Songs I’ve made or remade in the studio

IN THA STU

RNB sample chopped up and rearranged over a bouncy drum line

“ALL I NEED” (REMIX) | Kanye West X Jay-Z Type Beat

ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY

I do not own this sample, this is Shiloh Dynasty and was used by XXXTENTACION

R.I.P.

Dont Go

What To Say

808’s, Halloween themed keys, pitch overlays, delays and reverbs

Self produced

Tattoos

LULU

She Like Me

[ LYRICS ]

My flow is unmatched 
I guess that’s why I always feel the need to watch my back 
I confess I feel I always need a woman there to wash my back 
Codependent, my ego grows more indented than I intended 
You’d me amazed with how little I spend in the booth 
Between me and you I think my rhymes are a virtue 
Between me and you I feel like I never deserved you 
Walk around and hurt you 
Desert you, pester you, standing right next to you 
Writing up a check and I’m signing it too 
Gonna spit to you, in this beat I’ll be confining soon 
Combining too many different kinds of herb 
Call that a salad when the main component sherb 

Six sixty six I’m loading my clips 
Click sixty pics she touchin her hips 
Photo shoot all day long she’s been sendin pics 

Listen to my track  for hours then I find another to compare it to 
This the rarest tune
Lookin down the scope poppin off like some dope filled balloons 
Bookin packed shows soon I feel like a car in a show room 
Shit look at the time, I gotta go soon 
Shit look at the time, I gotta go now 

Came with a saw cause my demons attached 
Always feel the need to be watchin my back 
Jaw aches from grinding in my sleep 
I never stop workin it’s really that deep 
Wake up with bars in my head like an ex con with trauma 
Boy rubbernecking woulda thought he was a llama 
Karmas a bitch but shit so is life 
Bitch love suckin dick so I feel the need to wife 

crawled back from hell 
I’m grabbing my strap and sendin you back 
Sendin ya back 
Shit might as well 
This shits tight as hell
Throw my troubles down a wishing well 
I wish you fell as hard as I did when we met 
I was waiting on you cause I was ready for the next 
Instead I got this nasty flow and a bunch of regret 
My flow is unmatched 
I guess that’s why I always feel the need to watch my back 
I confess I always need a woman there to wash my back 
Go get the pack so I can roll and attack
Running these digits when I’m patrolin these stacks 
Controlling all these racks I feel like an oncologist 
Gotta take out cash so the wallet fits 
It’s obvious 

Common sense 

Check so high the payroll man’s hadda count it up twice 
I never ask around
 I don’t want no advice 
One time two time yeah I’m fuckin her thrice 
Raisin the racks up cold as ice, I’m following rice 
Levitate 
Smokin a pound a day I Medicate 
Don’t hesitate 
Swallowing nights away but I don’t mean no liquor 
need some more vigor so I smoke up a swisher 
Labels finna do me dirty 
don’t need no liquor

Inspired by "A tale of 2 Citiez" By J Cole

Single for an upcoming EP

TALEZ


[Lyrics]

Contacts out so I couldn’t see her 
Trapping was a bitch so it couldn’t be her 
Hands  too cold, I put my wrist in a  freezer 
Neck too icy,  dripped out ebenezer 

Trauma was a whore n I don’t wanna meet her 
Hells been crazy so I gottaleave her 
Cruising down broad in an open two seater 
I heard em open fire with the two piece heater 
Heard she had a wire but no one would believe her
Contact in my phone I had to delete her 
Leave her 
Girlies try to be her 
On the bed goin eee eeer 
Get a girly lonely imma freak her 
Find her and seek her, timing to free her 
Till I heard the tone of the beeper
Why’s the trap phone always callin at 3 
why’s everyone gotta look like me 
So fleek so fresh so neat 
Hears my face baby come take a seat 

Nanana you ain’t talkin to me 

You ain’t talkin for free 
I ain’t walkin for free 
Stop talkin to me 


Contacts out so I couldn’t see her 
Trapping was a bitch so it couldn’t be her 
Hands  too cold, I put my wrist in a  freezer 
Neck too icy,  dripped out ebenezer 

