muslim bitch (prod doowop + gloqyy)

SELF DEPRICATION (Prod. Olly)

Dorothy (prod. Olly + ilyruken)

ong ong (prod fckbwoy!)

let him cooketh no bev

Your Stepdad - Dickhead

‘til it’s backwards (prod. justxrolo + mathiastyner)

no cares (prod. sauron)

LLC (prod. gregory bozzeli)

Your Stepdad - Butthurt

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VERSE 1

Creepin in the alley where the serpents breathe slow,
Fake ninjas talk loud till the burner says no.
I been raised where the code got teeth like a pit,
You slip talk slick, get your wigbone split.
Ain’t no mercy on the turf when the hunger run deep,
Seen a partner turn snitch over crumbs in a week.
So I keep the circle tighter than a knot in a fight,
You ain’t built for this pressure, you fold under the lights.
I’m the last one standin when the smoke all clears,
Got stripes on my soul from the blood and the years.
Say my name wrong, watch reality bend,
You don’t want none of Bizniz, I don’t play with pretend.


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HOOK

"You a gambler? Quit showing your hand,
You got a problem the Law is trolling ya man,
And if they blitz he likely to take the stand,
Before I let that happen meet the glock in my pants,
It all come full circle tighten up ya plans,
Y'all thought I rap to be famous,
Truth is I rap to stay armed and dangerous,
And yall bitch ninjas can't hang wit us"


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VERSE 2

Every move that I make is a chess play, clown,
I’ve been dodging all the rooks tryna hunt me down.
If a snake get close, then the blade get shown,
Cut him off mid-sentence like a prepaid phone.
I ain’t never need a cosign or fakin for the ‘Gram,
You chasing validation while I sharpen up my plan.
I’m a West Coast soldier with a East Bay lean,
Big body full of smoke like a Slauson machine.
Bet a hater get shook when I step outside,
Got a nine on my hip and a death wish vibe.
So before a weak ninja even thinks he can press,
Let me show him what a real one looks like dressed.


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HOOK

"You a gambler? Quit showing your hand,
You got a problem the Law is trolling ya man,
And if they blitz he likely to take the stand,
Before I let that happen meet the glock in my pants,
It all come full circle tighten up ya plans,
Y'all thought I rap to be famous,
Truth is I rap to stay armed and dangerous,
And yall bitch ninjas can't hang wit us"


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VERSE 3

Ain’t no peace in the life that I carved from the mud,
But the money keep callin like a late night plug.
I been warring with my shadow over past mistakes,
Tryna dodge early graves cuz the reaper ain’t fake.
Seen killers turn holy when the cuffs get tight,
Talkin ‘bout they wasn’t there, they ain’t see no fight.
But me? I stand firm if the hammer ever drop,
If I bleed for the code then my story don’t flop.
I’m a product of the cold, of the hunger, the hits,
Of the nights that I starved just to come up legit.
So if fame come attached, that’s a bonus win,
But I rap cuz I’m built for the places you been.


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HOOK

"You a gambler? Quit showing your hand,
You got a problem the Law is trolling ya man,
And if they blitz he likely to take the stand,
Before I let that happen meet the glock in my pants,
It all come full circle tighten up ya plans,
Y'all thought I rap to be famous,
Truth is I rap to stay armed and dangerous,
And yall bitch ninjas can't hang wit us"


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