you're still far from it
album 2022
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lyrics:

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice

and you got way too much to learn
i don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
and i had to wait, now they wait for my return
he was talking all that shit i'll be the last one that's concerned
cause it's, real, went from zero to a deal
can't wait for the next time i touch a fucking mill
my heart is untouchable that shit is made of steel
nowadays when my song come on they never standing still

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice
nowadays im getting mad racks for talking on a mic
but don't get it twisted i could never be afraid to die
i appreciate it i told you that you not my type
if i had to be you that'd be suicide

if i want it imma get it let me figure out a way
love to look up at my paypal see the money duplicate
hate me love me on the next day get the fuck up off my face
i'm not really tryna talk, i was busy being soil to the plants
so many mfing hours that i spent
it's about life we gon lose many friends
so many of you think that you're the shit, i gotta tell you you're not
even that's what you think you are
i had to tell you you're hot shit, you're not gonna come this far (aaah)

fuck all that bitch shit, your song come on i hear nothing but crickets
never did show but i'll sell out some tickets, up on the ATM counting some digits
that shit is old i'm not dropping no snippet, you get the pack and you fumble and flip it
somebody tell that boy he cannot kick it, i got a worldwide plug he british
i got 2k3 on my bank i feel like CJ808
man i woke up money hungry think im making racks today
i got lots on my mind but the same up on my plate
i know you're losing so my day is going great

hook: 
and you got way too much to learn
i don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
and i had to wait, now they wait for my return
he was talking all that shit i'll be the last one that's concerned
cause it's, real, went from zero to a deal
can't wait for the next time i touch a fucking mill
my heart is untouchable that shit is made of steel
nowadays when my song come on they never standing still

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice
nowadays im getting mad racks for talking on a mic
but don't get it twisted i could never be afraid to die
i appreciate it i told you that you not my type
if i had to be you that'd be suicide

hard headed 🧱

msn bag collectors item, the song, self produced
this song has something to do with the upcoming album

swear to god

produced by me

lyrics: 

(we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about debt, we talk about life, you talk about me, i talk about racks, i talk about plans, i talk about things i shouldn't have said)

i need to lift, the left side of my head
i'm still tryna make sense, of everything that they said
and the worst part about it
is that it's starting to click

when we get older the pressure get greater
i'm not gonna do it right now if it's something that i could do later
and that's my problem
stuck at the bottom

i work so hard but don't feel any greater
i like to talk about life but life do not like the way i portray her
and that's my problem
i tried to warn them

(imma tell a lie right now like)

shoot at anybody i look at and see, i just bough a cruise now i'm overseas
that boy still my son, pay respect to me,  don't need no tutorial i do it with ease
i don't need an eight, bitch i need the tree, i just sparked it up so it's hard to breathe
if they did you bad, don't get mad at me, heard he getting mad cause his pockets E

and i lie... until it comes true and, maybe that's the reason i'm not mad you
i try every time but it's... always the same, 
if i did it right then i still end up picking up the blame

had to cut him off because he did some shit that i don't claim
now that tryna turn around and tell me that i'm fucking fake
tried to get help but then they said that i should meditate
that bullshit doesn't work for me what works is getting paid

hop up off the bed i pop
fuck the breakfast, i want rocks
bitch if i paid i'll cop
i'm friends with felons can't get caught
bet you never heard of me
i walk in and start a scene
act, bitch we sipping pink
packed, but we still jumped in

and i tried i tried i tried
i'm not good with wasting time
most good times come in disguise
but fuck it, i'll say it fine

and we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about death, we talk about life, can't

rude

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Recorded on my Laptop Microphone for fun.