Dripped out in athliesure
Listened to the beat and the buhl had a seizure 
Shits too fire I had to release it, I was eager 

Drop down give me twenty
Murdering the beat, that’s some bundy 



EBENEEZER FLOW

Redone feature I did turned full song 

[Lyrics] 


My boy came with the heat, I’m tryna go hotter 
Bitch real wet I feel like an otter 
Untrimmed bud I put the harry in potter 
Fuck a granny right outta her walker 
just got the suck from somebody daughter 
Was it lust or was it just luck 
Too late now I’m lost in the sauce in the back of a truck
Crucified how I’m lost on the cross n I don’t give a fuck
Bad lil bitch I’m dickin her down 
Smoke to the tips im flickin it ground 

Pound down an ounce of medical 
Shoot my shot with that red dot retical 
Dick so good I fuck her into wedlock 
Chastity on her she fastin in heat
Fasten your seat belt I’m tryna go 90’s 
Fasten your seat belt I’m tryna go find me 
Blind me with bars 
smokin that gas and fillin up jars 
This fit is serving and it’s filling my chalice 
Rolls Royce truck yeah it’s all about balance 
Couldn’t help myself I gave your girl a tour of the palace
In a strange place she felt like Alice 
Bent her over and gave her the phallus 
rapping with malice 
Pounding the beat n grabbin my mallet 
Hounding the heat, understanding my outlet 
Half these hits ain’t out yet 
Haven’t flopped Cant pout yet 
i don’t know if she’s the one I haven’t gotten the mouth yet 

I don’t know what I’m really doin
I desire the gas you’re movin
I stepped back and now I’m shootin 
3 for 3 I’m Dunkin these buckets 
Hard to think straight when you gotta case of fuck it’s 
I need some face and maybe some dro I’ll tuck it 
Gas be makin me cough like mace, I love it 
I hope it’s not laced but I already rolled so fuck it

Red Dot

Sad rap for ya’ll

[Lyrics]


Nights full of takeout 
We make out and make up 
 don’t want to wake up 
Pay cut from day jobs, I stay on n break out
These nights full of takeout 
We make up and make out 
Heres to her tears got a good taste now 
I stand in the way of happiness, stay now 
Fist fights that break out 
They’re verbal it’s mayhem 

feel so sad
I can’t help  
I smoke up 

I’m with you, feel broken 
She ask if we’ll make it 
Yeah, here’s to hoping
I fake it 
I know you don’t think it but girl you’re amazing 

I feel like a dope fiend the dragon I’m chasing 
Memory erasing 
I wish god would take me 

I guess he don’t care

I’m sitting down feelin your hair 
It’s hard to believe there’s something right here 

Kissing 
Tears 
What happened to all of these years 

Lonesome 
Fear 
What’s standing in the way, it’s clear 

Dearly departed 
I can’t think clearly 
I think I’m the one who started it all



Nights full of takeout 
We make out and make up 
I don’t want to wake up 
Pay cut from day jobs, I stay on n break out
These nights full of takeout 
We make up and make out 
Her tears go to waste now 
I stand in the way of happiness, stay now 
Fist fights that break out 
They’re verbal it’s mayhem 

I love you 
I love me 
I think it’s hard to just say that




Wishing well, I’m all alone 
Sore to the touch I bruise to the bone 
Phone in my hand, I’m zoning out, I need to go home 

Lord what have I done 

I have passion to use 
I’m higher than the wax I abuse 
Track suit and a luge 
I’m going fast down the backside of the moon

Father Forgive Me For I Have Synthed

Love

[Lyrics]

Don’t tell me how to flow 
Lean back feel the kick , Ride a lil low  
If I feel like I’m trippin
I Just Chill
Then I ride a little more, to the door 
I go back to rhymes 
Time and time before 
It’s like I’ve made ahome 
Off the dome 
No tracks 
No training wheels 
that shits wack 

Pro tip you better write letters with your brain off the green 
I beat the beat good, like it got low self esteem 

I think of dream likr scenarios till they jumpin out the stereos 
I just oooh kill em til terreo 

