bitch, taekwondo how we spin with the kick, baby i can’t miss when i up from the hip 
i need dough so i run in ya crib, don’t take it to heart, it’s the life that i live
know my bro get 5 from the split 
money mean nothing? i’ll die for the bitch  
pull up score buckets like steph with the curry, too saucy to ever deny being rich 

bitch 
cleaning shit out like i’m which 
but i also do magic so ill be a witch 
shit 
homophones cool in the mix so i knew i could spit, im not new to this shit 
when i pull up know im that taking ur soul so i step on ur nose with the sole of my kicks 
ha 
i take the weight and i split so the fiends gotta wait while i bun up a spliff

##headshotemkennedy [scared]

niggas typing get me mad, i pull the mag out 
hella hunnids in the bag im finna cash out 
call me massa with the whip im finna lash out 
15 on my hip, reach in my bag im finna crash out
crash out
crash out
crash out 
crash out 
put hella bullets in her man he finna lag out 
know im gon make it in this rap i never had doubt 
got extra love all for the gang, don’t try and bad mouth

he tried to run up and my thirty left him sat down
he be like krusty in my comments he a sad clown 
big fuck off rusty sawn off on me, blow ya back out 
(you heard that?) yeah, treat you like a slag we blow ya back out 

and trust me if i ever lack im throwing jabs out
gon chase the money by myself, fuck a handout
and we not drinking when we pull up and you blackout  
lynch that monkey nigga, definition of a hangout 
pull the fucking trigger, take a snap and then we blast out
making hella figures, with this cash i bet i standout 
looking in the mirror, im too fly nearly passed out 
im doing better than her man i tell her “chat now”

yeah, better than her man i tell her “chat now” 
hol up, take a trip to saks i bet i splash out
ahahaha

crashout (fuck this rap shit) [kurane]

riding round town with like 40 and I’m toting on a forty
riding round town with like 40 and I’m toting on a 40
African nigga tryn scam me, know my nigga gon deport him 
she sending you pics on my mattress, nigga come and get ya shorty 

backing my blade if it’s active, run him down and we distort him
smoking on the finest cali, know that shit gon come imported 
she eat me up just like I’m candy, kick her out and I ignore it 

take a shot and it get nasty , no OsamaSon I score it 

dicking ya bitch and she sing like a chorus 
dive in the pussy like shit, exploring
two blades up in the whip, I’m scoring 
see 5o imma dip, just floor it 
shit finna roar like a kick, no warning 
bad Bs all on my dick, they swarming
really not taking a pick, they all in 
we get the drop and give lil bro a call in
back this up off my hip, no stalling
way he got did in was really appalling 
tell that bitch get off my shit she stalling 
I’m tryna raise up the clip, no brawling 

riding round town with like 40 and I’m toting on a forty
riding round town with like 40 and I’m toting on a 40
African nigga tryn scam me, know my nigga gon deport him 
she sending you pics on my mattress, nigga come and get ya shorty
huh, yeah yeah, up the glock and get it pouring

40 remix prod evilgiane

she calling my phone, but I cannot answer, steady tryna get my bands up 
oh that’s yo bae? thought he was tuff, had that nigga with his hands up
she riding the wave, tryna get rough, hunnids turn her to a dancer 

all black ain’t talking panther  
in ya crib like im Santa 
I’m on a t break now but when I get off, I go dumb with the ganja   
I let him run cuz I got asthma 
bet, the .233s r finna catch em  
he be hating on the v, c’est la vie, check ya girls snap stuff

uh huh, uh huh bet 
one shot, go pro 
she bend down real slow, thats 
Green light, on go   
uh 
yeah, bad shot, won’t throw 
mascot, all show 
when I pull up, all smoke  

quick hit, no scope 
white bih, snow globe 
smoke green, no coke 
2 deep, 4 poles 
me and twin on a roll
finna geek on the 4 
gotcha bih onna phone 
she say you pussy, you don’t blow  

she calling my phone, but I cannot answer, steady tryna get my bands up 
oh that’s yo bae? thought he was tuff, had that nigga with his hands up
she riding the wave, tryna get rough, hunnids turn her to a dancer 

all black ain’t talking panther  
in ya crib like im Santa 
I’m on a t break now but when I get off, I go dumb with the ganja   
I let him run cuz I got asthma 
bet, the .233s r finna catch em  
he be hating on the v, c’est la vie, check ya girls snap stuff

dancer [logantoocold]

