WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfL3zLVzx5g

I decided to respond to Tove Lo's "Habits" and wrote/recorded this track this evening.

LYRICS

Yo
What I’m about to say may sound stern
But all those drugs aren’t things for you to yearn,
And our relationship isn't nothing of their concern,
You keep giving God all the more reason to let you burn,

Like,
Throwing up in the tub, them gummy worms
And letting all these niggas kiss on you and take turns,
And then you wonder why I disown you and won’t return,
My respect you haven’t earned, meeting adjourned, learn

From your mistakes, or you’re gonna keep getting hurt
That’s why your mama tried to keep you in church,
Cause if you keep digging your grave you gon reap in dirt,
And you gon make another song about why he didn’t work,

Weak, weekday saint and weekend flirt,
Spending all your sloppy seconds tryna leap in purp,
Your most prized possession you can’t keep in skirt,
And that’s one of the main reasons why we didn’t work, Tove.

I stay dry, all the time, but you’re still on my mind, ooh
I stay dry, all the time, but you’re still on my mind, ooh
But this little thing is just a phase, 
I hope that you one day, will calm down,
Then maybe I’ll try, all the time, to make things right with you.

Z-FLO

Tove Lo "Habits" Cover (Rap)(FREE DOWNLOAD)

DOWNLOAD THE ALBUM HERE: https://itunes.apple.com/album/id932452996

I wrote this song after having the hardest bacon ever to be made at a terrible restaurant one evening.

"Bacon Strips"  By Z-FLO

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTek66AHsZ8

Very well written song by two great lyricists. Beat Produced by U-Dub of NY BANGERS.

LYRICS

Verse 1 (Z-FLO):

Yo,

As I lean on this brick wall I think about,
All the exes I’ve pissed off in my existence,
A good catch only came every so often, didn’t it?
Broken hearts even though the opposite I intended,

She’s begging, praying to God we can pull it through, 
My mind was immature, my lies were bulletproof,
But that was then, you think you ready to hear the truth?
Then let me get this off my chest, no vest, bullet through.

You always claim you prefer that I tell you everything,
That’s what you dream, but reality's not the same, 
It’s difficult when I promised to protect you from pain,
And I promised that I’d be honest and that I’d never change,

But you saw me as this knight in armor when I wasn’t,
And I only made mistakes because what human doesn’t?
So be honest with yourself lady— now would you have accepted your baby
If you discovered that he wasn’t perfect? Maybe….. 

(Maybe not.... maybe you're the type that believes in fairy tales)

Chorus:

I’m lonely, so I’ll just think about,
Whatever crosses my mind, I’m thinking,
I guess I’ll tell you a story ‘bout,
A Brick Wall, A Brick Wall

And I won’t hesitate to let it out,
Whatever crosses my mind, I’m saying,
I guess I’ll tell you the story now,
This Brick Wall, This Brick Wall


Verse 2 (Z-FLO):

As I lean on this brick wall, I think about
How working a 9-5 got me under pressure,
And how the hell is depression trying to teach me a lesson,
And why do I sit here stressing if I’m so full of blessings?

I was the best at electives during my adolescence
Now it seems I’m more full of questions that aren’t at all perplexing,
And you expect that I’m ignorant but with all respect
I think you lack the ability to look from a new perspective,

Why do people go preaching what they don’t understand?
Why is life about paper and rubber bands?
Is it fair that even if you never understand why,
That you’re obligated to chase it til the day that you die?

'Cause people can only help people "because of money,"
But I see people NOT helping people, "because of money,”
So uh…. I’m not the one to blame. You spend 9 years on entertainment, 
And I just write music to keep me sane.

('Cause I'm crazy.... in a normal world...)

CHORUS

Verse 3 (Marcus the Poet):

Yo

I think about my days as a child, how a brother ran wild,
Playing basketball 'til the sun went down
How the times change, not always for the better,
And life can be a real bitch, only if you let her,

So I gotta take control, play my hand, never fold
If I plan to make a million 'fore God call my soul,
Free my mind from these shackles of reality,
The world don't exist, it was something I'm imagining,

My girl's an enigma, friends an illusion,
Life's an oasis.... Nah, it's confusion
I'm so sick of losing, I'm taking the steps
I'm checking myself, I gotta do some more for my health

'Cause feeling good is more important than wealth
Yo, and even when you down dog, the money don't help,
You can take it from me, man I been through it all,
Valleys and creeks, winter, spring, summer and fall, y'all...