Watchin vinyl go Round and round like the marry go 
I like her a lot I be gripping to her walls like a Billy goat 

That line was silly tho 
Extracts in my lungs no vanilla tho 
I’m a killa tho 

I move where the hitters go
like I’m an MLB fan on fanduel 
I need income that’s real, somethin annual

Drivin a full manual,
She beat the stick it shift when the clutch move
Add two baddies I can’t math right, I guess that’s plus two 
Blunt circle tight, I didn’t ask you 
Smoke cloud cover up our heads like a house do 


Now I own you 

Good thing I’m a donor 
I give her two organs on the daily
I appreciate checks as sentiment and the portions that they pay me 
It’s the extortion I can’t hang with 
The awards shows seems I aimless 
contorting myself in a box that’s useless to me
beats darker than Ted bundy abuses on a Fuji 

Labels, they can’t use me 

My rhymes too dark to even include in a movie

Lil’ Terrio

[ Lyrics ]


dedication you claim to put in 
simply desperation 
I go hard in the paint
I’m Monet in the studio 
Painting his own reflection
Bud bundled up, a sushi roll
I make em faint
Tall girl, gotta stand to to lick her booty hole 
I eat the taint
I didn’t mean to make her cream n faint
She say si’l vous plait
that’s just the movie roles these days 
I’m smokin boujee dope
Some haze
That terped out smoke make the walls go cray
They can’t hang at  the top no more 
No totem pole 
Im at the top 
Don’t drop, flop the next four albums and then pop

I know there’s gas in here I just can’t seem to get the top 

She a fireball, I’m a Molotov 
We really similar in ways 
We just can’t seem to pull it off 

Bring em to the house that’s a mullet call
It’s a party in the back half 
That’s it there’s the pack stashed 
For more dollars you can get a half 
Spray it, spread it 
then get it back 
Don’t you wanna live good? get out to Pontiac? 

I’m the illest who inquire 
I’m permanent so the money they still wire 
I got a Q to smoke, I’m starting to perspire 
I drink more smoke more, and feel desire
The hottest fire

Rotting, Charley horse type feeling in my gut 
Hide a gat in the centerpiece
fingering of the trigger let it bust 
In the funds I entrust 

She like my ear 
she get close and whisper stuff 
Back and forth like Wimbledon 
Simpleton 
Demand some moolah
 to be swimming in 
White but
I ain’t rap like Eminem 
When I play out loud I hear again again 
I’m punching out the middle men 
I just belittle them

Monet painting his reflection

Got her 
grippin the upholstery 
Said she dont even know of me 
Now she won’t let go of me 
I got blow in a bag baby wanna make it snow with me? 

Jumpin on the pole for me, girly pay her tolls for me 

On the way to hell and back 
The only thing I control in life be my kicks and attacks 
I got stripped off my back 
No words can react 

This a sanction 
Smoking on some dank shit
Shawty saw my stick and now she wanna crank it 
Girly don’t break it 
Haters gon hate it 

I post every week, keep the hits on your playlist 
I don’t really pay shit
I just celebrated

Life’s been crazy I just sold a plate full
Playful, dreadful, asked for some brain got a head full 
Whatchu got a head for 
If you ain’t thinkin bout thankin me for bread 
Inter course 
Most end in divorce 
Stay on road, stay the course 

interconnected 
Bones be Breakin you can check it off the checklist 
Don’t mind me I got some hash for breakfast 
No im not southern I got cannabis
Forget this 
Gotta check this 

Brand new single outta Astoria been reppin 
North Carolina pouring concrete intersections 

Gotta real steel weapon 
Can’t blame em 
They just wanna end this 
Jewels on my left wrist 


Got her 
grippin the upholstery 
Said she dont even know of me 
Now she won’t let go of me 
I got blow in a bag baby wanna make it snow with me? 