Recorded November 3rd, 2024
LYRICS:
I had to figure it out 
all on my own 
I had niggas tell me they’re open but left me there feeling hopeless 
if i die tonight, will you notice? 
I’ve been sitting on the ideation 
had mediations with myself and all the time I’ve wasted 

I had to figure it out 
no I’m not joking 
I tried to walk with the blade but I was the nigga cut open  
it’s a shame 
I was 13, steady overdosing 
now I’m 17, I’m recounting my life up til this moment nigga 

don’t wanna figure it out 
got all these issues
the nigga think im a pussy, now watch me come get up witchu  
ain’t seen my big brother Kev in a minute, I really miss dude 
it’s been a year since we’ve spoken, I’m hoping that it’s not RIP you 

but I still text your phone, I’m knowing that you won’t respond 
I won’t move on cuz you were there when shit was going wrong 
can’t shake this feeling that your time on earth is over-gone 
but I’ll still wait for the text back because I owe you one 

We was gone figure it out 
now it’s just me  
know i promised you that I got it, I see your face in my dreams
i love you Mitch, we really got it up from muddy water streams 
and when you up in front those cameras, hope you remember what it means nigga 

I’m tryn figure it out   
cuz ma ain’t working 
and pops ain’t got it too easy, I’m tryna lift all the burdens 
know I never saw myself at 17, so somethings working 
always thought I would be dead before I reached what I was earning, nigga 

u ever had to use the poker cuz a nigga stole sum
u never had it pulled upon ya, I thought it was over 
not for the streets but I was in em tryna find my clover 
u ever had to pop a pill cuz shit was too hard sober 

still got these scars upon my arms, the mental ones don’t close up 
for all my life ive been here searching for some form of closure 
know I won’t find it, so it’s hard for me to keep composure 
bitch watchu know bout staring at the edge, tryn’ jump down lower
bitch watchu know about them pills, I trooped em like a soldier 
and I was 12 going through bottles, nigga, fuck your poster 
them lil home visits I was drunk for nigga, fuck bout sober 
for all the shit I’ve seen in life I hope the outcomes closer

figure it out [Andrew Kinchion]

4 Nickel on me, nigga, make em flip
I got the .40 on me with the- shhh
I got the .40 on me with the kick 
He wanna run up on me, make em sit
They call me Bob, I’m moving all these bricks 
Ain’t got the glock, I’m moving with the- uh 
Ain’t got the glock, I’m moving with the flick 
(Oh yeah) 

Feds tryna tap in my phone, moving too hasty, I might have to fall back 
I did it all on my own, now they gon rate me, bitch what do you call that?
Told em to leave me alone, hitting my number, they know I won’t call back 
He said he stay with the pole, he will not run up, I know that it’s all cap

We can throw hands, but I prefer to up it 
I got a chete on me, I can’t tuck it  
Shoutout to Cali, finna hit Nantucket 
Uhhhh, nigga, where the fuck’s Nantucket?
They call me LeGoat, I’m getting all these buckets 
Bullets are expensive, I won’t shoot for nothing 
Fuck it, I don’t even like discussing 
Back out my blade or we can get to punching 

Up at his face and have that nigga running, stumbling, you were bad but now you’re mumbling?
I don’t even get it, niggas be on fuck shit 
I’m like “where the hoes?”, I’m just tryna fuck shit 
And you wanna kill me, nigga, that’s some dumb shit 
All up in a cell like “I ain’t with the tough shit” 
And now you all in hell for thinking that you thugging, dumb prick 
Nigga go and be worth something (Oh yeah) 

