Don't Ask Don't Tell - Prod by Dame

Yod (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson

Nobody what?
Nobody want me?
Nobody warned me?
I wasn't warned?
Bitches
I don't like the bitches you hang with
I don't need that we're close friends it's dangerous
I'm clairvoyant baby
Why are the rich niggas idled
American but still spending
Spend on whips the pendulum won't stop moving
I just faked a high
Close call last year
Rather be blind spillin liquor on accident
That's mean don't ask me that type of question high
I did it hell yes Linda
There's no ingredient to my forgetfulness
For starters go get me some breakfast
Head lil later
I wanna see my head spin
Hi
No not you just expressing how I feel
Umm
Where did my smokes just disappear to?
I think I need a slogan like
Bitch don't do drugs round me
If I'm not high
It's not working neither is this beef jerky these 7 eleven slurpees
One side my eye blurry
Unsung hero Berkley
I needed to tend it's a ten that concerns me
If niggas ain't Hercules this a catastrophe
Hospi-tal ill don't send me there sign me up
Adrenaline who drilling?
Get back from me
How'd I get serial digits?
I'm clinching my jaws
Could you get me some Colgate please?
I'm feeling senti-men-tal time ill til critical
40oz ain't working I'm slurred be-durr
I bet millions this liver's dissolving deteriorated
Heart b-e-t e-b-t
Promise me heaven and I'll rock myself to sleep in a fetal position
Like the nativity scene
I don't know what's next
Maybe it's bullshit or bigger plot
Get there find out me and God do the same drugs
Nigga
I thought I was smaller than you were
Nigga Keep it down keep it down
I fucking knew it
See
I knew he was real nigga like me
Damn right nigga
How my book selling?
I figured ya'll will kill each other before I do collect it
I ever tell you that your best friend a lesbian?
You never know when I be poppin up but let me in
The fuckin numbers are cages
Some of em are even gay
We ain't even have to say shit
Niggas was born wita blanket
Open yo eyes nigga yo mouth and yo bible
Ever wonder why?
Why everyday ends with a Y?
You special I don't know how the fuck you found me though nigga
Damn right no black or white lives matter
An alien farm niggas in a battle with cattle
Aye you gotta lighter?
You can hit this shit right after
Blow torch I see you
My type of nigga uh huh
Aye you ain't tryna sell none?
Nigga you know I'm just fuckin witchoo my nigga
The fuck nigga
Bitch I'm God nigga
I already got everythang lookin ass nigga
Why you act just like me?
I rapped on thousands of beats just to try to find peace of mind
B-b-b-b-bad to the bone
You know one of the biggest lies in this world is cologne?
I know
Shid
I ain't telling a lie
Mmm hmm
Made by some fucking witch doctors that I know
And they control every fuckin thing that got to do with your nose
Aye hold that down
Say hi nigga
Hey Goddess
Mmm mmm mmm
What was I saying nigga?

God face.