Jumpin on the pole for me, girly pay her tolls for me 

On the way to hell and back 
The only thing I control in life be my kicks and attacks 
I got stripped off my back 
No words can react 

This a sanction 
Smoking on some dank shit
Shawty saw my stick and now she wanna crank it 
Girly don’t break it 
Haters gon hate it

MADI$ON

Girl real bad I take her to store
She real bad can’t fake it no more
When she mad I take her to store we buy some Dior
when we done we fuck on the floor 
I can’t tuck it no more I used the whole roll
She on IG Live just takin a poll 
Wonderin if she loves me no mo 
Why she not buggin me more 
Maybe I bore
Her in the morning and maybe my checks aren’t swarming 


Lemme give you a warning 
I spit gas 
Fast 
Jump on a jet to alask 
Load up a flask and I’m kickin it back 
I don’t drink unless I’m feining a pack 
So don’t even ask 
She left me read, I blew out her back 
I’m seeing all red, I blew a whole stack 
My newest attack 
The truest of blacks
I’m saying my mind is dark 
Feeling so blind I spark 
Park in the back of a gentlemen’s club I’m meeting the plug 
I wish it was light out I’m fearing the fuzz 
Least all I’m getting is nugs
Walk in the club the least I’m getting is hugs
Punch your nose, leave you lookin like pug

You my kryptonite 
Gave you my presence 
This is your gift tonight 
Heavyweight shit I lift too light
Hourly wages
Bitch don’t make me fight 
Salary in wallet
Yeah that’s some loose change 
stealing your boo thang 
I don’t read minds
Girl, get you mood ring
Floating in the rain I drip to the O-ring
feelin numb when it’s your hand that I’m holding 
Hand that I’m holding 
Bands so blue woulda thought they were molding 
Choking it down she lika da crown 
Never putting her down
I’m lifting her up 
Stars in my cup, I’m fillin it up 
Just got to NY and now I’m drillin it up 
Im drillin it up 
Pink rolls Royce 
I be dreaming of sum 
Shine to the core I’m bleeding some sun 

give you a warning 
I spit gas 
Fast 
Jump on a jet to alask 
Load up a flask and I’m kickin it back 
I don’t drink unless I’m feining a pack 
So don’t even ask 
She left me read, I blew out her back 
I’m seeing all red, I blew a whole stack

AE$THETIC

My lust for you still feeds me 
I’m stuck on you I’m fiending
Leaning onto weed, things get blunted on the weekend 
She took off all her sequins 
The mix good but I can’t seem to remember the whole sequence 
See me in the stew I rarely ever frequent 
Frequency’s bumpin in my headphones sound still leaking 
Using vintage samples I’m antiquing 
With your grandmother I be freaking 
Her bones creakin 
I’m cold as fuck 
Hammering out songs yeah I be streaking 
With my clothes on 
Runnin round the city where the hoes are
I make up art n melodies call me Mozart 
You can see the growth just checkout my flow chart 
Firing all cylinders till I spit up cold tar 


I’m On the altar choppin bodies up 
Praise the lord he gon tell me prophecies
I don’t got albums I do odysseys 
Damn my momma proud of me 

Got the touch like Midas, Im all goals 
Carryin a few karats it really help me see the whole pic unfolds 
Gold in my timeline 
Light work yeah a feather in the limelight 
Things work better when you time right 
Late nights in the stu, Countin syllies to construct my haikus 

I Rolled up some sticky 
Didn’t realize you were this high too
Roll another one to pair with my high noon
I’m on a diet 
I got hard liquor and exotic pot 
‘Cibin in the cup I got hypnotic shots 
Damn I need another she starin prolly not 

I go to work in the gym like a body shop 
Slappin more clay on my sculpture till the body rocks

WOAH KENNY

POSTMAN (Feat. Anastasia Skinny)

Remix of Giveon going crazy with the vocals, featuring Anastasia Skinny 

prod. CLEOD

PRETEND (Feat. Anastasia Skinny)

Beat by Gosha
Sound engineering/mixing mastering by CA$HQUIAT

Lyrics - 

Dahmer, I  Murder the game to the top 
Slobberin Spitting nursery rhymes playin to drops 
Hummin to misery rhymes, I’m smokin on rocks


