This song is fire, all of yall did this so perfectly

ISSBROKIE! - TRANNY RAPS GOOD IDK! (practice) (prod. bobby blaze)

shteppi - girlfailure. (demo)

prod. (@NOVAFLED)
mix. (@rivrpersn)

Lyrics:

I’m really sorry for my fuck shit, I know I’m a prollem’
I’ve been through shit that won’t leave me no more, It’s down to follow
I really dealt with my seething and left a shell of hollow
But I got pride enough to fill some enemies with hollows
With every pill I swallow
I down another, another ‘til I see empty bottles
Then I think mother and brother would hate to see me wallow
But I’ve been runnin’ from somethin’ so I just hit the throttle
And get to gunnin’ and gunnin’ ‘til everything can fossil
Into my mind as it hits me and leaves me horizontal
My heart is screaming at me begging me to be a peace to ‘em
But they pullin’ up mischievous, I put a piece to ‘em
And shoot until I can see through ‘em
I’m not the type of person harping to be mean to ‘em
Product of environment, look up for some inspiring 
A tyrant was filling up my eyelids
Now i’m Billie goated but don’t talk about an Eilish
Bitch I rip it stylish 
More than my t-shirt, bitch I’m skirting Irish
Only thing that’s faster than the rev is burning mileage 
I’ma’ beat it mean ‘cuz I’m tired of the kindness
Then take ‘em to the singing while I question what my life is and cry, shit

Oh, where do I go
I ain’t built to deal with this shit no more
Packing my shit and bitch I’m out the door
Fuck, bitch

(ISSBROKIE)

Illest yet
Droppin’ out the internet 
I don’t mean no disrespect, but y’all cant ‘een begin to step up to me 
It’s a disconnect 
Y’all get rarely shown respect, that’s ‘cuz you barely flow at best
I’m the goat, they re-elect me every time I’m on the decks
Man I been so hungry for this shit you’d think I’m anorexic 
Way I spit
Think I was born to flex it through these vocal reps
Other rappers born to pee they bed as soon they peep the specs
Eat a beat like breakfast, soon as I’m awake I beat my chest
Rappers can’t compete to how I speak 
They barely comprehend 
I’m frequently OD like meth or opioids…
Flows I got is copious
And most MCs is copin’ with the fact a hoe as dope as this ain’t already the goat
Opinion told me I’m the coldest bitch my city
bro its obvious
All these cats is floppin’ when they drop, they sound like Morbius
Diamonds look the soapiest, I’m tellin hoes It’s over bitch
I’m blockin’ cats from gettin on the net like It’s a goalie kick
ISSBROKIE BITCH! >:3

BREAK (ft. ISSBROKIE) (prod. NOVÂFLED)

wassup slaughts 💕

cover. done by a friend, MiloXolt
mix. done by @rivrpersn (my goat) 

new drop with someone BIG soon…<3


Lyrics:

Tell ‘em what I’m bringing back now, y’all tell ‘em
Tell ‘em what I’m bringing back now, y’all tell ‘em
Tell ‘em what I’m bringing back now, y’all tell ‘em
Tell ‘em what I’m bringing back now, y’all tell ‘em



Yo!
This track get ‘em little bit mad but It’s a-
Distract from the shit from the past
And I ain’t never been the person to put myself on the blast 
But I’m doin this shit hoping she shaking a lil’ ass

Like bounce that
I’m trynna’ see where this mufuckin’ mouth at
No talk though, I ain’t really round that
And we can do it at the park where the south at
I’m bouta’ Pierce a bitch Veil, you can crown that

Giving me that long neck like it’s Colorado, bitch-
(IM A GIRAFFE) 
I been really postin up like USPS, fuck with US P.S and we really gonna blast 

But no Team Rocket 
Bitches trynna’ twist me up but I’m abouta’/up outta’ socket/sock it
In/End ya’ life with a shell, I ain’t talkin’ Polly Pockets
So Ima’ treat the game like a cuck and i’ll lock it