Yod - prod by Dame Tha Producer

Ruler (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson

You got too much pride sometimes won't cry
Cuz your eyes all done and ya makeup done
That's dumb nigga
Wrong for tryna make a run witcha
You da
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
You you you you you
You you you you you
Girl I want you you you you you
Girl I want you you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Nigga you need to
Come and talk to me I really wanna meet you girl
But when the club out
Chop it up when you step out
Meet wherever you parked at
You know me
Just like always I'm always in all black
Ninja style
That shit you was in was hella toxic
You feel it now?
When you say you getting out just hope you don't get around
Not the one to beat behind the bush don't be a rebound
Classic niggas not even in stock just like the Reebok
Pump ya breaks don't make the mistake
Smoke a cigarette
Better you keep pacing back and fourth than changing places
Losing makeup and suit cases that you just got
New location
Where yo patience?
When you face the music bass and treble
Happen to that ticket?
This ain't Missy
Fikky fikky
Out that shit then hit the Quickie station
Transportation
Just in case it's complicated
You gotta be crazy
Ya body gon' take you so far
If you caught up in that shit
That'll be that shit that have yo ass right back in the club
Callin me
Why we didn't do New Orleans
Why we didn't just go all in
Why you couldn't wait on me
Callin me
Why we didn't do New Orleans
Why we didn't just go all in
Why you couldn't wait on me
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
You you you you you
You you you you you
Girl I want you you you you you
Girl I want you you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Nigga you need to
Tell me what's on your mind
I'll be more than open minded
I've been here Open your eyes
I'm right here
Been here the whole time
Waiting
Say you love when it rains but you wanna stay inside stay inside
Don't like watching you sink but you never take your time
Take your time
How much attention do a ten need?
Fine
Never do you greasy that shit below
Moi
I don't blow ya shit up that's for Cee Lo
Okay
Over step my boundaries I just tip toe
Balance
Excited for this movie for a minute
Wait
Gotta get this ticket validated
We straight
We made it that's the main thing that's important
Oh yeah
That shit in the past don't even go there
Go
That's that out of sight out of mind shit
Every time I see signs I put on my blinders
Just got over that shit no painful reminders
On top of that niggas bitches always be lying
I ain't tryna be no fucking savage yet
Look
I know how it get when that Karma come to collect
Trust me I ain't losing sleep
Same number if you ever needing me
Call me
Why we didn't do Miami
Why we didn't just go all in
Why you couldn't wait on me
Call me
Why we didn't do Miami
Why we didn't just go all in
Why you couldn't wait on me
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
Ruler
(Huh)
You you you you you
You you you you you
Girl I want you you you you you
Girl I want you you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Common sense
You you you you you
Nigga you need to

Ruler - prod by Dame Tha Producer

Imagine Me And My Clone (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson

Tada
Magic this hats off to ya'll
Say it witcho chest not your bra
She pop that shit por la rasa
Spanish chick she got that ass
Deep when I Mobb niggas shook
Prodigy been that since lil nigga
14 of these in a Ro-Ku
Hand in this bitch Ethiopian food
I keep a dime Nickelodeon you
Just another op then I'm loading it too
Season finale it's over for you
4 on the floor Steve Aoki with tools
Still G-o-d and the man and a O-g
Beam on yo head like you scanning yo groceries
Running this bitch I should manage Aerobics
It's levels to this if you know then you know it
Ride wita bitch wita throw-away on it
You pack of soft I go Hardaway on it
Stay wit tha Ray like I'm Lana Del bish
Uncle Jamaican that's Ake for dish
Trip we hop out with that back eet up quick
Butterfly doors call it Patra and shit
One spliff a day keep the evil away
Choppa know Patwa like bitch wa ya say
Vwhala
Still Monsta Tell the O-P Rah
Anotha win free
If I think I'm God imagine me and my clone
A conspiracy
Baggy jeans fuck it I been all in my bag
Now where the receipt
Vampire or nah
What's that little red dot?
It's not a hickey
Not sure it's Dragon or it's Dracula's blood
Muuuhuhuhahehe
You'll be this high if you was high as I was
Mmmm I should move to Lithi
Uania nigga use your cranium duh
You ain't elementary
I need the whole K
Cherry is the to my heart
Vroom that's a J-e-e-p
Like Missy
Elliot I'm telling em already yea
Ain't gotta give em HELL cuz they already there
Jason's reborn wita new identity yea
That's why I go bananas like I'm Chiquita
Might expose some faggots like I'm Pimp C yea
They should call Millennium Yillennium
Sickest wit it still don't need no remedy yea
For that bag come down your fuckin chimney
Green on me
Like I just teed off it
Bitch I just skeet on it
Before I put a ring on it
I am I-C-ONIC
Funny how Ironic
Still T-o-p Ramen
Ran it I'll re-run it
Six six six mill on it
Then we got deal on it
My shit slap P-i-m-p
Where my M-oney?
I am testimony
Still G-o-d ain't it
Curry's 30 I am
Top of key or corner
W-e-t boy I'm
Gone should be deported
Meh it's a C- minus
A+ plus wit me on it
Ya'll need to be honest
A Mil-walking homie
Beat up yo beat bully
Why don't choo pick on
Someone your own size
Oh you mean like Godzilla
Or more like King Kong?
The Hulk when he's mad
Yetti's and Sasquatch
Still don't give A Fuck
Put in A head lock
No match for A God
Where on my radar?
Surgery
Anybody can get tit
They know I'm buzzing
Bzz-zzz-zzz-zzz-zzz
You should be happy this nigga exist
Hot for this long
Is he is he is he is he human is it?
Oh my hope it's not a robot wit glitch
Y am Legend Y am Robot Will Smith
Batteries are not included
Satellite's confusing
Ku Klux Klan can't do shit
I'm Ken and Ryu's kick
Texas legend repping
Best one not from Houston
Houston we have problem
No one in my ozone
Austin better give this nigga his own area code
666
Hola
Commo tes amas iy soy a le canción
I am the shit I should always keep a pamper on
Add some new Jewels to my set like I'm Cam'ron
Have yo love Jones in the gym workin that fatty off
Bitch taking shots to the face like it's happy hour
Every new album I drop yo last album
Even if I put these cheat codes win yo mouth nigga
When I say G-o-a-t get the message
Bitch I am the Greatest Of Austin Texas
They don't wanna deal wit me they think I'm devil
They want cho shit dumbed down I am last level
Yeah nah really
Still Billy Goat clearly
When will he?
Wet willy
Still in your ear
Can't disappear
Boy it's chilly
Ya'll don't feel that?
Y2 spirit
Nightmare on your street nigga
I am nearly boasting
But I'm clearly floating
Used to live in Austin
Now you live in Yaustin

