[LYRICS]

ay i told her you so bad
she tell me pull up
hit it from the back 
no games
i control her
i just got another thot
where her man 
know i stole her
yeah i hit it from the back
pass back 
like a stoner
shawty know i’m
real diff 
yeah i’m making real dough
i don’t tell her that much
but she know that she my hoe
and all these other fuckin bitches
they be payin for my shows
and all these other rapper pussies
they be actin like my bros

i got a 
full clip 
for a bitch
on the low
glock tucked 
in my hip
needa blow
and all these 
other bitches
they be talkin so loud
quiet down 
ima have to put another bitch down

ay i told her you so bad
she tell me pull up
hit it from the back 
no games
i control her
i just got another thot
where her man 
know i stole her
yeah i hit it from the back
pass back 
like a stoner
shawty know i’m
real diff 
yeah i’m making real dough
i don’t tell her that much
but she know that she my hoe
and all these other fuckin bitches
they be payin for my shows
and all these other rapper pussies
they be actin like my bros
(x2)

ANGEL (OUT EVERYWHERE)

lyrics:
when she’s feelin alone
(yeah she feeling, she stay calling)
she stay calling my phone
(she gone get me, she gone-)
she gon get her response
(and i hate that i just do it)
yeah i just give her what she wants

i can’t stand her, she keep screaming
she knows how to feed my demons
so i think that i’ll just race all the stars

her voice ringing while im dreaming
feel like juice, i got a feeling
i’ll flee through my memoirs

feel like i’m dancing in the rain
and just like clockwork she stay picking through my brain

her toxins flowing through my veins
and i come crawling back addicted to the pain

and i can’t breathe, i want to leave
but i’m afraid she’ll break the heart that’s on my sleeve

sometimes it hurts more holding on than letting go
although i know that she has turned my blood to snow

when she’s feelin alone
(yeah she feeling, she stay calling)
she stay calling my phone
(she gone get me, she gone-)
she gon get her response
(and i hate that i just do it)
yeah i just give her what she wants

Vehemntt: 
She got me right in the palm of her hand,
I know it well and I'm takin' a chance
I been in love with you, you had a man
And now that you don't, I'mma make an advance
 
Nothin' is goin' exactly as planned
I see our love in a terrible stance
But bet that I'm still gonna do what I can
Pay off your van and put you in a Benz

You might forget about me in a week
You might remember, so we gotta see
You on my mind so I'm still losin' sleep
And you got me trippin', might get me some cleats
 
You got me puttin' ya name in my phone
Callin' you up when I know no one's home
And no we ain't sharin', these feelings my own
And this gonna hurt me way more than I know

and i can’t breathe, i want to leave
but i’m afraid she’ll break the heart that’s on my sleeve

sometimes it hurts more holding on than letting go
although i know that she has turned my blood to snow

when she’s feelin alone
(yeah she feeling, she stay calling)
she stay calling my phone
(she gone get me, she gone-)
she gon get her response
(and i hate that i just do it)
yeah i just give her what she wants

Dancing In The Rain feat. Kazuma

Fuji

worth it

Nujabes - Fellows

Sassafras Assassin

10 Bucks

Wish You Well - @fyb.eli_ (@savthedemon_ anthem) #JERSEYCLUB

this is NOT MY SONG i take no credit for it<333

Do it for Trust (prod.amorphous)

I know that you know
This is all a dream
And I know that you know
That there are no small things

And I found out my father was once a little kid
And this life will not harbor - no innocence
AndI know it gets harder - the more I let it
And if I die a martyr? - you think they’d call me St. Nick?

I know that you know this is all in my head
I know that you know, that you know, Idrk

And I found out my father was once a little kid
And this life will not harbor - no innocence
And this life will get harder - the more I let it
And if I die a martyr? - you think they’d call me St. Nick?

@piffwatts

fight 2 save ur purity [prod. farber]

#longlivesteelo

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]

I'm makin' families play dress up like they comin' to court
Sortin' out the Lord's work, make a spot in the morgue
I could break a leg and still go wipe you out of the horde
Because I'm livin' proof the pen is mightier than the sword

When your bars are at their best, they're 'bout the same as when I'm bored
I'm the next best MC outta New York
Everything that you record is always bein' ignored
Because you got as much control as puttin' dicks inside a glory hole

Equip me with a weapon and I'm bound to start blastin'
Better start packin' 'fore you get caught lackin'
Hear a lotta chatter from the people that I'm passin'
So if they say my name you better tell me who's asking

I'mma keep laughin', gotta take action,
Gotta start movin' on a new transaction
Look so fine I might get a deal with Calvin
Spit so good white girls put my bars in their captions

Spin it like I'm fightin' with the devil himself
I'm schemin' like a proletarian who's boutta rebel
Got my money on a spreadsheet, boutta excel
So word to power, point it out, I'm lookin' out for my wealth

I’m the only person left who’s lookin’ out for my health
I'm comin’ with the fire like a bat outta hell
I’mma keep livin’ life if my shit doesn’t sell
But I’m still shittin’ on the game, tell me how that smell

I used to white knight mothafuckas on a type beat
Now the tiny mothafuckas wanna be just like me
Steppin' to my level, that's just simply unlikely
Gotta make decisions, do you really wanna fight me?

Gotta take a look at what it is and what it might be
And what it is is that my competition is behind me
And every opp I've ever had, they used to walk beside me
Dealin' with the snakes, Steve Irwin, crikey

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]

Pull up on the block, couple shots, milly rock
Whatchu proud for? Shot somebody son 'til he drop
Whatcha momma say? Think she know her son got a glock?
Whatcha pops say? Think he know his son run the block?
 
Whatchu gotta say? Always on the run from the cops
Never stop, gotta run 'til the Yeezys ain't deadstock
Heatin' up the opps, everybody on deadlock
Bullet through the heart, now your body on bedrock
 
Packin', now your family gotta pack and lock a padlock
All because you left a dude top on the blacktop
Blew a dude brains cuz he blew your bitches back out
Bitches ain't shit, now you runnin' like a track now
 
Lightin' dudes up, now ya homies got shellshock
Cuffed, now you seein' all the opps in your cell block
Fuck do I know? I'm a dude with a soft spot
Ain't no bitch but what's a hug to a headshot

Work so hard I'mma work in a sweatshop
Get a couple bags in the car like a bellhop
Pop into the game like I just got airdropped
Or even better, like a porn ad on your desktop

I just keep gettin' whips on whips, like a Belmont
Park it in the garage, I ain't even been to Elmont
Put me on a feature and you know I'll be the best part
You think you a chef but I'm the owner of the restaurant

Shit ain't even work but if it was I'd have the best job
Pullin' E-brakes in the highway rest stop
Bars like a hand on a stove and it's red hot
Thought a bitch said sum, huh, guess not.

You could quit here, that would be your best spot,
Think you want smoke, here to tell you that you best not
Spittin' with precision, top lip got a red dot
Hoppin' on the wave and gettin' off at the next stop

Survival Tactics Remix (prod. Styles of Beyond)

Intro with chips ft @vehemntt

https://soundcloud.com/vehemntt