Take ‘em to the- 
Nah fuck that
(Oh my fucking god)

C’mere bitch
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
This rap shit easy
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Who the fuck on my phone?
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Tell ‘em leave a bitch alone
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
I’m just trynna’ chill
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Tell ‘em getcha’ ass on
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Yeah they know me
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Your girl bouta’ leave?
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
This club shit borin
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Trynna’ write in my head
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Really thinkin’ ‘bout music
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Who the fuck is you?
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
I don’t really wanna talk now 
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
I’m leavin’ this bitch!
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Then I’m back to the studio 

(I’m bringing music back)

I hear the copyright comin’ from miles around
I don’t even know where this shit uploaded, if you listenin’ it means this shit is out
Or not 
I’ve really been ‘way from the clout
Or not
You mad cuz your bitch on my couch
Or nah?
YAAHHHHHHHH 

(I’m sorry I had to)

Man, this shit some light work, they been knowin’ I’m a technician 
This Tec glisten and now the whole mag missin’
Rah Tah Tah on yo’ Ty/Tie, I create death
Cookin’ all this shit up in the lab like I make meth

(Sniff) (Exhale)
That is some good shit
Roll a big dice out the block on some hood shit
I wrap up my verse like a Monk in a 'stary 
It’s scary, I’m lookin as fly as Canaries, be weary

C’mere bitch
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
This rap shit easy
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Who the fuck on my phone?
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Tell ‘em leave a bitch alone
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
I’m just trynna’ chill
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Tell ‘em getcha’ ass on
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Yeah they know me
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Your girl bouta’ leave?
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
This club shit borin
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Trynna’ write in my head
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Really thinkin’ ‘bout music
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Who the fuck is you?
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
I don’t really wanna talk now 
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
I’m leavin’ this bitch!
(Go head be gone wit’ it)
Then I’m back to the studio

SLAUGHTERBACK (SexyBack Remix)

vocals and lyrics by shteppi and thorne baker
production by mac kay

(shteppi // verse 1:)
waking up to 3pm sunlight
head is hurting n my stomach feelin sick
somethings keepin me up way past midnight
i can’t afford to give a fuck bout what it is
my medication aint workin like it’s supposed to
i’m so anxious, feel like bugs under my skin
i got my homies hittin me up “is u alright?”
i just tell em “yeah it is what it is”

(shteppi // chorus:)
let me know wassup i might come thru
thats if i can get outta bed that day
so scared what my heart n my lungs do
i aint new to this shit boy i been afraid

(thorne // verse 2:)
livin in my head a bit too much, gets uncomfortable
not sure if i love you, at most i think you're tolerable
yea yea
oh no
oh god that's terrible
yea yea oh no
(oh god that's terrible)
i know that youre sound asleep
ill be up alone again,
wish you could wake up and see how im doin
(oh god that's terrible)
wish you could wake up and see how im doin
call my friends but they dont hear a word i say
trapped inside an echo chamber baby its ok, i'll go away

(shteppi / thorne // chorus:)
let me know wassup i might come thru
thats if i can get outta bed that day
so scared what my heart n my lungs do
i aint new to this shit boy i been afraid

shteppi - degen. (ft. teenage disaster)

Chromatic ft ISSBROKIE & Misc (Prod. Hydraa)