*Drum roll*, we coming with the drums in
Ahhh, seven shots will have you tumbling 
I hate it when niggas act like they on tough shit 
There’s no rhyme to that, I really just hate it

Jerkwoofer Lullaby 2 [Hen]

fukk em [vytrvalosttt]

for you w/ Caliyon

I ain’t even wanna make a song today but fuck it

For you out on the 10th all plats fucking listen I need money

lazy ahh song #ineedanewmic [2wenty2wo]

Album soon, had some fun on this

I got lean in my Fanta 
record when I’m xanned up 
she know I’m the answer
maybe that’s why she gon flash me like a camera 
don’t mistake your anger  
or we’ll turn you to a banner 

2 poles on me ‘case one of em jams up 
lay em down if that nigga wanna act up 
you a funny nigga, think you should do stand up
we gon treat em like a box and ship em out after he packed up 

label offered me a milli but I passed up 
the music shit is mine, best believe it won’t get snatched up 
this 40 on me make em freeze, tell em back up 
guess Im kinda acting like police, nigga tagged up  

net cappers 
make me wanna cap sum 
I lap that nigga in his funds, tell him “catch up” 
like Tyler Francis, shit look fun but this pole blast stuff 
we roll up in em black trucks 
or walk up with them macs tucked 

this sativa make me forget all the bad stuff 
she say I’m a diva cuz I’m sassy and I’m that tuff 
it’s like this bitch forget I’m bi brah I got standards 
and baby I’m autistic, never really lift my mask up  

I just got some fucking food and ts mad tuff 
gotta change my habits but man fuck it I feel mad stuffed 
it doesn’t matter cuz I’m swag and you’re notttt
nigga got a problem he get sliced up like a knotttt 

I’m getting big again, I best go for a jogggg
run up on that nigga, give his memory a joggg
no applause 
fucking fraud 
 white boy swing that pole, lacrosse 
finna do ts like beckham hit that nigga with a cross

fanta freestyle (jul)

Recorded May 31st, 2024
LYRICS:

i feel lethargic 
i can’t finish what i started 
it’s too much that’s going on and i wish you never departed 
you left a hole where my heart is
and my boredom strikes again 
cuz i can never play pretend if i know how it’s gonna end 

i see the vision when im grinding with my pen 
but this shit useless for my feelings cuz im still gon keep them pent 
until the day that i repent 
cuz my lord knows that ive been trifling 
from days i had my knife on hip, to times with all the lines id sniff 

from treating these young ladies wrong to cheating when the high would split 
the honeymoon was dying and i hid behind my righteousness 
i’m sorry for the lies i spit 
sometimes i wish i had the balls to up and leave but that’s my empathy in drive and shit 

and you’ve been broken baby, but that’s never my business 
cuz i’ve been raped and cheated on, i tried to slide with it 
maybe if i treat it as it came, it wouldn’t minus shit 
up in my life, and in due time you won’t have to decipher this 

and i’ve been tryna free my mind from all the burdens lately 
but it takes courage to forgive someone while hurting baby 
and i know hurt people hurt people, the curtains played me 
cuz when they’re drawn back, in you i see the hurt i’m facing 

so maybe mirroring your image didn’t work too well 
but bae i couldn’t let you slip i would’ve cursed myself 
i kept it honest, that’s a first, you’ve been from earth to hell  
you made it work, that’s swell, but these bonds will burn, i smell 

and mama, back to all the times i tried to shirt myself 
you and pops stood tall, although our bond don’t work too well 
my insecurity is from you pops, know hurt too well 
in these confessions that i write, i hope i purge myself 

with all this anger in my soul that i disperse 
i went from therapist to therapist, the system never works 
cuz what do you do with a perfectionist who knows just why he hurts? 
the self awareness ain’t a benefit, it feels more like a curse 

i know my writings getting messy, my fault, i can’t find the words 
ive never done this shit before, i usually rap about the girls 
and all the chains that’s full of pearls 
and how your bitch would love my curls 
but that’s my fathers insecurity portrayed within a verse 
and i crush everything that’s pure for me, i fear that it’s perverse 
and even when somebody’s sure of me, it makes my body worse 
cuz they don’t know the pain i serve 
or all the blame i like to swerve 
if therapists don’t know what’s wrong with me, how the fuck can you observe?