(So uh, man ya'll don't need to leave me by myself... man I get to thinking wayyy too much.... Reminiscing.)

CHORUS

Download on iTunes

Brick Wall - Z-FLO Ft. Marcus The Poet

This one is for the ladies.... first dance track like this I've ever made. 

WADDLE LYRICS

Intro: Yeah, Z-FLO, Scott Supreme on the beat, yo

I love the way she walk with her butt butt
She walks like a duck with her butt butt
Quack quack, she waddle with her butt butt,
I like the way she waddle with her butt butt 

CHORUS:

I love the way she walk with her butt butt
She walks like a duck with her butt butt
Quack quack, she waddle with her butt butt,
I like the way she waddle with her butt butt (2x)



Waddle, walk, *quack* waddle (7x)
Sholl' Iz!


Verse 1: (Z-FLO) Yo,

Young negro, blacker than a cold emo,
Named Z-FLO, Salary? Count the zeros.
Superhero, red cape, red speedo,
Tostito, chip off the old ego,

So thirsty, I’m a torpedo,
Dive into that burrito, Red pill Neo,
I’m so hungry, I’ll repo your Frito
Scoop to my depot, let you stroke my ego,

(Eyes wide) Surprised by the dino,
Heard ya ex-man bout as long as a Cheeto,
Heard ya other ex bout as long as his equal,
Well I’ma make you mine, mine, Seagull.

I’m so cold, so sub-zero
And I’m so sick like Pneumonia caught Ne-yo,
So flap them wings, gone drop the eagle,
And I’ma drop them C-Notes like I am the CEO of the casino, 

(Man!)
See ain’t nobody hype like this!
Spitting that fire on the mic like this!
Making that thang move in them tights like this!
I’ve never even seen a species quite like this, ay yo

Teacher may I use the restroom right quick?
Standing up with my binder right in front of my dick, 
She like, "What do you get when you cross a chick with a duck-duck?"
I dunno….. something with a butt butt?



CHORUS:


Verse 2: 

Alright,

Half-naked, too much can’t take it,
Sippin’ wine, breakin' bread like I need saving,
Big shovel, bury it in green paper,
Tomb Raider, resurrect that thang later,

That thang shaking, ask her if that thang taken,
Nah man, that thang vacant,
And I can tell she dedicated cause she keep it sacred but
She still keep my stake up when she wake up with no makeup and she hang-faded! 

Yo, 

She’s fascinated by the neon, 
All up, on my pecans, haters be on,
Mixed chicken, Half black and korean,
Been searching for that demon for eons,

So we gone, hop in the european,
Make me your slave, girl make me gain my freedom,
Another guy jealous mad at me for no reason,
I might hit him with the knee son, like Liam,

(Man!)
See ain’t nobody hype like this!
Spitting that fire on the mic like this!
Making that thang move in them tights like this!
I’ve never even seen a species quite like this, ay yo

Teacher may I use the restroom right quick?
Standing up with my binder right in front of my dick
She like, "What do you get when you cross a chick with a duck-duck?"
I dunno….. something with a butt-butt?


CHORUS


Download this song!

WADDLE

I wish a 🥷 would. 🔥  "Wish" by Z-FLO streaming everywhere.

Wish - Z-FLO

"Maybe" is a message to the depressed written and performed by Z-FLO, featuring various singers from different genres including Rock, Metal, and R&B. Available on iTunes. Search "Maybe Z-FLO" on iTunes to download!

Maybe

Warning: Satire ahead. Watch the Music Video HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkjsPuCl0p4

LYRICS: 

This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people, which just so happens to be— my other favorite kind of people.

You know the ones that like to you know; hurt themselves bro? Skateboard ollie bro, kickflip, split their lip bro?... Kick me in the nuts, bro? You get what I’m saying, right?


White people, I get bullied in school,
I can’t wait til I’m a cop so I can bully you, White People
Hey

White people, no no, we can’t dance,
And I don’t whoop my kids or spank their hands,
White people
(Bad Michael, go to your room!)

Verse 1: 

If you poke me on my arm, I bruise easily,
So I only quarterback in the Football League,

I like to watch porn, I can fap for days
And my favorite potato chips are Lays (because they’re white)

I take weird drugs like ecstasy,
Mushrooms, Crystal Meth, and LSD,

We put it in a pipe, or a homemade bong,
And watch out for the priest, he will rape your son,

And most of us will die trying out for Fear Factor,
I guess that’s why they say I’m just a country-loving, deer-hunting, rabbit-eating, redneck, inbreeding, beer-drinking, small penis…. did I mention we drive a tractor?

