My collab with my longtime friend Taimoor Malik. Check out his profile in the link below.

https://m.soundcloud.com/malikkofficial

Sweater Weather (MALIK x MOHALI Rendition)

Verse 1:

I’m like Winnie with my jar of honey
Looking empty not a single penny
Destructive vibes call me little Lenny 
Ready for the barrel at my head like a pint of Henny
Eat one Pringle now, next second, can is empty 
Story of my life written down like I’m Hellen Keller
Trend setter with the tommy sweater
Fender bender as I reverse in this stormy weather
Never better, never settle for the garlic butter or the little shitty christmas sweater
Lighting Dokha with a single ignition
Painting pictures with a vivid distinction
ROI from all over the nation
Steady patience for abomination when I hit with the demolition
This is not a premonition of my mission statement
Listen to beats in the back of the basement 
Empty minds feed on lies, please don’t be blatant 
Lending a piece of the pie
A slice of my heart, playing the part, waiting inside
Smoking a dart, coughing a lot, cancerous vibes

Verse 2:

Rollercoaster ride in Dubai 
Outlander posting pics of the drive 
Smoke shisha with hummus, on the side 
No hashish was present, now I’m high 
Sandy beaches, dandy jacket 
Oven heated, branded fashion
Passive with my fucking actions
Massive marks with traction
Heard you doing really good yeah
Plate full of fucking food yeah
Uber here to the pool yeah
I’m not tryna be rude yeah 
Playing ludo, when I get pissed I form a little tornado
Eating pesto with the basil, 
Need it presto tummy is full, tryna make peso

HUИNY

Verse 1:

Chill with the bros whilst I’m hitting the tokes
Man you talk all that shit like you doing the most
Pull out the bottles we’re making a toast
Roll up my sleeves just to dig in the dirt
Tryna find all the treasures inherit the earth
I’ve changed for good, you can call it rebirth
Got some shit that I need to say
The lost time of self got me lost in my ways

Lost in my wayyysss
Cost me my pride and a lot of dismay
Smoked a lot just to go keep me at bay
So I locked all of the demons that held me away
from pursuing my dreams, making the cream
Fuck what you say, what you think about me
I used to let that shit get to my head
But now I’m too busy just chasing that bread

Woah, fuck

I cannot stop
Canada pops
At 1522 I set up shop
Ready for business, ready to drop
Homie you come thru, you gon’ get popped
On my boss shit, straight for your throat
If you want it come get it ready for the smoke
Slept on by peers man but now they are woke
Don’t take it lightly I’m fresh off the boat
Bitches be grinding my gears
They wanna date, stay in the clear 
Hole in my heart might resonate
Let’s delegate the emotions another way
Hitting 3 pointers with fadeaways 
Fadeaway?
I’m running a mile a minute
The windows are tinted
I’m pushing the limit
You’re shooting your shot but I’m hitting the wicket
This is the exhibit
Showcasing talent for spitting
Case n point proving that I just stay winning
Gucci flip flop on the ting that i’m drilling
At one with myself but I always stay sinning
The vinyl is spinning
I’m breaking the record 
I do it for fun, I don’t put in the effort

Verse 2:

I gotta trap my way outta the bank
Smoking on swishers and sipping on drank
Hitting the gym man I feel like a tank
When I’m pushing 150 the pedal is cranked
All the way down, lifting the roof
Telling the girls to come by to the pool
Come to my town, play by my rules
When you switch sides you’re just playing a fool
Getting the head in the back of corrolas
Hop out the back and I’m dunking in donuts
Season is back we’re just drinking coronas
I gotta go
You got a soul, glittered in gold
Hit it and go yuh oh ho ho ho
oh ho ho hoooo

REBIRTH

lo-fi tapes

whatever it may be, until then

let it rain

i need

Orange Juice (ft. Pirro Waz)

DAT$ MY $HIT (ft. Pirro Waz & Giulio)

Chorus:

Smoking all my problems
Knowing that I solved em
Like I wanted all da smoke in the first place

Verse 2:

Wanted all the smoke
Anytime I sit I toke
Let me teach you all the ropes
Pillow talking do the most
Anytime I hit the ghost
I’ll be back and I’ll be roasting
See me cruising thru the coast and I be coasting
oh my god, oh my god, 
Man I pull up with my squad
Park the car, going bar for bar 
Like a prison cell I’m holding all these demons in me 
Got a couple problems and they is getting gritty
Honing all my skills so I can pay the bills
House up in the hills and no it’s not for sale
Moving all this weight like it’s back up on the scale
Give you all the blueprints so you know this shit is real
So you know this shit is real man, so you know this shit is real man
Thank god I’m off those fucking meal plans
So, I could sauce it up and give a real damn
Bleeding ink cuz this shit is deeper than a tattoo
Kiss up on a ting up in the bathroom,
That too in a coupe that got mad room
Vacuum cleaning all this dirt yea that’s true
If a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it?

All The Smoke (ft. Pirro Waz)

Chorus:

This is not a game
Anytime I come thru, switch up on my main
God I’m so laid back, getting me some brain
Sprinkle little salt, man I’m seasoned for the fame
Seasoned for the fame

This is not a game 
Anytime I come thru, switch up on my main
God I’m so laid back, getting me some brain
Sprinkle little salt, man i’m seasoned for the fame
Seasoned for the fame

Verse 1:

Pull up on the block like this
When I pull up to the shop make em drop like this (woah)
Kinda hot like this
When we vibin on the beach make em drop that shit (woah)
And I need a couple minutes cuz I’m out here and we winning
You can find me in mclennan tryna study all the women
But i’d rather be in bronfman tryna study for the cheques
Study for the flex
Why you out here getting all vexed when you know I’m tryna study for a fucking test
Hit em with a switch blade, switch plays
Mudderfucka get paid then I go and get laid
Dreaming of a bentley, set state, knowing that I get A’s
Now I need to part ways, tripping of the heart ache
Tripping off bacardi, rolling off the molly
Pull up to the party, know the name MOHALI

Chorus:

This is not a game
Anytime I come thru, switch up on my main
God I’m so laid back, getting me some brain
Sprinkle little salt, man I’m seasoned for the fame
Seasoned for the fame

This is not a game 
Anytime I come thru, switch up on my main
God I’m so laid back, getting me some brain
Sprinkle little salt, man i’m seasoned for the fame
Seasoned for the fame

Verse 2: 

The way that you see me
I’ll grant you the wishes you see I’m a genie and 
I need to get 2 more right now
Hype too much man u gotta pipe down 
Light this one then another one down
Pipe this one that’s another one down AY
And you got that swag
Too much now, now dem boys on your ass 
I roll all black
Head to toe now da gangs on dat
Swear down I don’t ever say no
Not enough time to stop that growth AY
Man fuck all that
Pull up to the club when u dressed like that
You see the way that I drip to my toes
Yes this a banger now drop that low AY

MOHALI

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