the thought of death had never scared me, it felt more like an escape 
my ex girl said i was her hero, i asked her to find my cape 
cuz yeah ive saved some lives a couple times, but how does that repaint 
all the hurt i’ve saw to burdens caused? im nothing like a saint

i tried my best to fix my problems but it seems they stay the same 
and my friends tell me i’m not awful cuz i care about a change 
but when it’s just me with this mind and all these lies that i arranged 
in these confessions is my solace, father, help me face my fate

in these confessions, i can’t hold it longer, im so full of hate 
if ive gave so much of my hurt and bother, how can i be great? 
what is my purpose if this hurt i give is just another trait? 
well fuck the traits and fuck the fate, i haven’t fed myself in days 

im keeping locked inside my room because im stuck up in my ways 
it makes me feel like a fool when i believed it was a phase 
it’s not a phase, i’m fucking ill and there’s no doctors worth the wait  
but they dont care, they wont acknowledge shit til i’m at heavens gates 

i doubt im even going up so i’ll stare satan in the face 
i’ll leave his body in the fire and then im fucking up the place 
i’m still staring in the mirror, wasting time upon this chase 
so i scream fuck you with my blade in hand, this wound won’t be a graze 
i feel sick

confessions [rezzydaproducer]

Recorded January 17th, 2025 
LYRICS: 

I put the gun to my head and make it a bigger statement 
the least of payments, can’t lift my head up and off the pavement
stare at the ceiling, I wonder if I can keep my patience? 
it’s getting blatant, imma do it soon, there’s no mistaking 
although I’m sober now, I’m still up in the corner shaking
I’m slowly wasting, a cycle of up and down engagements 
I preach what I cannot do, and so does that make me vacant? 
I guess I’m faking, alas I still feel like im just fading
my life arrangements done fell apart, all I’ve got is faith but 
but my faith’s misplaced and all I do is sit and watch it waver  
don’t need a saviour, you can keep my word of mouth for later 
but in the hopes that it means something, fuck man, I’m in danger 

in danger of myself and of my health, I cannot savour
I tie the rope up to the door, I think I’m getting braver 
I tie the knot a little more, but I’m scared of failure 
it’s not enough, I’m such a coward, where the fuck’s the razor 

i still can’t figure it out amidst all of my confessions 
I’m so obsessive, all I think about is our connection 
amidst reflection, I don’t wanna leave you yet, I guess but 
I face my sentence, I’m just one of few in this selection 

and I don’t see a future, I cannot force it 
but it seems that such is life and I wish that you would support it 
but I get that you don’t wanna see me leave, I won’t abort it 
but in all that’s left, I hope you find some peace within my forfeit 

I’m not worth all your supporting
and I just wanted to help, but, look at this wreck that I’ve been causing 

I couldn’t figure it out 
I couldn’t figu- yeah

i couldn’t figure it out [Andrew Kinchion]

i see you falling apart, I hope 
that you hear me calling your heart back home 
when I see the visions of love once known 
I can’t help but fall in your arms once more 
but, the times I saw you in my halcyon 
I need you in my- [2-3-4]

she telling me I need to talk about it 
I’m not used to that - I think I’ll walk around it
and I hate seeing you just walk around man 
you make me wish we could’ve talked it out   
the things I said but never thought about 
I wanna reconnect, you say I’m not allowed
now my thick affection never talks aloud 
but shit, the things I do to make my father proud 

uh uh, 
everything I do, I see you all around 
and you’re like right in front of me, I sought you out but 
now I lost the words and it’s all falling down  
uh uh, 
I know I ruined what I fought about 
and it’s that self destruction that I bawl about 
but man I really panic when you chalk it out