Imagine Me And My Clone - prod by Dame Tha Producer

WWW (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson

Blood sweat and tears turned to tattoos on my skin
Turned that bus pass to a Benz then we skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Win after win I get
Win after win I get
Win after win I get
Win after win win win
When have you seen me knock a five down never
We ain't goin Vegan my cologne loves leather
We ain't Wimbeldon it tennis bracelet sounds better
We ain't chase the bitches only money go getter
When will he stop
When will he flop
Really nigga when was you hot?
When was I not?
Thought so
Gotta lil thot el gato
Rocket go blocko blocko
Only fuck free never cop hoe
Ya hoe ya hoe ya hoe
Yes bitch yes bitch
Turn dat ass around
Tirando
She want me to drop a Alejandro
Get it like I'm out B-ando
Frankly these franklins ain't gon get me no respect
You ain't ugly you just ain't get a stimulus check
That shit took
Blood sweat and tears turned to tattoos on my skin
Turned that bus pass to a Benz then we skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Win after win I get
Win after win I get
Win after win I get
Win after win win win
When should I cut the net I never wait on them to cut the check
If that ain't six figures nigga don't call me
Bitch that's disrespect know what the fuck you dealing with
Consider this I need three whips all of em
Six six six six shuush
Yea
Cha cha cha cha
Everytime I Busta Rhyme
Cut like a chick wita bob
I like my chicken kabob
Warm up this Shawarma for ya'll
I don't Halal bullshit I don't fuck around
That ain't new shit that's my sound
I made these rounds
These niggas pass it around
Lil nigga step in my office
I run my triangle offense with confidence
Feel free to Jack it
I'm son'n you obviously
I outa be a whole dot com
Nigga way I get the w the w the w the w
F that shit
I'm the coldest stone in Austin
You can bet that shit
It's not a glitch refresh that shit
I dress like a scammer
Everything skanless
TF that shit
Daleon
Me and fuck niggas don't along
I ain't never did shit but sit on a throne
I be putting in work like I'm a clone
Somebody wipe me down got all this
Blood sweat and tears turned to tattoos on my skin
Turned that bus pass to a Benz then we skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Win after win I get
Win after win I get
Win after win I get
Win after win win win

WWW - prod by Richiie

Cue The Drummer (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson & T.F

(Y2 Verse)
Yea
Bitch I'm still the shit
End of story P.S
Still got haters pissed
P'n on em E-S
Dm from yo E-X
Still on dick Y-E-S
All these dubs I'm D-F
Stripes like I'm R-E-F
Run my shit like Forrest Gump
You can't sit sit here
Cut like ch-ch-chia
Shots off bli-bli-blia
Every year my year
Bitch make room Ikea
On yo head Chiquita
Her hips don't like Shakira
Got my B-A-G up
Blew that shit like T.F
My name in yo mouth
That brand new green scope look like mouthwash
On tour til I'm back then turn that so called beef to flautas
Wet up yo lil function wit my Misses since you Doubt fire
Get some kitties for these niggas bitch a hoe is a hoe
Keep a funky cold me-nina watch ya Tone wit my Loc
We were young and reckless stretch it
Pyrex ova the stove
Momma praying for me daily can we save him?
Nope
That's a big gun innit
Ridin wit tha 50
Smoke he's a hippie
One Mississippi
No Ricky Ricky
Six sixty sixty
Happened to my baby?
Boy come get cho Auntie
One way in
No way out
Aye
Fucced up Six Six
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
We ain't playing games withcoo
Do I look like a kid?
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi

(T.F Verse)
Give tha drummer some I'm talkin bout that gratatata
Broad day it's accapella then that gratatata
They off them baccwoods down dem bacc streets
In the back of that Lac
They in that long sleeve but they short sleeves got em
Reppin they Tatts
Becuz it's no way out
Keep in Skanless bitch ain't no looking bacc
Aye look
If niggas want some smoke you know it come wit tha Yac
And all my niggas alcoholics we throw shot after shot
Hey look it's one way in
Once you in
Bitch it's kill or be killed
Been to the top been to the bottom
Seen the best of both worlds
Got cinnabun on tha Choppa you know that drum got the swirl
That bitch go raaa
That's the drum roll
Head lined up like 1 Oak
Bread in loafs like Kolos
Push horse OT Polo
Wrist buss down that's dolo
Blood stains all on bankroll
Bitch get yo shit beat up
Bitch who made this beat tho
Killa

(Y2)
Bitch a hoe is a hoe
Keep a funky cold me-nina watch ya Tone wit my Loc
We were young and reckless stretch it
Pyrex ova the stove
Momma praying for me daily can we save him?
Nope
That's a big gun innit
Ridin wit tha 50
Smoke he's a hippie
One Mississippi
No Ricky Ricky
Six sixty sixty
Happened to my baby?
Boy come get cho Auntie
One way in
No way out
Aye
Fucced up Six Six
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
We ain't playing games withcoo
Do I look like a kid?
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi

Cue The Drummer (feat. T.F) - prod by scorpio prodz

ConspiracY2 (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson

Stick up a stick up a
Stick up a stick up a
Stick up a stick up a
Stick up a stick up a
Stick up a stick up a
Stick up a stick up a
Stick up a stick up a
Stick up a stick up
We have to go
To go to go to go
Stick up ya nose
Nose Nose Nose
These bags enuf
Enuf Enuf Enuf
We have to go
To go to go to go
Conspiracy
I got to
Get it gotta get it on the go a nigga bout to get it
We don't give a fuck about that nigga nigga bout the bidness
Tha billy goat I beat it up I really go banana wit it
Itty bitty spider you a lizard on the menu nigga
Still Godzilla
Haaa
Hahahahahahahaha
What you bout to witness I'm the nigga neva nominated
Swing batter batter this a badda boom badda bing
Toot teet toot toot toot teet toot toot
Sounds like the aliens arrived
Sober right now but I'm high all the time
How the fuck we let that nigga get away like anyway
Easy come easy go mi vida
Me L-O-C-O mi miha
We gon get this doe then VISA
Please don't get this cold then freeze up
Brr-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
Just say si-si-si-si-si-si
Yes papi pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi
Laugh like Wiz Khalif lif-lif-lif-lif-lif-lif-lif-lif
Hahahahaha
Way back from em
These niggas ain't solid I stay way back from em
Hard in paint all day like James just step back on em
I think I know these niggas from way back don't I?
I remember yo ass
When I asked you about it you acted like a beotch
Nigga I read right through lies you acted like a beotch
Skrrt skrrt he pulled off to a safe place
I'm so mutha fuckin aggi nigga safe ain't safe
Should slap these niggas have the audacity lie to my face
Woke up in the city of the Gods hoe
No Satan in me that's just me in a Diablo
Ain't no Satan in me that's just me in a Diablo
Ain't no Satan in me that's just me in a Diablo
Teflon at Chevron
I don't trust none
Nigga bitch keep lookin at me like she wanna fuck some
Bitch I'm the bitch I'm the bitch I'm the man
Ride wit the stick like I'm here with the band
Clip up or zip up it's grritititaa
Lasers or natural how you want your tan?
Bachelor bachelor bachelor bet
Fuck off my lap you too close to the stack
I know whatchoo want
I know whatchoo want
You want that God Dick
That God Damn Dick
You want that God Dick
That God Damn Dick

