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“Crayola!” is a colorful, confident, and subversive anthem that feels like a conjuring circle made of glitter, incense, and dollar bills. It’s a rejection of industry puppetry, a reclamation of femme magic, and a poetic flex that feels street-certified and metaphysically protected.

This isn’t rap for the radio. This is rap for the altar.
And if someone’s not listening close, they’re gonna miss that the beat just hexed them.

Crayola!

The entire track is a allegory of how artists— especially Black, especially femme-are harvested, sold, drained, and discarded. I use the stomach, cervix, ribs, and womb to locate the war. Your literal body becomes the site of critique. This song criticizes industry and reveals it as predatory, consumptive, and inhuman. Visualizing what it means to be spiritually fed lies while physically starving.

Starving Artists

Pre chorus-
I’m Like A Xan bitch I’m popping 
I might pop up on your gram when 
You lurking 
I might pop you in the mouth if you talking 
I make all these niggas mad cause I’m popping 

Chorus-
Bitch I’m pop-u-lar (bitch I’m popping) 
Ken got all the fans
I guess that’s why they mad 
Bitch I’m pop-u-lar (Ken Is popping) 
And I don’t need no friends I guess that’s why I ain’t mad

Verse 1:
I’m way to popular to sit and argue 
With niggas who ain’t pop so now they need a 
Issue but I don’t hand out signature 
I won’t endorse you 
Cause I stay in your head too much am I your favorite POP TUNE.
I’m never thinking bout you
Guess you got no reply value 
Better switch up your tone 
Before I niggas hit dat dial tone
Bitch your minutes is up 
Got fifteen rounds In your call-log
So if u call in man that bitch bet not call off 

Pre chorus-
I’m Like A Xan bitch I’m popping 
I might pop up on your gram when 
You lurking 
I’m pop you in the mouth if you talking 
I make all these niggas mad cause I’m popping 

Chorus-
Bitch I’m pop-u-lar (bitch I’m popping) 
Ken got all the fans
I guess that’s why they mad 
Bitch I’m pop-u-lar (Ken Is popping) 
And I don’t need no friends I guess that’s why I ain’t mad

Verse 2:
HI! YOU ,
Dim hoe Witt a low ip
Dim little bitch lemme light you
Up with a blic and fry you
Like bye you
Did I scalp you
bald on a bitch like caillou
Balled on a bitch like kyrie
I just did a dunk on you

Look at my wrist it’s freezing off
Dammit my drip might freezher card
Diamonds like piss I piss her off
You pissy bitch just shake it off
You pussy bitch you pussy cat
Bitch Close them legs that pussy broad
You’re not smart such a broad
All them comments full of bots

Niggas want to read but ain’t never got not bookings 
Get them out the stew please niggas ain’t cookings
Niggas never eat so it’s time to start fasting
Give a bitch gas everytime I say a sentence 
Man you hoes too finicky while y’all pick and choose to beef
Heard you want all of the smoke so hit the gas and twist that key

Pre chorus-
I’m Like A Xan bitch I’m popping 
I might pop up on your gram when 
You lurking 
I’m pop you in the mouth if you talking 
I make all these niggas mad cause I’m popping 

Chorus-
Bitch I’m pop-u-lar (bitch I’m popping) 
Ken got all the fans
I guess that’s why they mad 
Bitch I’m pop-u-lar (Ken Is popping) 
And I don’t need no friends I guess that’s why I ain’t mad

K3ndei-“Pop”

FOYF(Freestyle)

ATTENTION (ft. PUMA)

Lyrics:

Double C full of cheese, this that Provolone
High heels & shoppin’ sprees, that’s what Girly on
Like they ignored the phone call, better watch they tone
Y-You know these hoes can’t stay away, shit, I’m better than dope
Got stripper bitches shakin’, me & you ain’t adjacent
On top like ceilings, while these bitches rappin’ in they basement
Leave bitches on the pavement
A legend in the makin’, I’m gon’ need ‘bout a milli if they want me signed like vagrants
G-Got Owens on my tippies
Diamonds stuck up, they bitchy
Might cop some more of these, since these bitches said I’m “Ricky”
Off the drugs, lil’ nigga, I’m out of love
Heart cold, bad bitch, yeah, I’m hella numb
Yah mean?

Yo, Trench, heard hese bitches wanna problem now 40 Caliber, putting bitches
in the coffin, ow, know gotta hurt
Since I came in, bitches fading out 
Bitch, I go bezerk
In Neiman Marcus, I be tweaking out
Lisa blast the clip
Intersex, it got a dick 
Black Griselda, so much money now think I’m moving bricks
Ain’t no rap bitch dead, alive on track can give me shit
On instrumentals beating bitches, Barbie feel like Michael Vick
My niggas squeeze the blick ‘til you see the veins
Tearing through the bitches, massacre, splatter bitches brains
Man, how dare these bitches ever think me and them the same?
OG Barbie-Doll, that other bitch giving Curtis Payne, yeah, uh

C-Cost ‘bout a stack for all this weave, can’t fuck with cheap hoes
Wish they could do it how I do it, they want the cheat code
Just like the hair on bitches heads, y’all don’t belong
I told that bitch, “Spit shine my crown, & then be gone”
I been solidified, bitch, you know I’m too official
But ask yourself, if you leave, would they really miss you?
How the fuck they comin’ for me, startin’ to think gay niggas straight
Yeah, they call me Mrs. Blatt, let that choppa hit yo face, nigga
Fuck out my face, nigga
Unless you payin’, nigga
A healthy diet, but my pockets out of shape, nigga
It’s only one of me, so never mind my wannabes
The baddest bitch out all you hoes, who gone disagree, bitches?

Provolone

Me vs. Everything

SOLO (DGMFU) (Briar B, Marrkaink)

Just an artist building my artistic muscle and strengthening my artistic bone. Such is my PENance! ✍🏾🔥🫶🏾

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