when you 
when you 
i find it hard to pick my thoughts about 
when you 
when you 
with this halcyon feeling that i talk about 
when you 
when you 
i still worry bout the darker routes 
and where im ending up if I don’t sort it out 
but then the past still haunts me, with our short amount 

i start feeling funny, I’m knowing that she don’t look at me the same 
baby how do you feel when you hearing that somebody mentioned my name?  
cuz I still get that feeling like I need to see you, it’s some shit I can’t tame
imma let you heal but it’s hard to- ugh [yeah keep that in]


can’t fake the feeling when I see you at the door 
cuz last I seen yeah you were heaving at the thought 
I’m always grieving all the feelings that I caused 
but I can’t help but seeming like I’ll leave you on your own 

[instrumental break]

can’t fake the feeling when I see you at the door 
cuz last I seen yeah you were heaving at the thought 
I’m always grieving all the feelings that I caused 
but I can’t help but seeming like I’ll leave you on your own 
and baby once I did I couldn’t believe what I’d become 
knowing when you see me, you percieve me as 
a fraud
let me hold you tight, ain’t no deceiving anymore 
finally get it right, and I can keep you feeling warm (x2)

halcyon

Prod by siem spark 

I’ve been falling away, I’m tryna look in your face 
you say that you want me close, so why’d you push me away? 
I take my time, do it day by day 
I’m up so high, please don’t fade away

cuz it all falls down and when it does, I need your sound
and when I call out, the echoes ring and 


I’m only 17, I don’t need this 
you’re dead to me, left in pieces  
I’ve been stuck in my ways, so facetious 
you’re so good at exploiting my weakness 

and I’m only 17, so much sorrow 
I’ve been filling my soul, I’m too hollow 
pieces on pieces I don’t wanna wallow
but whenever I feel pain, I must swallow  

and it’s been a year since my therapist 
discharged me, I’m a perfectionist 
cuz I know all my problems and just how to solve them 
but I can’t go through with it, guess that’s my problem 

(fuck) keep to myself cuz im awful 
if youre not near me then i can’t be harmful 
commitment issues, I have to keep partial 
consistent tissues won’t keep me impartial 

cuz it all falls down and when it does, I need your sound
and when I call out, the echoes ring and

I’m only 17, I don’t need this 
you’re dead to me, left in pieces  
I’ve been stuck in my ways, so facetious 
you’re so good at exploiting my weakness 

and I’m only 17, so much sorrow 
I’ve been filling my soul, I’m too hollow 
pieces on pieces I don’t wanna wallow
but whenever I feel pain, I must swallow

seventeen

Prod by siem spark 

I try
yeah, I tried 
but I fall apart in your arms cuz I know that I 

think too much, don’t do enough
and the time is gone but I can’t 
let it go, I’m getting old with your damn face that I can’t 
get to loathe, and it gets cold, I hold your head in my hands 
and then it rolls, my debt is sold so I grab my gun but I can’t tell  

I still see your face on that hill 
I still see your face on that-

it’s stuck in my mind, on replay 
your love never dies and I can’t repay 
I miss the times but I don’t wanna go back I know it’s cliche 
I still feel like I owe debts from all of my mistakes 
but girl just grab my hand through this because I 

think too much, don’t do enough
and the time is gone but I can’t 
let it go, I’m getting old with your damn face that I can’t 
get to loathe, and it gets cold, I hold your head in my hands 
and then it rolls, my debt is sold so I grab my gun but I can’t tell 

if it’s in my head 
if it’s in my head
with all that I shed 
I know 
that I’m moving on 
and we’re going strong 
but I’m holding on 
I go 
back to the place 
where I sealed my fate 
but you broke me out  
I told 
tales of our time 
and now we’re just fine 
and you’re here when I go home