I struggle with pain as I walk alone 
Dreaming the labels threw pay at my dome
Plays at my phone 
Building my name and I’ll do it alone 
Instilling the fame as I roll up the dro 
Shits too fire I stop drop roll  
Coughing and rolling this shit is annoying 
Bolded letters on the beats important 
Embroidered lettters on the seats imported 
Annointed shoulders
the claims distorted 
Shame is ported to the next generation 
Three minutes or less is the end duration 

spending my patience 
Feels like nothing could mess up my cadence 
Lagging behind, I fold up my hands, confessions to father 
Confessions get darker like shades of permanent marker 

Dahmer, I  Murder the game to the top 
Slobberin Spitting nursery rhymes playin to drops
Hummin misery rhymes skipping on rock
Chain so low
I pick up the clock 
Brain so slow
She go dumb on the cock
Look at the homie he talk
Who new fashion was trappin 
Girly got caught wipin her nose, napkin 
Smackin my lips 
Smokin a bowl and I’m packin in tips 
Movin silent a well oiled machine
Feel like a juicer swallowing greens 
Unfollowing teams of conceited beings 
Demeaning demonic entities speeding through lanes 
Appearing in front of mirrors like Mary when you sayin my name 
Movin slow mo like the max of Payne 
Throwback to quarantine, had a few packs of games 
Slangin through packs of celebrity names 
I’m not tryna have celebrity fame 
I want celebrity gains 
Integrity bangs
Slangin through packs of celebrity names 

Tell Me what's changed 
The world is estranged 
I need a new lover I need a new thang 
Side piece 
Main chick 
I plead the fifth to the plaintiff 
She watch me make my beats
She like how I arrange it 
Let's save it 
Face it 

Dahmer, I  Murder the game to the top 
Slobberin Spitting nursery rhymes playin to drops
Hummin misery rhymes skipping on rock

DAHMER (Prod. GOSHA X CA$HQUIAT)

Studio remake of an old song I made. 
Beat by Gosha (leased) 

Lyrics - 

Siphon my money through cyphers and mink
Cuban glowin on my neck like hyper and link
Talkin to stimulants to balance my mood I’m seein a hyper and shrink
I type what I think
Cookin n brewin up lyrics in white colored sinks 
Just kidding, I just say what you think  
Not what you want to hear 
Chain fell back words makin my head tilt to the rear 
Lyricist with dreams uncovered but imma still make a career 
I steer away from collisions like it’s my mission, Avoiding decisions that put me in positions 
To act out 
Trippin so I pulled the Mac out 
Trippin cause I blew her back out 
Smokin on weed no tobacco 
Stack after stack I’m runnin up racks 
Red in my eyes I’m burning up packs 
Warrant on me for murdering tracks 
Hair go crazy
Callin her spidey cause she just amaze me 
Doin it with no hands cause she gettin lazy 

Siphon my money through cyphers and mink
Cuban glowin on my neck like hyper and link
Gonna make my Mark on this rink like Ruben 
To get to your level I’m stoopin 
Stupid 
Spreading the love like I’m Cupid 
Line up the beats, load up my lyrical clips and I’m shootin 
Line up the bodies, I’m lootin
Scootin too fast they can’t track all my movement 
I put more work into my sound and that’s an improvement 
That’s an improvement 
They can’t track all my movement this shit inducement of luck 
Trying to care but I don’t give a fuck 
Trying to care but I don’t give a fuck

LAUNDER (Prod. GOSHA x CA$HQUIAT)

In studio production by CA$HQUIAT 

Beat by Puia Beats

SELF SERVE (Feat. Joovi)(Prod. PUIA X CA$HQUIAT)

Mixing/engineering - CA$HQUIAT
Lyrics/Beat/performance - CLEOD

[Lyrics]

