Lyrics:
INTRO 
(from The Kid Laroi’s “without you)

“You cut out a piece of me and now I bleed internally- left here without you!”

H O O K
Let’s take it slow, let’s take a drive. Cruisin’ down the highway- doing 65. And I got my hand steady waving out the window, it’s been a minute, baby- tell me how you been tho. Asking me no questions- I’m not gon tell a lie. Tell me what you’ve been through, baby- don’t you cry. To hell with the pain, wash it all away, done with the hurt- imma let those feelin’s die when I drive in my ride, I just reminisce those times- smoking all that smoke had that ‘rona with a lime, we could sit and drink some wine, I remember all them nights- cruising down badger with my homies on the west-side - the best side.

Yea, yeah, yea...

Verse I
 I remember old days- just cruising through my city, west side I reside- I was always feeling litty but the pain and the shame that I felt tho - was the reason that I drank and I smoked yo. Bottle it inside- till I wanted to die, I would always sit and cry - surviving through the night, living day to day- I never wanna go back to the regret and the shame. I’m letting out my pain let it rain on the track cuz I’m never going back, you know the things people doing definitely wack, I’m going the distance- done with my addictions, it really be hitting- now I know the difference, yeah. 

Let’s take it slow, let’s take a drive. Cruisin’ down the highway- doing 65. And I got my hand steady waving out the window, it’s been a minute, baby- tell me how you been tho. Asking me no questions- I’m not gon tell a lie. Tell me what you’ve been through, baby- don’t you cry. To hell with the pain, wash it all away, done with the hurt- imma let those feelin’s die when I drive in my ride, I just reminisce those times- smoking all that smoke had that ‘rona with a lime, we could sit and drink some wine, I remember all them nights- cruising down badger with my homies on the west-side - the best side.

Freestyle
(it’s trash, I know 😅🤷🏽‍♂️💯)

Reminiscent

This song is heavily influenced by "FDP" by Shordie Shoride, HOWEVER - ALL CONTENT (EXCEPT for the HOOK's LYRICS) within THIS track, was created, written, and recorded by MYSELF.
Lyrics are as follows - 

Freestyle:
Ain’t got time for you niggas- you be on some games, all of you pussies and all of you lames, all of these bitches want my 7 digits I know I could hit it- I give her a taste. I want success - fuck all the fame. Smoking the best - I stay in my bag. Speak on my name like shit is okay- but you just a fake hanging with the jakes. 

Written Lyrics-

H O O K
Ride wit it, roll it up- get high wit it, on the stand- you would lie wit it, .40 on me- outside wit it. Cuz I still got love for the streets, cop a gun and glove for the beef, you be fucking- ain’t fucking on me, out the window like “fuck da police”. 

Doing the dash, if I grab sum- I sell it. I do it, that’s crazy- I did it for fun. Police behind me but I’m on probation, if I get violated- I go on the run. Ain’t piss in a cup for months, rolling and smoking these blunts, you do not own no guns- so all of that shit about taking a life is just some shit you ain’t done, bitch. I do not need a pole to reach far away cuz nigga my fists is tools, toting these hands, don’t fuck wit the fam, lil nigga- I swear that’s the only rule. I keep a blade- I’m crazy like Skade cuz this The Last Kingdom I’m willing to rule. You niggas fugazi just go away, if you backing the blue- then you just a fool. Riding these beats I sat down and made, writing these bars- just tryna get paid, I will not pay so they know my name, if you talking shit- get the fuck out my face. Stay in yo lane, I’m speeding away, I want success - fuck all the fame, pussies with pistols I know you a lame, if you think it’s sweet- then come to my place. Put you in your place, I’m done playing games, if you pull it out- someone dying today, hope it don’t jam when you pull that trigger cuz if it do imma bite you in your face. Putting my thumbs in place of your eyes- clearly you can’t see my pain and my rage, I’m willing to die so why don’t you try me, pussy - one of us wasting away. 