We're red when we’re mad, when we’re sick, we’re green,
Only race in the world that eats sardines, 

White girls, flat butts, and I know that’s mean,
But if you try to eat the booty, taste like saltines, 
(Back far away from that anus)

A white woman came to me to bash my song,
Until she realized I was black and then she…. zipped her purse?

White people, I get bullied in school, 
I can’t wait til I’m a cop so I can bully you, 
White People

White people, no no, we can’t dance,
And I don’t whoop my kids or spank their hands,
White people
(See this is probably why all those white kids shoot up schools)

Hold up, hold up; we can’t have a white song without any country music in it.
We all like country music, nawh-nah- no-hum-nawh
You never understand what I’m saying, nawh-nah-nawh-nah nah nahnah nannah humh NAWR.

But if you ever come to Texas…. come chill with me on my porch,
‘Cause we all got shotguns, and we all commute by horse,

We have farms, we like to mosh, We like Family GUYYY and we like Tosh!!! I guess my point here is… if you’re white, we automatically like you

White people, I get bullied in school,
I can’t wait til I’m a cop so I can bully you, White People
Hey

White people, Can’t jump that high, 
So if you tryna lose the cops, find a fence nearby
White people, 

White People
Since 76, being jerks making other races look like sh**,
White People
(Seriously, all of us are racist)

White People,
I know you can’t stand me,
But we all still evolved from a chimpanzee
White People

Alright, this is probably also the most racist song I’ve ever written, but if you laughed, you’re racist too…. So I don’t feel bad…. besides…. it’s not racist if I'm human. Get it? The human race? Ha, ha, ha, that’s how white people laugh..

The White People Song

Warning: Satire ahead. Watch the Music Video HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85tr8h0BjVk

LYRICS:

Intro: Hola Jorge! Andale, andale, arriba, arriba—  I don’t even know if I said that right. Sorry, I don’t speak Mexican. Ay yo Jorge, can you hand me a burrito? Por favor?

Verse 1:

I am a Mexican, my card is greenish,
My last name is probably Gonzalez Martinez,
I’d help you mow your lawn, but me no speaky English,
That’s why my only job is selling tacos or cleaning,

I don’t drink alcohol, less it's tequila,
I hate when people say tor-tilla… bitch, it’s tortilla,
I don’t need a SUV, or an umbrella,
Why? I got a donkey and sombrero,

Because I can dance with two maracas in my hand, hand, hand
Used to play in a mariachi band, band, band
I can fit 20 cousins up in the van, van, van
What’d you expect? I’m Mexican...

CHORUS 
Ohhhhhhhh ooohhhhh we swam here all the way from Puerto Rico,
And yes, we smell like burritos, oh oh
We’re just Mexican People, oh oh….

The law saw that my card wasn’t green, so I panicked!
Swam across the border at the speed of Hispanic!
Oh, mi hijo….. oh oh,
We’re just Mexican People, oh oh…
We’re Brown People

Verse 2:
I am a Mexican, yes, I speak Spanish,
But only when you’re around, so you can’t understand it,
Yes I like nachos, dipped in Mexican salsa,
Yo quiero Taco Bell, until they shot my chihuahua,

If you’re Latino, or latina, then you’re Mexican
If you’re from Spain or Argentina, you’re still Mexican,
If you speak any Portuguese, you’re still Mexican
And if your name is Luis, then you’re Mexican

I can dance with two maracas in my hand, hand, hand
Used to play in a mariachi band, band, band
I can fit 20 cousins up in the van, van, van
What’d you expect? I’m Mexican...

CHORUS
Ohhhhhhhh ooohhhhh we swam here all the way from Puerto Rico,
And yes, we are illegal, oh oh
We’re just Mexican People, oh oh….

The law saw that my card wasn’t green, so I panicked!
Swam across the border at the speed of Hispanic!
Oh, mi hijo….. oh oh,
We’re just Mexican People, oh oh…
We’re Brown People

Bridge:

I work as a maid for white people and it’s probably because their kids are messy,
And because they can afford me, it’s only like a penny a week but you know...