Weed so Loud I’m blowin sound waves instead of smoke 
I’d rather be rich and sad than happy and broke 
Constantly stressed out, I’m happy that I toke 
Invokin the help of past bodies
I really wish we could’ve spoken first 
Sold my soul to the devil, I feel I was awoken cursed 
Bold underlined goals, my level high, her lips pursed 
Pounding her for hours, now her lips hurt 
Took a quarter shrooms, felt the cataclysmic psilocybin first 
Im the worst alive to survive this apocalyptic homocide 
Come inside 
Nobody want the smoke but everybody got a lighter
Haven’t seen her in a month and I feel like it got tighter
Walked away mid argument, she’s not really a fighter 
Gave her the wrong address for show, didn’t really invite her 
Probably did it to spite her 
Crawl over me now she a spider 
she looked at me in the eyes and said “let’s get higher”
Baby 
she prolly meant to shade me
On second thought - fuck her, it prolly meant she hate me 
That voice in my head keep sayin it means she wanna date me 
But that’s the same voice that keeps gettin a yes out of a maybe 
Baby 
Tell me something else that’s not true 
If we turn out the lights I can pretend that it’s not you 
I think I hate you 
Talkin bout my cold past but I’ve had a hot few 
Stop trippin I know you got a lot to -
Process 
Left her on read for an hour and she start to obsess 
start to undress, left her wet for an hour 
Come to think if it I’m honestly impressed 
I don’t feel a thing anymore, honestly I’m so depressed 

you know I only say those things when I get real stressed 
Hold me to a standard and put me to the test 
Worsening conditions I gotta be ready so I shorten my rest 
Gained a few pounds since the last time I got shit off my chest 
I’m moving weight 
Went to Australia they said “your life’s a movie mate”
Hand on my crotch when I take her as my movie date 
Independent so I let the strap hold me late at night 
Mistakes and fights 
Stripper girl a comedian got me doin spit takes with ice 
Bleeding from the forehead cause I through her a diamond 
Call me Andy samberg, I’m lonely on this island 
My hands shaking, I haven’t ate in like eight hours 
Probably isn’t a good idea to house whiskey sours 
Like a snakes mouth, this depression devours 
Left with a bad taste, the first impression devours 
I think I know everything but I’ve only known you for a couple hours

All Alone (Prod. CA$HQUIAT)

Self-composed & mixed


[Lyrics] 


I just scratched the surface 
Got dirt all in my cuticles 
He ain’t around he a square
dropping bombs all in his cubicle 
Beware, he dares to leave it all behind 
Yeah we all knew he would 
Knock him out harder than a roofie could


I said rest in peace 
Shmorgasboard fulla hella trees 
She look at it desperately
Tell her to get the fuck out but I said it respectfully 
Ooh
My body wrecking me
I don’t pay it no mind but it feel like a reckoning 
Her body callin for me, It be beckoning 
Bodies straight sectioning 
I’m like Hannibal lector in the studio 
It’s refreshing to me 
Exotic packs od Fumi 
Fumigate the crib 
 a christening 
Her fake body it glistening 
Makeup on
My models festering 
She deserve to be the centerpiece 
Ooh Don’t pester me 
Congeniality I want forever peace 

Ooh 

I said rest in peace 
Shmorgasboard fulla hella trees 
She look at it desperately
Tell her to get the fuck out but I said it respectfully 
I don’t want no fame I just want them to remember me 
So I simply compose a whole symphony 
This ain’t no whistle beat 
I make my own history
writing up the fiction heat 
I straight dig in these 
Bars off the top I must be swingin free 
Callin up sigmund Freud I need help physically 
I’d say it’s mentally but I fuck with my mentality 
It’s a technicality 
The way I be makin donuts whole I just powder these lyrics n made up a recipe 

She look at me sexually 
If I try hard enough then she’ll let me eventually 
Perplexing for me 
 been four years since she was horny
Her body like some morphine 
I push it till my veins bleed 
Kush till my brain freeze 

She my main squeeze 
Pedal to the metal I be handin out these daisies 
Of course they wanna pay me 
One verses, two hooks, anywhere, anytime they get the same fee 

Bitch don’t blame me 
With the market that we live in you lucky that the game free 
Beats I exchange free 
The money made the same for me 
Franklin be my main homie, built a name for me 

She still Lust for the chrome hearted fur 
I turn the frankincense to dust 
Don’t even get me started on the myrrh 
Got the duffel bag suitcase, the sandals are a must 
I do the dirt 
Pearls clutched 
Blushed over a purse
Tell her do your worst 