H O O K
Ride wit it, roll it up- get high wit it, on the stand- you would lie wit it, .40 on me- outside wit it. Cuz I still got love for the streets, cop a gun and glove for the beef, you be fucking- ain’t fucking on me, out the window like “fuck da police”. Cuz I still ride wit it, roll it up- get high wit it, on the stand- you would lie wit it, .40 on me- outside wit it. Cuz I still got love for the streets, cop a gun and glove for the beef, you be fucking- ain’t fucking on me, out the window like “fuck da police”.

Shout out to Shordie- got put on by shorty, she went different places in Bitchuary. And I’m from the north- I was born in the cold where the sun never shines in January. I know I’m a dime in spirit and mind- just looking to find my wifey-to-be. When I get a show and everyone shows- don’t act like a ho, that’s actin’ to me. Swear to god all of these people be actin’ - pussy ass snakes afraid of the action, promise it’s over if I catch you lackin’ - one look at you and it’s gonna be crackin’. Nigga I’m back, put us in the map, VKG might get you clapped. I don’t want my exes back- don’t hit me up when I’m up next. Stay lowkey and the rhymes stay fresh- her boyfriend hate me cuz he know I’m a threat. Swear on my soul imma blow- where I go I don’t know- shoot my shot till I make it in the net. So talk that shit and run that game- if you run that mouth we gon bring you pain, I know your family gon feel that shame when they see what a rat yo ass became. 

HOOK

Ride Wit It

Lyrics-
Just the Hook:
“Shawty wanna see me, but- she cant find the time. Stay lowkey- I got money on my mind. Smoking on a blunt while I’m writing all these rhymes. Tell me what you find when II look up in my eyes- do you notice all the pain that I leave inside? Only if you loyal can I make you mine. Curving all the bullshit when they hit my line. I cop it by the “O” you just got another dime.”

MUSIQlyfe UNFINISHED

Lyrics:

Verse I
Bought it- I bag it up- flip it- it’s gone, roll it up- take a dab- rip out the bong, stackin these racks but I didn’t get put on, flex on these opps when I’m writing my songs. Say that you seen me- I’m already gone. I know that you hating’ cuz it won’t be long - till I’m in my bag I won’t pass it along, if you talk to the cops- then you just a pawn. You just a bitch- don’t claim to be king, said you ain’t a snitch- well now we gon see, your life’s a facade- come get in the ring - I’d give it my all but I know you gon sing. Then there would be violence- my niggas be riding, you start- we ain’t stopping till we leave you silenced. Pulling up- popping these bullets be rocking your shit till you piling out- praying and cryin. If you think I’m easy I’ll have your bitch please me- she’ll run back to tell you that I’m out here wilding. Yea she was sneaky- came over got freaky, but- I can’t be caught wit a girl who got mileage. Bitch I’m a maverick, if you think it’s sweet, lil nigga- what’s happening, if you wanna buck- then shit can get tragic, you’ll disappear and I’ll call it magic. I’m a magician who majors in tracking.

Chorus
All of these niggas be up in my face and all of these bitches be wanting a taste, I cop me a bag- I stay in my lane, if I catch you snitching- I’m catching a case. My job gets me cash, but I’m never paid- I’m still paying out to this bogus state, if you feelin’ a way- just hop on the wave, I’m burning this green till I’m down in my grave. 

I N T E R L U D E
“Shii man, I be burning up right now- ion give a FUCK. I’ll smoke right in front of your bitch ass- ion give a FUCK. Heh! Shit, I’m off probation- you think I give a FUCK? FUCK the feds - FUCK you bitch-ass niggas!”

Verse II
I work wit some rats- they don’t keep it real, my mind on them racks- you dead if you squeal, I’m speaking facts, lil bitch- what’s the deal, I don’t give a fuck if my life has appeal. Mind your own business, you want it- I got it- but speak on my name and shit gon get to popping, fuck the police, I don’t care- I got options. If pigs pull up on me- they best not be flocking. Flocking these bitches and running that game, all of you niggas be acting the same, push through the limit and push through the pain, I don’t give a fuck about the fame. Bought it- I bag it- I flip it- don’t tag it- my zips be the shit- got that fuego- not bragging, all of these pussy ass niggas the lamest- y’all still gonna hate even if I get famous, I’m never vacating- no time for vacation, you vibe with the flow cuz you know I got cadence. Swear on my life- on the mic I’m the greatest. Copping these poles- you could call me a “faggot”.