i come from shasta drinks
dollar store plates n ross getups
i aint had to think
hiding my sketches would not sit up
then my class would ring
everyone packin to walk to bus stops
i seen the homie, secret handshakes
down low n up top
i was a kid, just like you, whoever boppin they head
yet instead, of being dead broke, i was decently fed
my mama bought a house cuz pops was close to ending up dead
i been there since 15, before, we moved round the west
my mama bought me a mic
my therapy wasn’t workin 
if not, this probably might
my mama saw my grades was droppin
i was gettin in fights
i got expelled from an art school
shit would never be aight
her other kid was an addict, was mixin syrup n sprite, and other things i won’t get into that
she worried that i, 
would turn to be in the same boat
usin to stay afloat
i told her “ma, i promise”
n she said “if u say so”
see mama been worried, since my dad went n dipped
only called about bad news, was makin me sick
so i associate bad news with pictures of him
my mama found her a man too, but we didn’t click
i think he wanna be friends my mama think it’d be sick
but i ain’t had a father figure since a bitch was a jit
and he also hate trans women, that shit wouldn’t stick
my mama don’t understand women who born witta (bruh)
i can’t blame her she trying
my mama had my back since watchin teen titans
and the shasta drinks, the tiki punch my heart got me cryin
cuz it feel like my connection to my mama is dyin
after all i’m 20 she don’t gotta be there providin
so now i’m movin out, let my mama chill with her dude
even if i hate his guts he makes my mama exude
pure happiness i could never go n tell her the truth
cuz she ride for me like nascar, it’d be “bye” n then vroom
she that with all her kids, spoiled us with money 
she’d use to buy food and drinks for me when i got home from school
i know she proud of me and all the shit that i do
i’m makin more than her, she tell me every time i make moves
my mom a hustler, my mom a teacher
she taught me right n wrong
taught me how to do my nails
taught me how to write a song
i hope one day, i’ll make something she could sing along
til that day, i’m puttin in work til my wrist get hella strong
my mama told me that no matter what happens,
she always love me mom n daughter aint no greater attachment 
she helpin me move out the house, my life all boxed up n packaged
pour a shasta on my grave when i’m laid in my casket
mama <3

shteppi - shasta. (mama.) (prod. stoic) (throwaway)

HOP ON YO FEATURE AND BLOW YO TRACK OUT

prod. @novafled
mix. @ohnoitsrobo
cover. kallous_ on ig!!! ty girly<3

Lyrics:

[NAUT]

They just askin’ for this track to slaughtered and carted away
Like the carter the way, I live in this music no matter how much
Longer they wait, I’m gettin’ fond of the hate 
You givin’ hella ideas, I think i’ll drop on the eighth 
3.5, cop an instant gram like a page
You puttin’ links up in your bio, while they to link me to graves
I’m killin’ it
I just load up a banana how I'm peelin’ it
Refilling it, Fill up (Philip) Flatheads when I’m drillin’ it
Revealing it that im a better rapper, what a realization
Wanna call me a capper the fuckin’ minute I say shit
I couldn’t understand if I come off a little abrasive
Cuz I’m leavin’ rappers slender droppin’ hints in the pages 
FIre shit like a Mage, bitch
Hire hits with my guages
They been dyin’ how they livin’, It’s a slug where they pace is
(Lemme shut the fuck up cuz robo wanna interrupt me n shit)

[ROBO]

(Aw man, y'all got Robo rapping again what the fuck)
Ayo I'm trippin', I'm ridin', I'm slidin' through the back like ooh!
Y'all be babbling, the barbarian's back again
I bounce billions off her breasts, her name was Madeline
I cut the track and then I spin back with an acronym
Black Beatle Deagles got you freezin', not no mannequin
Wooh! I take this pill and then I turn back to the past of sin
Tryna act like I ain't do that shit, I actually did
She clinging to me saying "Robo you so talented!"
I know bitch, and yet that pussy was just adequate

[NAUT]

AYY WHO FUCKIN BETTER AT THIS RAPPIN' SHIT?
YOU RAPPIN' SHIT, YOU COP A MIC AND CRAP IN IT
I'M GRABBIN IT AND STABBIN IT INSIDE YA MENTAL- 
FRACTION IT IN HALF 
PASS AROUND, I JUST PACKED A KID
YOU THE ONE WHO BLEW OFF ON THIS JOINT 
AND NOW IM BLOWING LITTLE CANNABITCH
WACK AS SHIT
HOP ON YO' FEATURE AND BLOW YO' TRACK OUT
FUCK A BROKIE FEATURE, LOOKIN FOR THAT DOJA CAT NOW 
NOT FUCKIN WITCHU' TRYNNA MAKE THIS HO A FUCKIN' CASH COW
I GO MOOOVE BITCH, OUT THE WAY LET ROBO RAP NOW