Verse 3 (rap):

Hola, homie, I’m in your garden with a machete,
The students in college hate me cause they don’t mess with them essays,
I’m a laker just like Kobe, I built my house with adobe, 
I’m teaching my black friends how to swim…. haha… because...


CHORUS:
Ohhhhhhhh ooohhhhh we swam here all the way from Puerto Rico,
And yes, we smell like burritos, oh oh
We’re just Mexican People, oh oh….

The law saw that my card wasn’t green, so I panicked!
Swam across the border at the speed of Hispanic!
Oh, mi hijo….. oh oh,
We’re just Mexican People, oh oh…
We’re Brown People

The Mexican People Song

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO HERE: https://youtu.be/GejQfZPQpKo

CHALLENGE: Grab some mouthwash, take a huge sip, and hold it in your mouth for as long as you can. Then hit Play. Comment with the minutes/seconds where you failed, or if you passed, comment with "Passed!". Share with someone who you think will fail.

No Offense

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Try Not To Laugh

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpNkfaMCFqE

Satire alert. 

The Asian People Song

New single "Drank" from Z-FLO, featuring Lil Randy and Slim Cognito. WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2It38R4Pa0

Drank

Drank - (Radio Edit) Z-FLO Ft. Lil Randy And Slim Cognito

FREE DOWNLOAD: This is a song I wrote during a very depressing time in my life. I instantly felt better after recording the second verse.

LYRICS

Intro:

Yo, you know... life can make you feel like you're not gonna make it sometimes, you know?

Worst part of it is, life can be very persuasive..... yeah.

VERSE 1 (Z-FLO): 

Yo 
Glass breaks when I step in like Stone Cold, 
On the track I eat these chickens 'til the bones cold, 
I got my girl on hold, 
She call me Pinocchio, 'cause when I lie on her, I get a long pole, 
At my shows they know I'm ice cream cone cold, 
And all of 'em screaming like I hit the wrong hole, 
The NyQuil did the opposite of what the box told, 
I'm super ill, got runny nose and a strong cold, 
Kick back, keep a click-clack by the six pack, 
Get that I spit that lit match, need a tic tac, 
Sick track, got my bars together like a Kit Kat, 
Get fat, bread and cheese stacked like a Big Mac, 
I'm balling, to the three-pointer I lets it go, 
And the only thing you dribble is your testicles, 
PMS, messy flow, DJ spins like a merry-go 
with bloody hands, looking around like, "Where did Mary go?"

And I be the ripper, 
The fans want the new cut, so here's your pair of scissors, 
I stay up in them headlines like a pair of clippers, 
In the whip, keep my feet clean like a pair of slippers, 
I'm not a star, I'm the Big Dipper.

CHORUS: 

I write I write, 
But everybody thinks my flow is alright, alright, 
But everybody think my flow is alright, alright, 
And everybody say my flow is alright, alright

But it's alright, alright,
'Cause everything's gonna be alright, alright, 
'Cause everything's gonna be alright alright, 
'Cause everything's gonna be alright, alright

VERSE 2 (Z-FLO): 

Yo, I'm sharper than an arrow, flyer than a sparrow, 
But still these people hate me I can read them like a tarot, 
It's supposed to be a light at the end of every tunnel but still, it's not fair though, my tunnel's narrow,

Now society's got me drinking barrels and singing carols, 
I'm causing a lot of peril to Carol, Vicky, and Sheryl, 
They sayin' that I'm the shit but complain that I'm not sterile, 
Well, pamper my past, I didn't come from an ass,

I keep getting dumped feeling like I've come from the trash, 
The rat race keeps dumping my cash, Nobody's hiring so I started making records and trying to make a higher fee 
Just to piss off the same hypocritics who wouldn't hire me, 
Same habits, It's like a rabbit out of a hat, the same magic, 
People who rub your back stab it, 
We all trade time for money, shelter, and fabric, 
So I'd be damned if I don't spend that time being happy, 
Yo, I gotta have it

CHORUS

VERSE 3 (Marcus the Poet)

The Poet 
Z-FLO, I think they fail to listen, they don't see your vision, 
Preoccupied with them niggas on the television, 
But I hear ya, I see ya, boy you a fucking king, 
You got a style no other brother could ever bring, 
Elevate the game and use it as ammunition, 
Industry clowns, these cats ain't competition, 
They flow ain't tight, they hook "aight", 
And they tryna tell ya boy that I'm just "alright"? 
To be real man, yo, rap is kinda boring me, 
Need to get a book on the Art of Non-Conformity, 
'Cause all these niggas sound the same, gold chains and models 
Nickel pieces that give head and swallow, 
They ain't really real, my niggas living a character, 
Rocking gold chains like they took it back to Africa, 
Claiming you a pharoah, boy I gotta laugh at ya, 
Pop a clip in, I let it rip in and rattle ya,