Chorus
All of these niggas be up in my face and all of these bitches be wanting a taste, I cop me a bag- I stay in my lane, if I catch you snitching- I’m catching a case. My job gets me cash but I’m never paid - I’m still paying out to this bogus state, if you feelin’ a way- just hop on the wave, I’m burning this green till I’m down in my grave.

Lackin'

Beat and lyrics made by me
Lyrics -

Grew up in the A- West-side- fuck a gutter, spent some time in them streets but I was raised in the suburbs. All these Jakes do you dirty- pussy niggas undercover, the ops like to flex- but they softer than butter. East-side Calumet - all the way over to Bluemound. North-side bitches from Plamann to Bubolz. Went and caught a case- fuck the state- I’m in a new house. Gangbanging niggas going missing- fuck a shootout. Got stabbed over a $50-bag and shot at for a P. Ran off wit a O that I stole from the police. CI’s catch you slipping and that’s all them piggies need - to throw you in the pen and make you live on your knees. Imma die on my feet- never creasing these jeans, and I’m burning these trees just as long as I breathe. When I go to the A- I drop my rocks and grab the green, if a female hit my line, shorty- “leave me be.” 

So just stay up in yo lane, pussy niggas ride the wave, I can never be the same, all these bitches want a taste, if you got a fucking problem- you can come and catch a fade, if you flexing that designer, homie- we are not the same. I push it through the pain, you should try to keep me sane, blowing money on them clothes- doesn’t mean you buying fame. Always pouring when it rain, why’d I have to catch a case, if you pulling up on me then imma put you in your place.

Origins

Suck My Blood (Free$tyle)

18 Again (instrumental)

Hook: 
	Now them same motherfuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me, I need loot- so I’m doing what I do, and don’t say shit until you’ve walked in my shoes. Now them same motherfuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if yo girl ever heard of me. There was no other destiny to choose, I have nothing left to lose so I’m singing nigga blues.

Verse 1:
	Every single day im waking up, tryna get fucked up cuz I just wanna live it up before I get gone for good, I smoke that loud shit- never touch the woods. Coming from white suburbia- not the hood. Life in the valley got me going insane, talk about all the moving but Instead- I stay in place, spend all the time up in my room so I’m never in the race. Everybody talking shit- but won’t look me in my face. So I guess the 920 is the home of the fucking snakes, the liars, our souls are on fire. I guess if heaven is real- then I’m never getting higher, but my time upon this earth was always sparked with a lighter. So roll another joint- let the smoke hit yo chest. Burning to the point with nothing but nature’s best. So I’ll break down an ounce and I’ll sell off the rest- cuz I’m focused on the green that’s why I always invest. People looking at me sideways because I smoke, but when you judge somebody else- your words they get revoked. And just like the 3 year old me- you’re getting choked, I got demons in my head that you could never even know.
										HOOK

Verse 2:
	These things up in my head keep me up late outta bed- so I’ll dance around with Mary and the lyrics start to spread upon the walls, in the shadows, in the halls- I don’t know. Man I know I’m going crazy- like a nuke I’m bout to blow. So I’ll take a little snow in the middle of July - got a Christmas fever stronger than the hallmark late at night. So grab a girl who down and take her for a ride - and make sure she’s the one you won’t regret calling her “mine”. So if she just rewind, make you think back to the times - when life was so damn simple- more simplistic than the rhymes. Smoke another- blow  another- show her that she fine, then boo her up- habibi love- she wifey wit the grind.
									HOOK

OUTRO:
	Life in the valley has been hard- I’m in the field, every single day, man- I’m aiming for the deal. If you talking bout that action, yo- it’s gonna get you killed, if you talking bout that money, man- you KNOW I got no chill. My niggas I’m for real - I need the fucking bills, these females hit my line I got no time for all the feels. Every single day, any fucking way. You talk about that product- I just need the fucking pay

russ murder me REMASTERED

Sample from Tom Waits' "Leave a Light On"
H O O K:
Tell me what's been happening- what's been on your mind, lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide... that's alright. But if you carry on abusing- you'll be robbed from us, I refuse to lose another friend to drugs- just come home... don't let go

