Name: Misty by Tar Virgi_Botha
Duration: 3 min 31 s
Description: end of the year glad I tried to chase my dream

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Boomshakalaka

Freshest

Freshest (Boomshakalaka EP)

Scaled the heights, alien like
They tryna be impalin Mike
Got the bail right, but can’t post it
In the cell you was boastin, I just roast it
On that hoe shit, get your throat slit
Feed his homies the whole clip
Might even reload it till it bust ya shit open
Then I’ll be tokin a Golani, spot me on the trolly
Wit the problems beside me
Ready to do the robbery, not a process to see
Backpackin, hit the trap after, like that matters
Cash and the stashes, burn it to hash ashes
Wassup, you get fucked up for fakin the funk
Girls know I’m breaking the guts...
Then taking they stuff, cuz I’m grimy as hell
Find me in the dwell, they say I rhyme too well
It makes my mind swell, only time will tell
If it aligns me with wealth, grinded for delf
Come see how the fire felt..
Had to remind myself I don’t desire help
I won’t owe you the favor later
Part of what’s greater, couldn’t taste the flavor 
Pray to the savior, but if I’m behind the razor
You won’t make it, then taser who debates it
It’s the funk, why you gotta fake it
Can’t adapt to changes, or if I let a gauge lift
Spray it, you faking the funk, can’t sway us
It might get your face cut, chase what?
I’m bouda face a blunt, you faking the funk...
You faking the funk... I’m crazy as fuck
The mental hospital woulda sent me 2 hospice
Dead on arrival, then preachin a ghetto gospel
If you woulda knew me then
Straight to the looney bin, cop a few Tims
Stomp heads till I got the juice again
Let’s begin.. Remember back
Confronted by Men in Black, your memory
Just lend us that, can never get it back
We could take your soul too
I wouldn’t let em pull thru, they all told you
What I molded to, might a broke a tooth or two
Hunnit, if I’m ever frontin, hit me wita gun quick
My raps make son quit
Cuz he only spit about dumb shit
His girl get laced up, y’all faking the funk
Evidence traced to the cut, all that’s left
Is the paper of the Dutch
It would bring a smile to my face
To throw a pedophile in the lake
And brick down the chains
Kill em without shame.. How I feel today
Most people could relate, if not
They prolly being fake, too politically correct
Opinions on the internet could spin the web
Flip some shit you said
Make you look like a dickhead
The pages up, they faking the funk
Look for praises and love
Only find traitors and bugs
You faking the funk, I’m tasting my blood
Don’t you dare disgrace us by faking the funk
The gremlin disrespectin ya chin
I’m crazy as fuck, you faking the funk
All of y’all faking the funk...

...

Show me the house where the hoes around
Slow bounce, UFO, then I’m out, ow
It’s like the Howard Stern show
But I ain’t burned below, yo
How do you grow when they doubt you bro
Collide ya over the divider, they mite suicide ya
Cuz of what you vibin, they all lyin
I’m a lion, caged in the circus
You believe to play is worthless
I’ma stay and murk it
Real issues raise to the surface
How to avert it, don’t have 911 alerted
I’m who the state versus
While you on that straight herb shit
Making love songs, thinking where it go wrong
Everywhere you look, I gotta bear the brut
I’m scary as a crook
Don’t stare at me if you would
Know I’m mysterious but never delirious
I’m dead serious when you hearin this

Nothing appears how it is
But there’s no fear in the kid
My equilibrium’s off, ain’t killin it soft
I’m forreal dog, my equilibrium’s off
What I see is seriously flawed
Y’all really some frauds
You say my equilibrium’s off
Feel the cloth, I’m cut from
What up cuz, what up blood
My equilibrium’s off

Peel the exhaust, on the freeway to freedom
Over 110, I’m speedin, far as leadin
Who needs it, I’m getting weeded
Remain seated even if you feelin seasick
Peep it..

Drive to the edge of the Earth
Contempt & concern I won’t be dead in the dirt
I’ll let it burn, good luck tryna douse it
You was never about it, but you the loudest
I’ll throw you off a mountain
Bodies, who’s countin? The town flipped
Bugged when I came thru, fresh blazer suit
And suede boots, blades wave at the crew

You're Fakin' the Funk/Equilibrium (prod. by G.U.Dolla x bvtman)

fingers down my hair, u and me was such a pair
we had swear, that well be great, we had such bond
too bad you are gone, its just me, on my own
acting like my lifes movie, can we go on break
all these arcs, are turning me, to a villian
and i aint feeling, all these bitches, turning sides like REM
told me u a dime, i swear ur name was penny
back on topic, u had stopped me, in the halls
and told me things, that you will only see, inside the movies
baby u was acting, i admit, u caught my eye
like a fisherman u pullin, but this shit is too addicting
love is something u cant fake, and if u do than fuck you too
honestly why even brag that u dont lie, but live ur life
in such a lie, like we aint met eye to eye, we had bonded
it was 12, i was bored, so we called, made a joke and broke the slience, we was talking, tension started building, any comment,
and we blushing, thats what made it so exciting
when u do not put a title, it can lead to anything
we made time, to see each other, we had told our folks
we had a date, they were willing, to let us,go, ofc they met me first
they had expections, ik that they did, they saw ur exs 
thought their daughter lost a brain, i was different both in looks
and personailty, i think thats why u stayed, u had saw a different way
baby u saw something, that was nothing, turned it into soemthing nice
maybe thats why it was nice, no damn fights, no damn jealousy
we had trust, and thank god that we took a leap
lost insurance, gain experaince, now im teaching lessons
to the youngins, telling them, yea enjoy the single life
but when u find somebody, who aint just another body
cherish them, cause itll be over in a flash, i promise that
sadness comes in happiness, accept the pain and good
when it comes ur time, you will sit alone, just thinkin
we was such a pair, i knew forever had a ending, i just wish u was included, now im isolated from the public, went to see another
she was nothin, aint no goals, aint no bills, thats why i got chills
she was boring, how tf she ruined dinner, in just 30 seconds 
if u was there, wouldve got me through the night
hell we couldve gone home, went a few nights
without even leaving each other, and these bitches that i meet
cant meet my expections, u bitches think, u can walk in
just cause u so pretty, i think thats so funny
whatcha you bringing to my table
please dont mention ur pussy, please dont talk about bodies
please dont mention how u get into clubs, how u pay for ur weed
how u get what u need, i already know, trust me your insulting my space, with ur presence like that, yea im picky asf
u should too, when you make a apperence, i expect the best
thats me thinking of my exs, bar could never be so low
ik that sounds rude, but listen girl, i cant give u the whole world
if your polluting the space, making face, cause im disgusted
by the way that u talk, leave the door, and take a walk

such a pair (prod. giamma)

Money Laundering
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Prod.yungcase4angel
Mix&master-yungcase
Cover-yungcase

Trap Dancin'
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Prod.HXLLSHADE
Cover-yungcase
Mix&master-yungcase

Money Laundering (Feat.IAMMONEY)

Good Habits (produced By EP)

end of the year glad I tried to chase my dream 

Misty

(Close my eyes)XSmok3X

Medusa In Gucci (feat. Ripleyz)

Philter

end your life!.mp3

first tune since i got my mic back ! shoutout graham for the vibes on this

SUI (prod. bailey daniel)

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Independent Artist 
Rnb, Hip Hop Trapsoul
and Trap songwriter .

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