Banana clips, you don't want the boy to battle ya, 
'Cause that record company that go to bat for ya 
be speaking at ya eulogy, 
And if you think I'm "a-ight", nigga download "Mutiny", 
It's you and me

CHORUS (2x)

"I'm Alright" ft. Marcus The Poet

The Arab People Song. Watch the video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEk7hT3wU1E&t=2s

LYRICS:

Verse 1: 
 
We don’t like tennis shoes, we wear sandals
And yeah, we have sex with goats and ride camels 
I live in a desert in Abu Dhabi,
so I squat behind a cactus when I have to potty,
Roll your tongue on the R’s, 
Whoops, dropped a bomb, Allahu Ahkbar
I play the flute and snakes come out of jars,
I caught a flight, plane didn’t get far,

And you might not believe it, man,
But during the winter, I ski in sand,
And the TSA was like “Man, how did you get out of Iraq…”--- I ran. Damn...


Chorus:

Watch out, Watch out
Rasheed's got a bomb!
Watch out, Watch out
Abdul-Jabar got a bomb!
Watch out, watch out
Amir's got a bomb!
Watch out, watch out
Malcolm X got a bomb!

Verse 2:
I’m a billionaire, check my Equifax
Always wearing turbins and bedsheet hats
An Arabian day in the life,
See I have 10 leashes, one for each wife,
And I have 10 bombs, one for each flight,
That I put my wives on if they speak without permission,
Then “Mommy, look! There’s a plane in the airrrrr!"
(BOOM) uh, I swear it was just there...
We’re all Muslim, Salaam
And we all live in a cave, Saddam
Where we all eat lots of hummus…. yum!
My first website was the bomb dot com, UM….
 
And you might not believe it, man,
But during the winter, I ski in sand,
And the TSA was like “Man, how did you get out of Iraq…”--- “Iran” damn...

Chorus: 

Watch out, watch out
Hussein got a bomb!
Watch out, watch out
Ramir Asheed got a bomb!
Watch out, watch out
Obama got a bomb!
Watch out, Watch out
Osama bin Laden got a bomb!

(Well, not anymore...)

Verse 3:

Don’t touch my hat, it’s sacred
I can make all my wives get naked
I have a phobia, I’m afraid of BACONNNN
You need RPG? I can make it!
We own mini-marts and gas stations,
Where people buy beer to get wasted! 
Like 9/11 Victims, I take my—

Whoa whoa whoa…. dude, no— you just don’t say that. Wasted like 9-11 Victims? Fuck no. We don’t say that shit in America. You might say that shit over in Lebanon or Afghanistan or wherever the fuck you from but in America? You can get yo ass KILT out here! Take that shit out of the lyrics, right now before I shove a cactus up yo sandy ass. Right NOW! I ain’t playing…. shit!

ARAB: I’m sorry…. I didn’t know. I’m erasing it I erased it. It’s gone sir. I’m sorry.  

Me: Throw that damn falafel in the trash and focus…. (sigh) …. cue the Gotdamn music... 

As the world waits for my plans to unfoil,
During spring, I jetski on oil,
And I’ve bombed all sorts of different places and the TSA is the most racist, they be like

CHORUS:

Watch out, Watch out
Rasheed's got a bomb!
Watch out, Watch out
Abdul-Jabar got a bomb!
Watch out, watch out
Amir's got a bomb!
Watch out, watch out
Malcolm X got a bomb!

Watch out, watch out
Hussein got a bomb!
Watch out, watch out
Ramir Asheed got a bomb!
Watch out, watch out
Obama got a bomb!
Watch out, Watch out
Osama bin Laden got a bomb!

The Arab People Song

Download

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO HERE: (coming soon)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Shawty not my main chick, but she the one I came with, 
She short like Tink from Peter Pan,
And hairy-er than Hagrid,

I ran into her boyfriend,
the one that had the small dick,
I told him watch the language,
I haven't even ate shit (not yet)

But if I get shot by the Cupid,
I'm flossing my teeth with her pubics,
I'm jerking to all of her new pics,
I might even give that ho two kids,

If she is a teacher, I'm stupid,
If she's an Asian, I'm a Rubix,
I'm kidding that's not how I do this, 
Why you petty bitch, what?