you’re here when I go home

moving on is the hardest part of growing up

girl in the party,
she sniff the charlie 
she lives up the way 
and she thinks i’m gnarly 
i fuck on her face 
im out in a heartbeat 
snow on the way while i sip bacardi 
her clothes on the floor
she just wants to party 
i know she’s a whore, i gotta do this smartly 
she slow for the chords and she all up on me 
she wants me some more cuz i love her hardly 

got grape KA in my cup and im smoking on runtz i cant fuck with the phenergan 
knock on my door, think it’s fed again 
they think i’m cooking up work like i’m fred again  
she try set me up, took a L again 
and the truth always prevails i tried telling them 
this bih just wan’ crack like a skeleton 
she say my dick fix her up like some medicine 

she get down and lick it like envelope 
she is a 10, how the fuck can i tell her no? 
like passenger, i cannot let her go 
she in the passenger, pull up, she getting low 
i feel on her chest like a stethoscope 
i can spot her from afar like a telescope 
and my standards are high cuz i set it low 
always myself, never fake, had to let it glow

gnarly [yungvic]

couldn’t give a fuck about a vocal mix i just wanted to spazz on this beat 

LYRICS:
got the squad in here jumping like hopscotch-
oh wait, that ain’t me 
money too big, it don’t fit in my jeans 
got the knife on my waist, so i’m moving discreet 
i wake up and i jugg, my life be on repeat 
if he talking above, we’ll keep em beneath 
if i say it, it’s done, ion need a receipt 
hit backspace on ya hate or we make em delete

‘24, back of the bitch with the heat 
‘25, i’m getting rich, living sweet 
got a hotel in florence, we live in the suites 
cuz she seen my performance, she do it no teeth 
this lil hoe getting boring, i jeet then i skeet 
but if she match my scorings, i think i might keep 
i ain’t paying for nothing, she thinking im cheap 
let her think that im broke, cuz my money run deep 

pocketwatching gets ya pockets robbed, bitch 
she say i’m fly n now she in my cockpit  
talking on the v, but they can’t top this 
like i said, a feat with me’s your top hit 
like i said, you beef with me, your top’s hit 
one call and it’s peak 
i don’t even gotta touch the glock, bitch 
they won’t trace it back to me , huh

take a flight now i’m in greece
ill be back within a week 
walk in the party, they know who i am 
tell bro “keep a piece to keep the peace” 
now im in norway, need a fleece 
no tags, “just this please” 
toe tags if it’s beef 
best not chase this grief 

7 to 7, im out with my weapon 
if he’s feeling blessed, we send him to heaven 
way too much talking, we show him a lesson 
if she wan’ pull up, she can book her a session 
always my name, what the fucks the obsession?  
cuz we’ll take ya consciousness from your possession
do ya bad and i won’t go to confession
that’s what ya get for coming with aggression 

got the squad in here jumping like hopscotch 
oh wait, still ain’t me 
money too big, it don’t fit in my jeans 
got the knife on my waist, so i’m moving discreet 
i wake up and i jugg, my life be on repeat 
if he talking above, we gon keep em beneath 
if i say it, it’s done, ion need a receipt 
hit backspace on ya hate or we make em delete

‘24, back of the bitch with the heat 
‘25, i’m getting rich, living sweet 
got a hotel in florence, we live in the suites 
cuz she seen my performance, she do it no teeth 
this lil hoe getting boring, i jeet then i skeet 
but if she match my scorings, i think i might keep 
i ain’t paying for nothing, she thinking im cheap 
let her think that im broke, cuz my money run deep

no mana vytrva mix ##B4GM [badleeyy]

prod. xceff & fl0wzy

i deadass started tweaking on the track

genuinely got no idea what to name this bro

produced by yungvic

take time, i asked god to take mine 
fake lies, been wondering where my fate lies 
come and link me, im not fucking with the facetime 
for all the shit we used to do we coulda faced time
been tryna cope with what i’m hearing through the grapevine 
￼i wanna sit and talk, her pants are off her waistline 
i find it funny, she don’t text me in the daytime 
she wanna spend a lot of dough, im tryna make mine 

