Un Verano En Nueva York

Moe Texas

Hijo Del Viento

Kick

Bashfortheworld - Who Would've Thought

Tha world is yours (prod. marf hundo)

(Lyrics)

Slidin my brothers is with me without em I can’t picture life everyday would just always feel empty
I jus been running the routes to the cake fell in love with the gwalla I want all the fetti
Whippin dat 92’ Honda ain’t think I would make but thankfully god said I’m ready 
Went through a lot in this life learned you can’t trust a soul if you do then it’s bound to get messy
I ain’t a killer don’t tempt me
it ain’t my fault that yo bitch bussin open like Pepsi
Hoopin you know I’m a demi 
ain’t missing shit cause my shooter Isaiah a lefty 
I ain’t got time to be petty 
deep in my bag need more money already got plenty 
Need more my songs trendy 
ain’t give me shit so I’m grinding to get me a twenty

My stomach stayed filled with spaghetti If I lost my dad to be honest don’t know where fuck I’d be at
Rappin in class to snappin on all of these beats fucking bitches and pullin they tracks
yeah I think magic is real had my dogs switching sides it turns out that them boy was some rats
Rip all of my brothers
No matter how much I cry know I can’t get em back 
driving it straight to the rack
Ref blew his whistle heard net and I added some tax
I needed time to relax
Fighting my demons cause I know they bound to attack
Turnin it up to the Max 
been known we different how didn’t you notice the far away gap
Going too fast
I feel in love I stay speeding you know I ain’t coming in last

Sliding my brothers is with me without em I can’t picture life everyday would just feel empty
I jus been running the routes to the cake fell in love with the gwalla I want all the fetti
Whippin dat 92’ Honda ain’t think I would make but thankfully god said I’m ready 
Went through a lot in this life learned you can’t trust a soul if you do then it’s bound to get messy
I ain’t a killer don’t tempt 
it ain’t my fault that yo bitch bussin open like Pepsi
Hoopin you know I’m a demi 
ain’t missing shit cause my shooter Isaiah a lefty 
I ain’t got time to be petty 
deep in my bag need more money already got plenty 
Need more my songs trendy 
ain’t give me shit so I’m grinding to get me a twenty

Ay, I fuck up like 28 grams in a week young Ybb
I’m grabbing my holster
I’m fucking yo bitch she ride it like coster
I’m sippin mimosa
My nigga I came up
Blood came from oppression my people from Cuba
Dive in it like scuba
I’m geekin’ off all of the Thraxx that I roll up
Hundreds n fifties
Ay, I need me some hundreds n fifties
Hundreds n fifties
Ay, if you don’t got money you trippin
I bout my Benjamins
I’m smoking that Thraxx out a penjamin
I peel off the lot in a foreign thing
And half of y’all niggas in celibance￼
And half of y’all niggas is childish
Half of y’all niggas is broke as shit
And most of y’all niggas some pussy bitches
I stay in the cut and just smoke my Swisher
And I might just go and just fuck his sister 
I let off the Choppa and bullets hit them
I’m doing them burnies in first gear
You niggas some pussies got cat ears
I’m smoking that joint and I shed a tear for all of my Homies that ain’t here
Shit getting heavy 
life‘s a bitch and I’m not ready
The world be scary and that shit is depressing 
I learned my lesson
Fuck bitches get that fetti nigga
Cranberry in my cup I’m not sipping liquor
I don’t need the devil nectar to make me feel better
Ay, straight green that pressure P that shit looks like trees￼￼￼￼￼￼
Ybb look so clean fresh down to his knees
Alex McQueen‘s up on my feet you cannot Steeze like me
I’m flying away up off the ground I spread my fucking wings
Angel Wing Shawty she roll my tree up she my fucking queen
Telling these lies and get me nowhere I choose honesty
Chosen for this life I’m a motherfucking prodigy

runit [prod. Ashton McCreight]

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