CHORUS:
You want some fries with that salt? 
So salty, So salty, 
Bitch you want some fries with that salt?
So salty, so salty
Yeah

Verse 2: 
Shawty not my main chick, but she the one I came with,
She used to be my girlfriend,
Before I got this fame shit,

I moved down to Orlando, 
She stayed in Mississippi,
Her mama didn't like me,
Because that bitch was racist, check it

But while I was fucking your daughter, 
She was fucking seven others, 
I know that you trying to keep her in church
but she probably fucking the brothers,

I know she married to a new guy,
She cheated on him too and now I,
I'm making more than her and him and you and her pappy too, now

CHORUS

Verse 3:
Shawty not my main chick, but she the one I came with,
She look like Rumplestiltskin,
But I think I can make it work

I meet her on the dance floor,
She's uglier in person,
So even if you're desperate
Never ever date on Craigslist (nah)

We mixing liquor with the soda, 
shot after shot with the cola, 
Went for a ride in the Rover, 
pulled over behind a Kroger,
Started biting on her shoulder,
And she started moving lower,
I ask her "How does it taste?" 
And she had a look on her face like "Ewwwllll! Boy"

CHORUS

I Aint That Funny

Salty

Salty (Prod. by Austin Fig)

**LYRICS**

You know, not every day is gonna be a good day, especially not today, but we know how to solve this problem, just...

CHORUS
Dab, Slip It, Slide, Turn It
Flip it, Roll it, Fire, Burn It

I'm Better, I'm Better, I'm Better, I'm Better (2x)
I'm Better

Verse 1:

I'm on Cloud 9
Yo titties look bigger when I get this high
Not that I really care about your thickness
I say fuck skinny leg jeans that can't fit this thigh

Your boyfriend seems like a buff fitness guy
But um it's kinda weird he gotta a Fitbit... why? 
Now he havin' a bitchfit because he think I'm hittin' it
Didn't I say somebody better get this guy? Hey...

Feeling froggy? Ribbit,
Be my witness when in doubt
Yeah I am a fan of fitness
Fitness chicken in my mouth (Popeyes)

I don't need no therapy, 
Unless my doctor is Ana Cheri, 
Roll a spliff then we can...
Mmmmm... talk about how my week went.

BRIDGE
Day didn't go so well, but it could be worse
I tell myself, I could be next to a nurse
Or laying in a hearse
Good thing I still got my purp, time to make a change and work but first let's....

CHORUS

I said, 
Feeling froggy? Ribbit,
Be my witness when in doubt,
Yeah I am a fan of fitness
Fitness chicken in my mouth (Popeyes)

I don't need no therapy, 
Unless my doctor is Ana Cheri, 
Roll a spliff then we can...
Um... talk about how my week went.

BRIDGE

CHORUS

Verse 2: 

I got Khalifa Kush
Colorado stores couldn't get this shit
I feel a little bit guilty when I get this tense
Because I only feel relaxed when I hit this spliff

I went to a church to confess the shit
Although I'm not Catholic
And the pastor said that I'm going to hell for playing Pokémon And I'm like "Bro, you wanna hit this shit?"

YUP!
"Isn't that illegal, though?"
Looking at this bitch like I don't see no PoPo,
Plus I know some popos up in CO than can roll a Mr. PoPo better than I roll in the dough bro

I don't need no back massage
Unless my masseuse is Nicki Minaj
Roll a spliff then we can...
Mmmmm... talk about how my week went.

BRIDGE

CHORUS

Better (Prod. by Sean Ross)

I Ain't That Funny

Petty (Prod. by Onedah)

Beautiful by Z-FLO. Watch the music video HERE: https://youtu.be/9xQcVLt7Pbg

Beat produced by NY Bangers. 
Lyrics (coming soon)

Beautiful

Beautiful (Prod. by NY Bangers)

Watch the Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cuj40juGOsg

**LYRICS**

Intro:

As I write this song, I'm cooking spaghetti over a stove, and I have just one quick word of advice to anybody listening, never ever ever cook bacon with your shirt off