i said i miss my ex but heard that she’s been fucking niggas 
know that she’s just coping with her life so i can’t judge her, nigga   
but that shit puts me off, i’m not the type to budge or figure  
i promise once i find shit out, i’ll be out the picture 

yeah, 
and i won’t waste a fucking second 
i’m no longer insecure, a bitch can’t make me feel threatened
don’t get jealous, i just cut you off and count all of my blessings     
fuck a reverend, when i stand in prayer im facing all my lessons 

and im not saddened anymore 
i take my meddies for a reason, keeps me rationed at the thought 
got c’est la vie upon my skin for when they stabbed me in the core 
but either way i’m not a victim if it’s happened here before  
and i feel like my talons/talent’s falling short
clawing, reaching where i wanna be cuz i can’t stay forsure
calling, teaching for a better peace, my people stay mature 
and they try fit me in a box but ill forever be obscure

got my blade in my bag, imma keep it real basic 
you run up on man, imma give u man a facelift
mason boots, balenci bag, i would never flex no ASICs 
i ain’t sparing off no man, you will die if you try take this  
the funds come in fast, i won’t ever need a makeshift 
we smoke that CK pack, light my blunt n then i face it 
packs were flipping in that trap, saw my calling and escaped it 
packs were flipping in that trap, had to dip cuz i couldn’t take it

and ya bitch give me neck, do the kirk bop 
let him fuck with my set, he get curb stomped
never have they taken vytrva’s chain, it’s unheard of
got this woman in my bed, utah shit, i shoot absurd shots 

you get poked, fucking muppet, i will not box 
these choppa bullets make em jump as if it’s hopscotch  
counting up the commas, they be moving like a stopwatch
i ain’t got no time for drama, choppa buzz em like the shot clock

Charlie Kirk Freestyle #kirkbop prod. allure

yeah 
i get a pack and i flip it like judo
they see im rapping, they giving me kudos 
she wanna spin back on me im like “who tho?”
put out a song, make it stack like it’s uno 
i’m finna stand on a bih like ron suno
niggas get thrown out my circle like sumo 
just like i said, niggas been fake, they pseudo 

yeah, yeah 
i wanna work my way up to a two door 
if she not pulling her weight, tell her “do more”
i don’t got room for that shit bro i’m too bored 
fucking this bitch, make her sing, hit a new chord 
i don’t wan’ stand around you, get a clue, dork 
headshot, toe tag, i wan’ hit two more 
best not blow back, send that boy to morgue 
you keep talking, i got a new sword 
walk down on him, and the boy flew north 
talking nonsense, pull up, make new gore
i want problems, i want a new corpse 
talking options, i got a new cause
big knife, chop him, get him a new gauze 
if i catch internet talkers, make you pause 
say i talk violence? you right, let me do more 

yeah
i don’t flip scripts bitch i make those
you move cryptic, you get halo
leave him pondering like plato 
yeah
cali just got brand new draco 
if he pull that, make you stay low 
we erupting shit, volcano 

she move on me, i won’t say no  
spanish bitch say my dick bueno 
i put white on her like mayo 
brand new rollie, ayo, teo 
i pop out and that’s where they go  
naija plug got packs in lagos 
latin bitch want take my pesos 
i boo her and throw tomatoes

(Fuck do they know?) Yeah
That boy dodging questions, I ain't talk Durango
We be mobbing, they be going where the gang go
Count up blues, sad money, got that Gangle
Twin Glocks fuck him up on some Bang Bros
Modded up my weapon like some Playdoh
Can't go fuck on no fake ho
Moving bricks with the troops like a payload, yeah
I be getting money, that be case closed
Levi cruising, he just got a brand new A4
They projecting, that's what all of that hate for
Bitch, we 'boutta blow up like a claymore (I slice him with that)
Smoke him like a Newport, riding in that new sport
Mansion in New York, I done got a new fort
Don't want what you knew, whore, that be what the news for
R13 denim, pull up to that nu (store)

vytrva

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