V E R S E
What you don’t understand- is the way they make me feel, doing all these drugs tryna find something real. Searching for the love that I’m never gonna find, looking for a place for this pain that I hide. So call me a druggie, call me a fiend, call me an addict- you can call me anything. It won’t change the fact that I feel so low, and every night thinking that it’s my time to go. Suicidal thoughts sticking with me every day, smoking all the time just to make em fade away. Ran out of green so I’m sober for the day, drawing all these lines when I’m playing with my blade. This ain’t a fucking joke- I don’t do it for the fun, chased by my past so I’m always on the run. It never fucking lasts, yea- I wanna get better trying hard every day- guess I’m running out of effort.

Place to Hide

Drugs got me sweatin’ but the room getting colder, lookin’ at the devil and the angel on my shoulder. Will I die tonight? I don’t know, is it over? Looking for my next high, I’m looking for closure…
	Lean wit me, pop wit me, get high wit me if you rock wit me. Smoke wit me, drink wit me, fucked up liver wit some bad kidneys. X2

Told her if I die imma die the way lived, moving too fast yea something’s gotta give. Doing all these drugs I been rolling up my weed, if you fucking hate it you can call me a fiend. I ain’t even playing niggas throw me in the shade, don’t think you understand cuz you felt a little pain, tell me what it’s like to go through it every day, get it out the mud why the fuck you tryna stain? Wishing I was dead, I don’t even care. Roll another J put that smoke up in the air. Looking for the greenery, running through the scenery - to live a steady life ain’t nothing but a dream to me. 

Lean wit me, pop wit me, get high wit me if you rock wit me. Smoke wit me, drink wit me, fucked up liver wit some bad kidneys. X2

Smoking all day I got nothing to do, I got my niggas my circle is few, switch up on me I ain’t fucking wit chu. Going all in I got nothing to loose. I got the bag when I ride in the coupe. Looking for me you ain’t finding a clue. Shorty get down like she feelin’ the blues. Stuck in my ways this path that I choose. The path that I’m on, your games ain’t appealing, smoking all the time staying higher than a ceiling all these trick ass bitches got me stuck up in my feelings. I just need the money I been looking for some dealings. Getting all these bags, hungry for the cash, I just need some pay, I know it never lasts. Dreams are dead, I’ve woken up. Still won’t ever give a fuck, If you feel what I been saying go and get another cup and 

Lean wit me, pop wit me, get high wit me if you rock wit me. Smoke wit me, drink wit me, fucked up liver wit some bad kidneys. X2

Lean Wit Me (Cover)

“Ground, suck my blood. Call my plug...”

H O O K: Looking at the ground while she suck my blood, baby let me down just like my drug, I can see a frown when I call my plug, I ain’t off that brown- but I love my mud (2X)
And she don’t know - shit bout me, and she ain’t gettin’ nothin’ but some dick out me. She be in the club- without me, but that’s okay she always pick out me.

V E R S E:
Now I ain’t tryna rip, on Lil bo Peep. I been jamming- bumping all his music in the streets. I got a broken heart, I got some broken dreams, I ain’t gonna front- girl you get what you see. They be tryna flex, hit em with finesse. They be cuffing bitches, but- I only want that neck. I just need some checks, and I know I’m next. Brighter days ahead- imma stand out from the rest. Majormusiq.