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I got
Clorox on my kicks,
Clorox on my wrist, 
I got
Squirrels on my nuts, 
And haters on my dick, 
I got
Labels in my DM,
And a Nintendo Switch,
I got
Hundred million plays on the web, 
Still ain't shit

Still ain't shit (still ain't shit)
still ain't shit (still ain't shit)

I got
Squirrels on my nuts, 
And haters on my dick, 
I got
Labels in my DM,
And a Nintendo Switch,
I got
Hundred million plays on the web, 
Still ain't shit

VERSE 1: 
Still ain't shit
Took another laxative, cause I still ain't shit 
They took away my advertisements, cause they still ain't shit
Like a cow sitting on a toilet, they full of bullshit

Hallelujah! I preach the cool shit
Please come and have a seat at the poolpit
With all of the cool kids that's trying to do this
They mad because we think TV is stupid

TiVo on my left, and Blu-Rays on my shelf (I got)
Netflix on the game, and Ice that won't melt (dry ice)
Bitches in the shower with....... let me stop playing
That's how them regular rappers be lying
I don't even take showers half the time
I mean I wash my ass, time after time when I'm not making moves like a  mastermind
Writing lyrics and look to my left like, 
“Why are you hogging the weed? Nigga pass the fries, please!"

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VERSE 2:

Lately, I doubled my dose on my medicine,
Cause’ I’m sicker than you with the flu sipping stew disinfecting your skeleton,
Haters keep crossing the line, crossing my border like Mexicans,
You a bitch like you high on that estrogen, all on my nuts like an elephant,

I should be calling you Evelyn, but then that would make you a little more relevant
Introduce you to my brethren, target practice, under the scope like a specimen
Take some Excedrin…. dog, send you to the veterinarian
Greener than vegetables, and I got a weapon that just might be a vegetarian

I am a veteran, they come see me once a week to hear me speak like a reverend
Eat 'em for breakfast because I’m American, if I was Irish they would be the beverage
If I am hiding, that means I have leverage, I’m making it rain on your residence
If that's your car then I'm egging it--- either that or I jack it like Letterman

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OUTRO: I actually don’t have a Nintendo Switch, but I do have a PS4 though

Still Ain't Shit

Still Aint Shit (Prod. by Sean Ross)

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kSga5nsorE

LYRICS:

CHORUS

If you sleeping on me now, don’t be talking bout me later,
If you ain’t helping me out, don’t be asking for no favors,
Going up like elevators, going up up up
We so dynamite we blowing up up up like

BANG! BANG!
Wake up, Wake up
Bake up, Bake up,
Take her, Take her,
Wake up, Wake up
Bake up, Bake up,
Take her, Take her,
Wake up, Wake up

Verse 1 (IsoSoCold):

Looking with your eyes shut, it's bout time to wake up,
You been sleep this whole time, I been out here staying up
Mama say I need to sleep, I think I done slept enough
I been out here chasing dreams, they keep saying "Give it up"

Ay, I can't get enough of your "No's"
That just keeps me moving forward
Every time they tell me don't
That just makes me wanna go harder, faster, stronger
I ain't scared to bleed
All this passion, I put action into all of my beliefs

And I got no time for "ifs", "ands", or "buts"
No slowing down, no giving up
No fear or doubt off in my heart
I'm out of pockets, staying out the cuffs

Saying no going back to the dark times that I escaped,
I may not be shit to you, but I know one day I'll be great, yeah


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Verse 2 (Z-FLO): 

Unh, 
started as an ant,
Never said I can’t,
now I’m ballin’ like Durant

While you tweeting on yo sofa
out the side of ya neck,
I be on my Sammy Sosa, 
cause I’m sliding into checks,

Bet! You soft as shit,
Softer than ya mama’s tits,
I’m the third lil pig,
Stacking up a lotta bricks,

She the big bad wolf,
Blowing up a lotta sticks,
We bringing the house down,
You? Runnin’ out that bitch,

Drunk as fuck with them drug habits, 
I hug carrots like Bugs Rabbit,
I love cabbage, I’m so rabbit
We does have it, we so savage, 

This beat jagged, I show stab it,
I will pack in that fur jacket,
if you don’t eat yo alphabet soup,
You still gon eat them words back

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Apple Music

Wake Up Feat Isosocold

This song is a tribute to @iammaliknewman -- Congrats on being signed to the Heat -- MIssissippi is watching you.

Beat produced by Shah Money

LYRICS:

Intro:
Yep, Underestimated.....