I got a newer verse
Cursed myself with a voodoo doll 
Sunday, Sat me back of the church 
Oogle all the time 
She in her prime, make the homies cry 
She like to drink they whine 

For the second time 

Can’t keep the bars out my mind 
I hopped a different line 
Shoulda built a stony wall, 
Phony fools in bony brawls 
greating death is a lonely talk
bone meet bone, got no meat 
Some got beef the stores recalled 

Ask her why you cryin, she so blue call her cyan 

Sippin on some cibin’ 
brewed mushroom tea fills the room 
We gon be vibin soon 

just opened your mouth n the whole group know you lyin boo 

Even if I get a offer I ain’t signing soon

Morphine

Produced by CLEOD
"Written" and performed by Tariq the Tyrant & CLEOD


"Last Day" Feat. Tariq, the Tyrant (PROD CLEOD)

Beat & Sound engineering by Ca$hquiat
Performed and written by CLEOD

[Lyrics]

These women don’t satisfy they just meet you in the middle 
Down bad, hands up
I’m feelin like I’m Malcom in the middle 
I’m so high I can’t look down even a little 
On the roof without a fiddle 
the meaning of life without a riddle 
I can’t wait to get out of this shit hole 
I’m straight lookin through the pin hole 
I got two twin turbos
We in the hotel room getting sinful 
Three some over there 
 I can’t help but stay lookin out the window 
I can’t keep Keep drowning out these signals 
I can’t keep pounding down these fistfuls
Pills
wishfully betting on thrills 
Feels like forever more 
I forever will 
Kick the bucket, hangin my my shoe lace 
choke her till she blue face 
Chrisean rock 
Getting sloppy top, two face Hoe this that like to talk a lot 
We don’t park in a parking lot 
We be barkin in it in the cuts like a barbershop 

Yeah she talk a lot 
I don’t blame her when you off the green it’s so hard to stop 
Wrist is soggy it’s waterlogged 
She on me like a water bug 
She suck me off then go give your daughter hugs 
Showing her lots of love 

To my pocket book 
And the watch she took 
Dahmer stopping to look 
Bomber droppin these hooks 
Lyrical maniac i don’t need a hook

Flick of the wrist
That’s all that it took 
Using till I’m bruising yeah that’s it
It got me shook

These women don’t satisfy they just meet you in the middle 
Down bad, hands up 
I’m feelin like I’m Malcom in the middle 
I’m so high I can’t look down just a little 
On the roof without a fiddle 
What’s the meaning of life without a riddle 
I can’t wait to get out of this shit hole 

Rolled up a prequel, follow that up with the main clip i gotta make it equal 
Where’s my sequel 
Smokin it down till I’m feelin evil 
That’s the secret 

But let’s be real 
You never gonna get like bezos offa benzos 
Put that shit down 
Then they feel suspenseful 
Penning homies into the lyrics like they dead tho 
I got dead bros 
I just got love for the homies thatve been there for 
Years 
And more to come 
Wet that jawn up like I got a water gun 
Spooky flow imma make a monster jump 
I got a monster truck 
She a grave digger 
Keepin the heat I got that Dahmer Tucked 
Short in stature I behave bigger 
It’s a martyr huh 

I go harder yeah yuh 
I’m an artist gimme some
Philly packs of silly dro 
Willy nilly hoes 
Roll so much I smoke up the city 
Got bars all in my notes
Like evil keenevil the way Im flippin those 

All these women though 
Woah

IN THE MIDDLE (Prod. CA$HQUIAT)

[LYRICS]
Vibe with the kick and this bass drum 
Call my dick cocaine make her face numb

Take my dick out her mouth 
Let her say sum
I’ll be your gump jenny, we can play dumb 

Cookin with the stroke but my cocks raw 
Can you keep a secret with that lock jaw
Drop all your clothes and let the bra drop
Acting oh so  bro catch me hittin up that chakra
Vodka down the throat like a free fall 

Ride up and down back and forth with the
see saw
Crouch down low need some pads cause her knees raw 