HOOK

Suck My Blood (Lil Peep Remake)

Night Lovell Ft. Lil West-Fukk!!CodeRED (BASS BOOST)

My verse-

2:22
Imma wait right here for you, baby you can go and do. Anything you like girl you’re the light in my darkest times that’s true. You had my back when nobody was there, now you done left me did you even even care? My love ain’t no highway so why you keep doubting, I feel like I’m shouting am I being clear? Smile on my face while I’m facing my fear. Will they remember me when I’m not here? Stay locked in my home now I’m feeling alone I got nowhere to run so I’m facing the tears. Cry myself a river I’d build us a boat, with time and devotion I’d keep us afloat, when those feelings started you got broken hearted it scarred you and now you been feeling its painful to get up and find someone new, your past is the past girl I don’t have a clue If you give me your best I’ll give my best to you. Getting shit off my chest when I’m up in the booth. Don’t care bout the names that be down on my shoes, don’t give me that look just pass me the booze, bring up my past tell me what is the use? If you thought about us tell me what’s there to lose? Shoutout to everyone making these beats, you helping me write all these lines that I preach, I see my dreams within my reach, this music’s the only thing keeping the peace while I’m falling to pieces.

Star Shopping (Cover+Remix)

H O O K:
Fake that smile every day, walk a mile- earn your pay. Leave that road and pave the way, just work hard- forget the play. Forget the demons in your face, stop your screaming- learn your place. Quit your fight and join the race. Savor the sweet but forget the taste.
   

Gimme the bag, show me respect. Fork up the cash, or sign me a check. Just like a wolf- imma aim at ya neck and I’m tearing you up if I’m up on the set. I’m a monster, a beast, a burden to priests, If I’m up in the mornin’- I’m bringing the heat. Done playing games- if you fucking with me, stop the running of mouth- get to moving them feet. In the streets I’m ducking the feds, out with the thoughts that be up in my head, people act cool- but they want me dead, fuck all the fakes- Imma get me some bread. Fuck what you thought, and fuck what you said, believe in the hype- fuck is wrong with your head? Start up a fight- I won’t drop till I’m dead. Crunch time came- you up and left.

(Freestyle imitating Steve Urkel) Well um, I don’t know what it is about me that seems to attract fake-ass motherfucking people, but, one of these fuckin days imma wake up, see a dead body- one of these snakes and uh… imma be like - “Did I do THAT”

Excerpt from the movie “John Wick”
“… STOLE that from me… KILLED that FROM ME… people KEEP ASKING if I’m “back”… YEAH, I’m THINKING I’m BACK…”

HOOK

Verse II
Why you be judging me- yo sister fuck wit me, bad wit the convo- too good for your company, slick with the subtlety, my dogs they run for me, come wit a pack cuz my prey gonna run from me now -- hold up a minute cuz I’m stressing out, all of you wannabes fight for the clout, I need some money so fuck all your doubts- not fucking around. Fuck around with a fuck-around you gon fuck around and get fucked around, all y’all talking mumble rap- but I just can’t support wack sound, the shit you talked, man- you should’ve walked, cuz the new me won’t take it now. Im standing up, manning up, what the fuck is up- you fake clown?

HOOK

Lupus et Libera

I do NOT own ANY of the music or the content within this track. This is just a Bass Boost and edited version of the audio for your enjoyment, I claim NOTHING. (Other than this song is DOPE as FYUUCK)

IUsedToLikeYou - SoLonely BASS BOOST

Tell me all them thangs, look me in my face, prove that you gon stay and never cheat. Cuz I don’t play no games, i'm a little bit insane- you know you take all of my pain and wash it away. 

Running from pain- I been hiding the truth, feeling so low- went and tied up a noose. Bitches be fake like I don’t have clue- how you stuck in the past yet acting brand new? Don’t hear a word but I see what you do, do me like that- guess that I shoulda knew. Imma come up cuz I’m making my moves why you say that you feeling the words that I threw -- onto a track, on to the next. Walk through the streets when I run up my bag. Countin' up stacks- cuz my life been wack. getting good at defense when these niggas attack. Fuck wit my heart- imma play you like chess, up in the sheets you know I am the best- if you go and switch up then imma leave out the rest.
So-
Tell me all them thangs, look me in my face, prove that you gon stay and never cheat. Cuz I don’t play no games i'm a little bit insane- you know you take all of my pain and wash it away.

