NO JUMPER (prod. JayDee)

Whxxpin

NBE EDGY - Final Warning (prod. NBE ENT)

Pull up ( Janky Baby)

BrazyOGM  ‘off the porch’

NBE EDGY - BAG TALK ( prod. NBE ENT)

NBE EDGY - Bag Runnin (prod.NBE ENT)

Street Team (EDGY X Prod_m3 - prod- EDGY)

gro lazy eye freestyle

If I Won’t See U / Heavy Heart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SZOOWv5SpE

“NO VACANCY”


Fake love at the door, I don’t answer, I don’t speak,
You vibrate too loud, I can hear the fuckin’ weak,
Everybody “solid” till the lights go bleak,
Now they fold, now they crack, now they beg, now they leak.
No vacancy in my soul or my space,
You wear faces like masks, all fear, no face,
You want my hell, not the work, not the pace—
Stay the fuck out my air, stay the fuck out my faith.


They insecure, so they orbit my flame,
Try to siphon the glow, then they run from the name,
Talk big in a room but they brittle with shame,
Every smile got a debt, every favor a chain.
I seen wolves dress soft just to enter the yard,
Seen friends turn ghosts when the pressure got hard,
Everybody got a mouth when the distance is far,
But it’s quiet as a church when it’s face-to-the-heart.
I don’t need your opinions, I skate where it’s thin,
You sink in the crowd, I carve through the din,
You mirror who you with, I been locked in within,
You chase validation—I been chasing a sin.
Watch ‘em gloat in the daylight, rot in the dark,
You flex for the net, I bleed on the bars,
You addicted to posing, I’m addicted to scars,
I made hell feel like home, made survival an art.


Fake love at the door, I don’t answer, I don’t speak,
You vibrate too loud, I can hear the fuckin’ weak,
Everybody “solid” till the lights go bleak,
Now they fold, now they crack, now they beg, now they leak.
No vacancy in my soul or my space,
You wear faces like masks, all fear, no face,
You want my hell, not the work, not the pace—
Stay the fuck out my air, stay the fuck out my faith.


You move off envy, I move off scars,
You want my shadow but not my wars,
You want the smoke but you cough on the draw,
You want the crown but you lost in the floors.
They get close just to measure the fall,
Try to map my ribs like a federal wall,
But you can’t GPS pain in a vault,
You can’t crack a spine that was sharpened to crawl.
You leech the vibe, then you act surprised,
When I cut your access and sever the ties,
You ain’t my blood, ain’t my breath, ain’t my tribe,
You just a craving with legs and a mouth full of lies.
They need a hero, they need a villain,
They need a target to feed their feelings,
I need silence and ceiling-high demons,
I pray in static, I sleep in static, I rise in static.


Everybody want access, nobody want weight,
Everybody want truth till it spits in their face,
Everybody want depth till they drown in the lake,
Now they reaching for rafts made of clout and escape.


Fake love at the door, I don’t answer, I don’t speak,
You vibrate too loud, I can hear the fuckin’ weak,
Everybody “solid” till the lights go bleak,
Now they fold, now they crack, now they beg, now they leak.
No vacancy in my soul or my space,
You wear faces like masks, all fear, no face,
You want my hell, not the work, not the pace—
Stay the fuck out my air, stay the fuck out my faith.


I don’t hate you—I see you, that’s worse,
You a mirror with thirst, you a curse in a verse,
You hang ‘round the fire but you scared of the burn,
So you warm your hands while I turn into dirt.

No Vacancy.

NBE EDGY - Bag Runnin (prod.NBE ENT)

NBE EDGY

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