Honey don’t know me she listen to the buzz like a bee does 
Stevie wonder type fallin I don’t see love 
Bleed some 
Picking out my pockets cause I need some
I don’t need guns 
Still put holes in you trypophobia
Smoking up some foliage 
Pirating samples I’m feelin Somalian 
Give thoughts to Scriptures I’m pairing 
giving scripts to thots
 thinkin that I’ll care again

Give props to my pops 
picturing me in McLaren 
Sunglasses on, vibes glarin

Let’s smile up a Sheraton 
Ask me what to wear again 
I tongue punch her face call my Tyson 
She slurp me down real clean like a Dyson 
She sucked out my soul I got demons she could fight them 

Pull her hair, control her body, ratatouille 
She like stir fry cause she Bad and boujee 
She so mad n moody 
Let my boy write this im spitting the raddest joovi
Sittin with a two piece feelin groovy 



Vibe with the kick and this bass drum 
Call my dick cocaine make her face numb

Take my dick out her mouth 
Let her say sum
I’ll be your gump jenny, we can play dumb 

Numb to the chorus so I drop it down flat
I become the whole aura 
Someone help me now STAT
Pronto on that put some fronto on that 

Yeah
Yeah I got it down pat 
She got a cute bush, put a beat around that
Got some pretty lips she put my meat around that 
Sippin real clean listerine i got it strapped
I go quick on releases even quicker my attacks 

I got a real disorder 
I’m a hypochondriac 
A little bipolar and some psychosis in fact 

You see I’m a real clean man you can tell by my demeanor 
I spit hard and fast, Johnny sins check the meter

Timmy turner bumpin through the tweeters 
Tell me who’s been meaner 

She got sneakers I guess she in the bleachers 

I poured lean up in the speaker now it’s tweaking hard like teacher 

I put ghosts all in my closet
The skeletons took over 
I got helpless as a hopeful artist wishing it was over 
Scars in October 
I’m a wounded winter soldier 
I fall down to the ground till I’m grounded n roll over in my grave 
Stab me with a stake 
Let the demons have a break

GUMP (Prod. CA$HQUAIT)

Beat/lyrics & performance - CLEOD
Sound engineering/mixing/mastering - CA$HQUAIT

[Lyrics]

My blunt at halfway really look like your starter 
I stick and move like lil Wayne in Tha Carter
Must’ve left my brains in the charger 
I gave her some change but somehow forgot to charge her 
I go harder 
put an ounce up in it I had an el chapo Christmas
I pounce on it like Versace linens 
I just bounce on em
Imma run a train on em
build a house up on it 
Count up bonnets got baby bounty, honest 
Lookin like chessire, my eyes are jaundice
Ladies doubt me endless
Stout in hand, I’m penless
I gotta a lotta freestylin to do for my penance

Stole a tenants pendant in apartment 
I’m surprised they didn’t hide it in compartment 
I got a load of Legal jargon
hard on for realty bargains 

I settle like some sediment 
Rap like a veteran 
I speak with a lisp it’s my grill no impediment 
Impaired like some hearing aids
I’m movin faster like the pedal go for days 

I love an excellent cheese selection
Cheefin on my master kush collection 
She queef and she clear the whole section 
She love my mind, she don’t mind the erection
Despise an election, spitting some lies of inflection 
Comprise a new blessing
living my life like I need a new lesson 

I’m funny like an SNL segment 

I be in the gym straight flexin 
Guns on me, limb weapons 
Limp on a stretcher
Fools walkin round in some sketchers 
Summer Warm like a sweater 
I never spend a dime I regret yuh

My blunt at halfway look like your starter 
I put an ounce in it, el chapo Christmas goes harder
I stick and move like lil Wayne in Tha Carter
I pounce on it, painted new borders  
Must’ve left my brains in the charger 
I gave her change but somehow forgot to charge her 

Walking target, she a harlot watchin 
Wear a scarlet letter now I’m harpin 

Royalty like Meghan Markel 
Chain down low I just had to let it sparkle 
Leaded oil in my vehicle 

Document my rolls call em chronicles, I smoke a sequel 
Like a sprained ankle
I light where I want call me sparky
My highs always permanent call it sharpie

Cypher (Prod. CA$HQUAIT)

🔪 In the cut makin waves like a barber do 🔪


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