ConspiracY2 - prod by Kodactivity

Nightmare on yo street
God wita goatee
Ridin' round wit the Ray nigga we gon' see
Hand over those keys
Actin' accordingly
Thor wita hammer approach Loki
Ese know the play nigga La Rasa outside wit it loaded
Huh
Enuf wit the Three Six lines I am more beast
Boy keep that in mind
This a Keith Sweat heat check blaaoow
Change ya face now it's morphing
Aaron Halls out singing the lungs out
These niggas is all fucked Orgies
Been in this John long enough
To permanently thermal ya short sleeve
It's smart car next driving Dorky
Like fuck is the door key?
When Quarantine is over I'm still in mine
Like the bloodline Vorhees
Impatient this Porsche a different interpretation of hold ya horses
You sound like a fed imma hole it over ya fuckin head like a dolphin
Born bred for life
What is the lord implying?
I'm a glorified Giant wita certified bloodline
Only birth defect is I'm so fuckin' godly
War is hereditary bunch of up to no Goodfellas
What the fuck's a felony?
No I.D riding around like bombs over your bitch
A peace sign wita peace and a beam on it
Shot 15 just as clean look what the boy done did
It works for me I put in work nigga Andale
Only Kings wear crowns but the Gods are over ya head
Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Shu
We don't need Top Golf to get cha Tee knocked off
I can drop a 8 and one hook and still be considered Top 4
That four sweep I sleep wit the stick thats what the mop for
So wadaya say beanie down my face no more locked doors
Bitch I have been dying to taste it
Memoirs of a geisha
This not what choo thinking
You haunted by Jason
Don't write shit like Masons
I'm start to think that I'm probably mutated
That's up for debate
I am nothing to play with
Like imaginary friends that ain't the scary part
I am Tyson in the 90's eat head and heart
This ain't no warning shot I am just all you got
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Prophecy
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Ruler
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Ruler
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Shu
Shu Shu Shu
I'm all you got?
Shu Shu Shu
That's all you got?
Shu Shu Shu
I'm all you got?
Shu Shu Shu
Shu
God

Shu Shu Shu - prod by scorpio prodz

I don't know who needs to hear this
You fuckin' up the vibe do not come near me
Don't blow the high we on the ceiling
No peace of mind mo' company for misery
Baby you need to try some Humdelelelelelelelelele
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
Nigga I don't even like the way sage smells
Energy vampire nigga stay in hell
Week and a half ass nigga this is day 12
Fuck is you mad should be mad at cha damn self

(Y2: Verse)
I gotta bone to pick witchoo
Too busy so the shit just slipped my mind
I can't control these things
How many hoes you bringing?
How many niggas you wit?
How many yo niggas bringing niggas?
They prolly got some enemies up in here
But choo ain't thinking' that far ahead or ahead of time
Don't need to be watching my back nigga just pick a better time
How you don't know I'm prolly wit some bitches that we both hit
The last code I ever broke was the one to the safe
Lucky deez niggas wit me is wide awake
I could feel yo energy before you had some shit to say
Felt that shit from miles away
That's why my dreaded nigga had to light a fucking sage
Type of nigga muggin bitches when the hoes round
Nigga sit down chill out we ain't on that
Can't even leave a fuckin' stack around
I should know dat
Must stash it like Borat
Soulja whatchoo call that?

(J Soulja: Verse)
I been noticing
Niggas claiming my circle but don’t roll wit me
I see the hoe in you
I’m the holy me
God body take notes hoe you know dis me
I turned poor into poetry
Hallelujah I’m the one that walk on water
Not a stain on me
They out here tryna make it rain
But watch me reign on you
Baby know me as a ruler
Gave her inches when I meter
All these haters on my dick
It was hard from me the seat her
I'm one to make it shake
Like seizure
And I’m cold on a bitch might freeze ya
I can’t really vibe wit you guys
When I try
It’s line that divides
You and I on top like a dot on a i
Fuck wit mine might result with a dot on ya eye
Real shit all I do is plot guap to the sky
If I fall I’ma land on the sky lil nigga