[ROBO]

I got that shit that make you wanna fucking pass out, uh
Gonna blow my paycheck on some drinks and then I'll black out, yuh
Somebody listening probably thinks I'ma give 'em handouts, ah
Bitch I head one track, yo fuckin' music never stand out, uh
You tryna talk some shit, bitch check up on that crap mouth
Make you lose some teeth, I'm boutta turn this to a MAD house
The venue lookin' like my bowl, 'cus that shit packed now
Look up at the clock, few minutes for the verse, yeah I wont ask how
(Aye, Nova on the beat, hoe)
No I won't ask how

[NAUT]

I basically didn't get to rap on this song robo what the FU-

PIT (ft. ROBO) (Prod. NOVÂFLED)

had to whip out the at2020 on these hoez!

(lyrics:)
i’m losing perspective on fun
got too many sons
this rap shit i already won
i’m bout to fly out to my hun
head tied up in buns
don’t wan get my hair in his cum
my brother need somebody dead
its already done
all i need is 2 cups and a gun
i sip the codine til i’m numb
i can’t give you a fuck
til i’m ready to give you the blunt
remember i dropped :3
they eyes was on me
proceeded to whip out my meat
and drop it on every beat
on every beef
internet shit is not shit to me
no, honestly go get deceased 
go getchu a bitch before 
you gon start bitchin to me
diamonds more white like a key
y’all faker than white kids
talkin bout bumpin chief keef
internet fake like dat
i don’t know about shit
why tryna go debate my ass
keep a AK my strap
let it spray “GAT GAT GAT GAT”
get em sprayed like dat
watching steven universe
high up out the earth
in my crop top shirt cuz i’m gay like dat
way that i be ballin on cats
u get hit wit dat
green lil hoe, fadeaway like dat
i say whatever bitch i’m in da pocket
bout 500 bands what reside in my wallet
dumb little hoe on my dick tryna top it
but issbrokie loyal so i told her stop it
most of y’all do this for bitches n profit
while i’m in this shit to have fun n be honest
honest to god, way y’all act say a lot
when i walk in the room n they switch up the topic
godfather guap what i keep on me
i’mma say somethin generic, 
“blow up like a rocket”
water on me like a faucet
my fashion look stylish
throw on a bikini n rock it
blonde bitch look like 2hollis
wan feel on my privates
i’m sorry i gotta decline it
jump out the trap n i’m wilin
my streams lookin botted
i promise to god i just got it
i got charisma it is what it is
you cant talk bout charisma u dont got a bitch
brodie talk tough like he came out the trench
but that dude name is richard, his last name smith
i pull up on em wit 42 sticks
if he talk on the gang he get lit like a wick
i pull up solo all black like john wick
make him turn to a bitch wit the way he get hit

ISSBROKIE - FUN! (prod. shteppi) (throwaway)

trouble. feat. mobbu // ISSBROKIE prod.STOIC

lyrics:
one more baby im still sipping
one more baby im not done
need one blunt baby im puffing
need one more then i feel numb
please baby come here feel something
shit popping, i aint got no gun
eyes roll back, baby i love it
when i get to the back to the funds 
got all this cash on me, running to it never waddle
like ion wanna slow down, i only press the throttle
one more

dolce and gabanna, mixed with marijuana
she like how i talk like that like i do what i wanna
she act like madonna
i act like nirvana
she aint wanna make no movie she wan make a saga
pour me up some vodka
bitch im posting with my karma team its bring the drama
ive been counting commas i think i need bout one more
one more

trouble. feat. mobbu // ISSBROKIE prod.STOIC

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