Tell your mother, tell your brothers, tell your sisters, tell yo friends. You gon stick right by my side until the day we cop a Benz. I know- I should think more bout what I type before I hit send. But I swear if I’m with you then I’ll be Gucci till the end. Babygirl don’t pretend - let’s just skip all the pretenses. Me and you could share the truth and move into a mansion. Why you always running party to party like they deserve to see you flexin’? There’s more to life than dollar bills so why you paying them attention. Unlike these niggas- I’ll tell you the truth, they want you drunk just to hop in the coupe. Flash you some stacks, cuz they know they wack, girl- can’t you see all the clues? Ain’t no designer down on my shoes, ain’t no special belts that I choose. You say I’m basic nigga why you hatin’- you know my flow stay smooth. Cuz I’m running from love- going all the wrong places, I’m running it up- I been seeing old faces, I don’t give a fuck cuz I’m waiting on placement and all these niggas is basic. Fucking wit me- you won’t make it, I know that she’ll always take it. Sleeping around then I’m skipping out town- you can go and get down with his lame-ness.

Tell me all them thangs, look me in my face, prove that you gon stay and never cheat. Cuz I don’t play no games i'm a little bit insane- you know you take all of my pain and wash it away.

Stay

Verse I
I been on the move- steady running from my past, Imma get back in the grove- stack some fucking cash, nigga- who the fuck is you? Always talking straight trash, ain’t nobody give a fuck bout yo designer- do the math. Yea, you talk about that money but you spent it all today, when I’m on scene- I’m just tryna learn the play, you talk about the game but your bitch is never paid and she know I’m working hard for that water when I get laid - up in a bed, rolling up a J, shorty gave me head cuz my debts they get repaid. How you always talk about this life that you made- when you still get to walking to that party every day? I’ll be whipping through the lanes- racing for my bag, what the fuck you tryna claim- cuz I know that you a lame. I’mma keep my shit straight- my enemies I lay to waste and if you 100 we could run it- sick of fucking with these fakes. 

H O O K
Everybody always wanna talk shit - every day they tryna throw me in the shade. Lil nigga- we all know you ain’t legit, and if you gotta fucking problem- catch a fade. I know you solo- never hanging with the clique, always talking bout the money being made. I’ll cop a bottle, smoke an O with yo bitch - tell me now who’s the one getting laid?

Imma cop what I deserve, money is the word, I ain’t flipping burgers, bitch- I’ll flip yo ass the bird, fuck what ya heard, come and get served, thinking that you hot, boy- today you gon learn. Ain’t got no niggas on that gang shit, tell me where yo fame is? Dressed in designer- but you still fucking nameless. My life isn’t painless, y’all niggas got sameness. Pouring out that bottle but won’t show us where your rain is. Cuz when it rains it pours, you niggas act like whores- go get your jewelry and purses that you can’t afford. Imma cop the Stang, hopping in the Ford. You could try to stain- but you gon end in the floor. Cuz Im a chevy man- focused on the dividends. Smoking on that heavy shit and popping on that Ritalin. I ain’t with that civil shit, fucking wit me, silly bitch- tricks are for kids Imma get another blunt lit. 

Hook
Everybody always wanna talk shit - every day they tryna throw me in the shade. Lil nigga- we all know you ain’t legit, and if you gotta fucking problem- catch a fade. I know you solo- never hanging with the clique (facts) always talking bout the money being made. (HaHa) I’ll cop a bottle, smoke an O with yo bitch (Uh)-tell me now who’s the one getting laid?

Used to wanna cop yo shit- but now I don’t really care, west-side niggas- put your hood up in the air, limousine rider- you gon call me Rick Flair cuz I’ll drip too hard- make these females turn and stare. I keep it coolin’ cuz I’m icy, lacing up the nikes- I’m a runner duck and cover when I come and take your wifey. In the stu- I’m hyphy, she like me cuz I’m high key, sneaking on the low- you gon have to come and fight me.

On My Shit

Hook: 
One two three, count for me- all the bands, all the green- all the money, all the trees- all the bags, all this weed. 1, 2, 3, count for me- all the riches I can see, all the land between the streets. All the time it's you and me so one two three, 1 two 3- count for me, girl- count for me. All the time I'm in these streets- I'm on the grind, just doing me. So 1 2 3- count for me, one 2 three, count for me- all the stacks that I can see - all this smoke that I can breathe.

