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DAMN (Prod. Benjidi)

MR PERFECT- https://lnk.to/h0fzt1qF

Lyrics
Riding wit a suicidal click
I been disrespectful since a jit 
Far from perfect that I must admit
Tell ya folks to ease up off the dick

Tell ya ma I love her least I’m trying
I been toxic least since 99’
Made up texts I told you bitches lying 
Piece of shit I told you quit the crying

Water works don’t work I’m from the turf
Alien don’t think I’m from the earth
Get it out the mud or outcha purse 
Kendrick cousin told you we was cursed

BUSY be the Army get the nurse
Fuck the love I’m in it for the perks 
Fuck the drugs I’m high as 50 percs 
Going bad I’ll try it if it works 


Now if the chain on ya neck cost 4 keys
You gone need more than the police
Ask Wat U Sed like Doechii
You ain’t gotta ask niggas know me!

Look I get madder than mad get
Light it and pass it
Blame me for heartaches I love me a ratchet
Who be holding the ratchet 
Bank account is a mattress 
Go for hoes cuz I’m mad cis
Peeped the game from my sisters you hate me why? Ask sis
Got a few things to address 
See I know how to hurt em just limit they access

No ma’am 
That’s no Gram
Tinted whip down payment like 4 grand
So ho hum cuz we can’t hold hands
We ain’t kin, ain’t homies,ain’t no fam

MR.PERFECT

SAGITTARIUS

Lyrics-
Had to check my angel numbers 
Link right now cuz I’m bad with numbers
Ducked off I done had tragic summers
I’m a Baby boy ask Jody Summers
I’m afraid of toys cuz these babies gunners
try to Stahl but these cameras flutter
these grams is poppin her look a cutter
Our life at stake with the Garlic butter
I love the hood bitch we are the gutter

Last bitch prolly my greatest fail
Had the greatest brain prolly greatest tail
Now I reminisce prolly my greatest tale
Shit last week prolly my greatest flail
I’m Steady rising they bread is stale 
Waiter please bring mine with the extra Kale 
Ain’t the smartest nigga but the pen is Yale
Even hardest niggas can’t rebuke a shell
Join the team,I got hooper dreams
Hustla baby I got wings and things
Only feature missing is a triple beam
Speaking my mind I be airing steam

Air a grievance, I missed the theme
Wearing dubb Merch about sipping lean

Will I stop yet it’s a mystery,Selfish nigga I’m Mr Me
Cuz when I help they hide it black history

I got class nigga I got juice for sale
I don’t want the game if the user pale 
I been clinging to a dream tooth and nail
Fuck you thought bitch i done got used to L’s
Imma fold under pressure like suit lapels?
Mixtape bout nothing like A younger Wale

Niggas thought

222 Freestyle

Lyrics


Everyone must be trippin they all say the same thing

They all got the same scheme,They all on the same team

Say I’m a lil troubled I think I’ve remained king 

I look quite amazing 
My voice got the same ring

So what I over indulge 
Losing the popular votes
Habits that might’ve be gross
Mirrored myself after goats

Feelings dead must’ve been ghosts
Edited in after post
Checking the body for pulse 
Mind might’ve altered results

Did I imagine the shit?
Brain cells I killed don’t forget

Bonds I formed gone in a sec
Hands broke on Patek patech

Scene I leave tragic a mess
Tweets bout as sad as it gets 
Whimpered  bout cooling our jets
Texts filled with sadness regret

Missing lil baby vagine 
Ruled under newest regime

Everyone must be trippin they all say the same thing

They all got the same scheme,They all on the same team

Say I’m a lil troubled I think I’ve remained king 

I look quite amazing 
My voice got the same ring

Bitch I’m perfect,Typa nigga you worship
So what got a lil Burfict

Got a lil temper 
Type heat up in November 
2 time repeat offender

Might black out on a bender
Back out and pass out the splendor 

Spazz out and drift Till December 
Hoping that y’all don’t remember 

Gas light the notion 
Poking and prodding provokin
Crying and blaming the potion
Blonde moment frank ocean

How I’m moving slow motion
Girl I need ya de-votion 
slim chance of pro-motion
time movin we frozen
Til I suffer implosion

INSANITY

Jody On Acid ft Meechy Darko and Scottie Le'Jour

Lyrics
Some one get they man’s before they don’t have no mo homie
Look here Bitch I ain’t yo twin I ain’t yo Kin I ain’t yo brodie 
Plenty Days spent on the edge I’m finna leave and go meet Kobe
See my granny go see Josh and go see Phife I’m no Jarobi

Worked my fingers in some rags and to the bone I feel like doeby 
I done punched so many numbers and I still ain’t got my rollie 
It’s no wonder why I’m late so much my sorrow got me cozy
If Olympics had awards for feeling sorry run the trophy 


How many pills it take to rot a nigga center
Don’t think God hear my repentance cuz he know I’ll die a sinner
Tatt a arrow on my head went on bender after bender
Might not be the prince that’s told Better off just asking Ginger

Or ask that bitch all in my face right now she know so much
Lil mrs perfect pussy carved straight of the golden rush
Silver slugger threw a jab I swear it landed flush
Left me flat and outta air that’s why they call it crush


Hook
 me against world
Got damn
I’d take em all if I can 
I gave em all that I am
I took the ball and I ran
Don’t get calling my spam
I gave em all that I can
I gave em all that I am
I gave it all

Me v World

Still - Kenny Beats (with the Tiny Desk peggy verse)

What it Feels Like

Freeparking - first single from "Lonely Road of The Dreamer" EP by Louis VI

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Produced by @damegrief
Keys solo by Louis VI

All tracks Written & performed & Mixed by Louis VI
Mastered by Jonas Ritter
Self-released by Louis VI - @LikeWaterMusic 2016
Executive Produced by Louis VI
With a huge special thanks to Mahaneela Choudhury-Reid 
Artwork by Sage Guillory

Freeparking [Prod. Dame Grief]

pleased to meet the serpent, reaper make the preacher feel worthless, 
keef make the healin feel worth it..

niggas feel close to bein perfect, reaching out to speak street sermon..
creepin out to sleep weak vermin..
leapin out the jeep bleep cursing..

reefer make the sneak seem nervous, ease em out to beep weak verses..
peepin out the sheets leaf burning, evening out the beach the sea surfin.. 

niggas ain’t shit but my adlibs, living off the raps tryna travel the atlas..
tax man whak, tryna figure my accent..

axe on the back, type sick of this whak shit..

lyin in ya lyrics nah kiddie we past that..
i was treating rhymes like a billion lab rats..

wax hit, ledge waxed nigga we get stacks..
facts, wit the racks give coins for knick knacks..

trading the GP, they say they get baked when they see me.. grade A genie, displaying fate cleanly..

the place fragrance neat, the pagan need peach, where the ****** eat meat see they face with defeat..

we had get involved- to get em off the land, building up they stalls plus they diggin out plants..

blow dart tree snipe pickin off they mans..
when & if they roll thru we kill these niggas plans...

SAGITTARIUS

WIL$ON

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