I move this Saturday, and  "chronic" will continue as soon as I finish acoustic proofing my new room which won't take too long. i'm hoping to finish it as soon as possible. drop date is still 2022.

lyrics:

i don't really give a fuck, what they talking bout
said i don't like paper, prove him wrong right now
bitch i'm counting rolling paper, imma smoke right now
and he not talking money what he talking bout
she said she want me so i kicked her out
back then i had less than hundred on my bank account
you be talking shit but im here what we doing now
and if it's up to me i'll try a hundred ways to make it out

you be talking shit you going through it
im a band man, i phase through the groupies
that hoe tried to fuck on me she thought that i was stupid
i just took his shit now he look stupid

i haven't dropped now they're clueless
i know if they don't copy me then they can't do it
these rappers talking bout their mans gonna shoot it
bitch i shot off his brain now he stupid (x2)

every time i win i catch them losing
yo bitch dont want you she was choosing, but that's just how it go
i was in the field you were snoozing
now they don't fuck with your music, don't count on me lil bro
i was getting bands by my lone
you fucked it up yourself it's like you tried to go broke, i know
if they catch me i'll get life for this phone
methods that i shouldn't have known, i don't know

stupid

forever_yk

lowselfvalue (prod. chaosysl)

prod me
no mix, demo
extra guitar work by me
cover art from "chirk" game
production inspired by freger

so summer's gone
it's fun to act like it's not over
i'm ugly like i was back then
i ran away into a mountain
where nothing passes by but wind
and everybody's looking at me
but no one looks at me like you, no one looks at me like you
it all went wrong
i tried to tell you you were different
you never even paid me mind
and getting you to say i love you
isn't the same as ily
and if i wasn't so obsessed
i admit that it's a waste of time, admit that it's a waste of time

would you care to add me to the roster
my bones are getting weak
i know i've been acting like a monster
but don't be afraid of me
this time i don't wanna go home
i'll be one of your freaks
your sorry eyes put me to bed, wake me up from my sleep
gnawing every single bone you shattered
you're everything i need
lately you've been coming off as creepy, like there's something that you've seen
why couldn't things be simple as i thought they would be
i clenched my jaw hard onto you, now i ran out of teeth

summer's gone

Music Video: https://youtu.be/LFv6SF0wLPw?si=yN8yxip9zR7ODSUf

hansen (symelz)

6. shatter w cherriwoodz (bxxngan)

1. wise story (clockwork&zjay)

4. whatworth (symelz&ikari&kin)

5. vanishinall (ikari)

11. mytheory w Marlon DuBois (ikari)

7. fairsphere (me)

8. rockoutscene (luvpurp&symelz)

9. loadingtaken (shyne&bxxngan)

Lyrics: 

Labels trying to get me
I can’t fuck with her she moving iffy
Stripper bitch, she bringing home them ones and it’s like plenty
Someone laced my pack, I’m movin’
Oh… no
I can’t move my hands, I feel so goddamn slow
Dumb bitch dropped the fuckin’ wood, guess I’ll let it go
Shit, I’m goin’ up she talking bout, “As you should, Lil’ Woke”
Bitch you uppin’ fye in function, is you dumb lil’ bro?
Why do I surround myself with dumb and dumber hoes?
Lil’ Jay came with racks and now he thumbing bro
Used to have your back and I was gunning for you
Bad enough, you took her back, you cuffin’ her
Casper on the crime scene, left no fuckin’ evidence 
That’s the fucking plan
Trippin’ ‘cause I’m nonchalant. That’s just how I am
Me and twin got LooseLeaf’s for days, fucked the whole gram
Where my freedom at?
Labels trying to get me
I can’t fuck with her she moving iffy
Stripper bitch, she bringing home them ones and it’s like plenty
Someone laced my pack, I’m movin’
Oh… no
I can’t move my hands, I feel so goddamn slow
Chattin bout lil’ fragged aht, but you ain’t do that shit
Talkin’ out yo ass, fuckboy ain’t making no sense
My bad ‘cause I’m in this bitch trying to make a difference 
I guess it’s my bad that your old bitch trying to be on my dick
This nigga been lagged, his whole career back in 2016
Slow down droppin’ all that BS, that shit with the bad mixing

cd7

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