You fuckin' up the vibe do not come near me
Don't blow the high we on the ceiling
No peace of mind mo' company for misery
Baby you need to try some Humdelelelelelelelelele
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
Nigga I don't even like the way sage smells
Energy vampire nigga stay in hell
Week and a half ass nigga this is day 12
Fuck is you mad should be mad at cha damn self

Humdelelele ft. J Soulja - prod by NSD & Charlie Mumbles

I came for blood
More blood
Just yours
Just yours
Just yours
Want mine?
Come here

Off witcha top of course this off the top
Rope Dope Ali be back
Nonsense not to be fucked with
El Shaddai I've been exercising demons
I'm a monster dancing bomb tick
Think I give a fuck
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies
Think I give a fuck

Hardly nigga Hello
Hologram it's bout to make it obvious
Do you think I give a fuck?
Do you think I give a fuck?
Highly doubt it that's a doctor, cop and sirens problem now

If he bleeds
If he doesn't
I'm coming for blood
If he bleeds
If he doesn't
I don't give a fuck
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies
Think I give a fuck

I been sacrificial not the one that had the issues
Shots these warning cataclysmic
All my clones yeah that shit's history
Launch with the war heads
Time for me to go there
Y'all go need a Paul bearer
Gotta take em all there
That shit over my dead body
Anybody everybody gettin' bodied
This about to be another body daddy
I take it easy on em it still feels like easy does it
No heart on sleeve it's not me that need it
I eat the others
I'm handy dandy Danny Glover Danny Leigh'n out bodies
Buzzards top of yo husband
Prostitues on crystal meth I fuck it up
And Y2Pac apocalypse I'm right on time nigga
Rap game boat sank I am Show Boat am I lying nigga?
That's the ugly fucking truth and I'll be fine nigga
They want me and only me give a fuck who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies
Think I give a fuck

Coming For Blood - prod by Arza

Round look around nigga still lookin down
Look around look around nigga still lookin down
You ain't high enough
(You ain't high)
You ain't high enough
(Nigga you call that high)
You ain't said enough
(Oh that's all you got to say)
You ain't did enough
(You ain't shit)
Look
Takin my flowers now
Blaaoow
Here's comes the kicker
Karma kills hope
Not the ghost you want around
Contra contradiction don't come for my concubine
Numbers do lie not the 2 behind the Y
It's not cha life to swiping dice
A good price then it's spot cha lice
Not dandruff it's dangerous
Not as glam as a dance on ice
You in game nigga this out bound
Out town ain't laws out laws
South paw ain't right left dead
Situations is tighter than wrestlers dressing up
Jackaz gon' stalk green beams
(Green beep beep)
Diamonds on lil boy peep
(lil boy peep)
Killaz in they own mind state
(Shu shu shu shu)
Hope you niggas go the right way
Gps say drive don't wanna switch these seats
(Shu shu shu shu)
I don't wanna sleep in these sheets
(Deez sheet sheets)
Shadow of a doubt in these streets
(Gri teet teet)
I just wanna rest complete no peace
My nigga I won't feel it
I won't feel it
I don't fear killaz
I feel disrespected really
Danced with death and
Now we best friends
Resurrected
Y'all getting desperate
Live in flesh
A prophecy
Though I'm the livest one I'm the furthest from dumb and done
My nigga fyi diy
Black mirrors getting that clearer
Fall in line for your demise
My baby up to something genius
Luka cha Dončić a bunch shit advantage
I answer to ancestors
Done swimming done liquor
Soul sicker the lost children
Last visit time ticking
Talk nigga
So I figured I'll pick em up nigga
The sacrificial goat and a god
With a scar from the sword in the heart
May they all say
Round look around nigga still lookin down
Look around look around nigga still lookin down
You ain't high enough
(You ain't high)
You ain't high enough
(Nigga you call that high)
You ain't said enough
(Oh that's all you got to say)
You ain't did enough
(You ain't shit)
My nigga I won't feel it
I won't feel it
I don't fear killaz
I feel disrespected really
Danced with death and
Now we best friends
Resurrected
Y'all getting desperate
Live in flesh
A prophecy

ConspiracY2 - prod by Kodactivity

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