Talk all that shit like you steady be ruthless, stop with the lying, like- what is you doing? Flashing the strap, nigga- who is you shooting? Cuz I know you steady stay losing. Been on my own for a minute- that’s high-key. I’m on the go- leave me lone or come fight me. Only a few got my line cuz they riding. Plug hit my phone- he deflated the pricing. So if you know whassup, pussy gon get fucked- shorty be that one wit my O scale. Nigga run them bucks, I don’t give no fucks- ain’t no coming up off my coattails. You gon see me up, pushing all my luck- minding my own biz with the wholesale. I work all night long, money come in strong- there ain’t nothing wrong so don’t go there. Fuck with my life- you should mind your own business, there’s things you don’t know about me I’ve forgiven, you don’t know my life so don’t hand me your feelings, I’ve been through my strife- you can’t pose as no witness. Fuck wit the music, still owe em a band tho. Hooked with a case you don’t snitch- that’s Mando. Most of you niggas is bitch, like tan hoes. Run wit a clique but we never gon stand out. (920)- gonna put it on the map, V.K.G. in the scene- getting smacked. Be like me, no- these niggas really can’t, ain’t nobody tryna meet so I’m running up my stacks. Bitch I’m a King so just get wit the movement, this ain’t no ring but I’m not fucking losing, married the game so I’m in here recruiting- my money and fame bout to get to accruing, now.

HOOK

(Freestyle Lyrics)
Niggas be throwing their shade like they showed me, walking round speaking my name like they know me, like I ain’t even ever called you homie, diss on the net- call the cops like a hoe, be aiming at your neck if you step on my throne, bitch. Fuck me over twice now I done went and hit the road, if my name in his mouth then he just don’t know, imma get me some money when I sell out a show. Redneck, hick-shit Carson straight lies, the Frahm name wack- tryna see a nigga die, he love to act cool cuz he’s bitch in disguise, look in his pupils- there’s bitch in his eyes. Niggas be dissing, bitches want kisses, new CEO cuz I’m making a business.

HOOK

Count For Me (Final)

Life has decided- that for the most RECENT chapter of my existence- 📖 it’s going to demonstrate that it can, and WILL, repeatedly smack me the fuck up 👊 to remind me of how difficult existing in today’s society can be. 🎨 Yet all the bullshit going on has had me writing nothing but; crude, gritty, and resolute lyrics. 🤬💯Some big and bold opportunities are on the horizon of my life, 😎🤐and so long as I make my moves right, 🧐-⏫⏬⏪⏩ and choose my options wisely- 🤔 I will gain the means to make any ends I could ever be pleased to meet. 🤌🏽😌 So, UNTIL THEN, 🕞 I’ve decide I’m going to fuck. 🖤 Shit. 😏 UP. 😈
-The rap game? Fuck it. I’ll be the rapper they can’t stand. 🥱😙😇
-The system? Fuck it. I’ll condemn Uncle Sam.
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-The Industry? Fuck it. Melodies create demand.
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-The Money? Will mean nothing if it doesn’t help expand.
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Love to all of you who support my music, and to those who understand and enjoy hearing the words I write, or the things that I recite that stay stuck within my mind. I hope you all learn to appreciate the little things in life and I hope you take every positive opportunity that comes your way. Remember to always count your blessings- no matter how many or how few, no matter how big or how small- because you never know if today is your last so don’t allow yourself to welcome death with fear and pain. 🪦🎭

Here’s an introductory poem for y’all-
“I know that it’s a fact that I might never claim the fame, I also know sometimes my flow can tend to sound the same. When I recite life on the mic it makes my demons tame. Headphones sit upon my head- a crown that stays aflame. I’ll give what I can get while all my words chomp at the bit, and I’ll gain an inch for every mile I put into my wit. This Wisco Kid’s a wizard, bitch- I’m just a boy who lived. The name is Wizco Boi and I ain’t holding back for shit.”

MOST of my songs' Lyrics are in their descriptions 📖

Wizco Kidd

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