CHORUS

I been out my muhfuckin mind, yeah yeah
Always on the muhfuckin grind, yeah yeah
Scraping up the nickels and the dimes, yeah yeah
And I ain’t here to waste no fuckin time, 

I’m Underestimated.
Yep—
Underestimated.
Yeah, Yeah

VERSE 1:
Underestimated...
Chop chop to the bank,
Drop top with an eighth,
Hopscotch to the A,

Up next to the plate,
But they don’t wanna see me play,
They think I’m supposed to be afraid,
But I ain’t ever run away,

Ay, people been doubting me,
Ay, people been dying to see,
See me die on my knees,
But bitch I’ve been DYING to bleed,

For the love and the fame,
For the rumors and the hate,
Paparazzi at the gate,
Put them cameras in my face, yeah


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I been out my muhfuckin mind, yeah yeah
Always on the muhfuckin grind, yeah yeah
Scraping up the nickels and the dimes, yeah yeah
And I ain’t here to waste no fuckin time 
[2x]

I’m Underestimated.
Yep—
Underestimated,
Yeah, Yeah

VERSE 2:

No Pain, No Gain
But pain is all in the mind,
I love it when I take an L,
The game is all in the mind,
They tried to put me in a box,
But I’m a ball every time
And if I put it in the sky,
I bet it fall every time

You talking bout fantasies
Ay nigga I am the league,
And if you abandon me,
Then nigga I am the team,

Wet buckets let it leak,
Back to back like Malik,
Swish swish like the sweets
Cause a nigga gotta eat, yeah

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Outro:
Yep, on the grind yeah yeah,
Always on the muhfuckin grind yeah yeah
Underestimated, dime yeah yeah,
Waste no fuckin time.

Underestimated

Underestimated (Prod. By Shah Money)

Music Video Coming Soon to my Youtube Channel

LYRICS:

Yeah, alright....yeah
I'm far from perfect 
I got a lot of secrets up in my head
I'm only human 
Things I never said
I'm far from perfect 
I got a lot of secrets up in my head
I'm only human 
Things I never said
Yo, you ain't a friend or a bestie
What kind of friend only shows up when they want investments
When I'm broke as fuck, can't even send a text message 
Your horse is high up on them stilts, but you can't fake perfection
You play pretend and you ain't even running for election
And that's the difference, I ain't secret about my imperfections
But you ain't bold enough to say it, so I'll make an exit
And you still ain't told your spouse have you? Check it
So from now on when you come around, I'll keep my distance
You give zero percent and that shit ain't good interest
My ROI in us is fucking nonexistent
So here's my final Happy Holidays & Merry Christmas
You make excuses for our lack of communication, that's fucking immature
And I'll delete you in case you isn't sure
You and all of your people your love for me isn't pure
You can call me what you want but you can't ever call me yours, no
I'm far from perfect 
I got a lot of secrets up in my head
I'm only human 
Things I never said
I'm far from perfect 
I got a lot of secrets up in my head
I'm only human 
Things I never said
Yo, you ain't a friend or a bestie
What kind of friend only shows up when they want your blessing?
When you on the up, can’t even look in my direction
But when you down and on your knees, there goes that fake expression
Kind of impressive how you rise at somewhat my discretion
Why you so secretive? I’m spilling all of my confessions,
It’s like I’m texting “Just Be Real” but you can’t get the message
And why you gesture like that every time I ask this question
But it’s alright alright, you aint gotta sweat me
But when I blow up rich as fuck, don’t even try to text me
Or when I jump off of that bridge don’t even try to catch me
or when I show up with that choppa, don’t you try to beg me
This probably gon be the greatest pain that you ever dealt with
But it’s hard to have sympathy when you being selfish
Fuck who you slept with, 'cause you dreaming while I’m fucking restless
And I’m not wreckless, I’m just honest, I can’t fucking help it
Can’t fucking help it I’m just saying...
So how you think I feel? How would you feel after you 
Realize you treated your best friend 
The same way the person you hated the most treated you?
So how you think I feel? How would you feel after you 
Realize you treated your best friend 
The same way the person you hated the most treated you?
So how you think I feel? How would you feel after you 
Realize you treated your best friend 
The same way the person you hated the most treated you?
So how you think I feel? How would you feel after you 
Realize you treated your best friend 
The same way the person you hated the most treated you?

I'm far from perfect, yeah, I'm only human

Things I Never Said

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