wanna be yours w/ reaptokyo (prod. scaryblunts)

produced by @stuckinboxxes
mixed by @removeface

brakes

brakes (rachyl)

produced by @yurkiez
mixed by @removeface

lyrics:

I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door

All my bitches in the back
Go and turn me up
Let 'em know wassup
They don't fuck with us
Running up another milli
Like it's nothing
Now they turning up to my shit
At the function

Imma say it once
Maybe say it twice
They think this shit sweet
No I'm not nice
Fuck around and find out
Babygirl I don't bite
He still talking down on me
Does he wanna fight?

Yeah, fuck 'em all for real
They came after me for four songs
Thought I was Pharrell
With the count
They don't even know
What the fuck I'm about
They always so money hungry
Living in a drought
Imma hit a grand slam
Like I'm Mike Trout
Then I'm gonna do my dance
For a lil clout
When I first blew up
They would always doubt
They ain't like me then
How you like me now?

I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door

SORE

SORE (yk)

If I rapped the way my dad wanted, he want me speaking on flows that I can't keep up with
Like the BPM too high, but he can't get enough of it
Staying on beat, staying in the same place
19 years old, but he still want me, actin 8

Always trying to tell the truth and never tell a lie
But the nigga looking at my face and giving me those eyes
I don't, I don't like folding under pressure
Never taught about the weather

Checking on my phone, trying to see what's up
Check the newsletter
Nothing but war and famine
Ask them up here in Philly, they tell you about Raud and "Man Man"

No sweat, these niggas can object to everything I speak, but I can't give up yet
Fuck that
Recording in the closet, all my skills, I hide it
My father is a hater, moving slow like Biden

Objecting to the system I grew up in
Ain't doing shit to change it, but I ain't going for it
I'm avoiding them, spoiling them
Keeping all my shit inside

I don't like to talk about the shit that bothers me at night
But no one does
No one talks for fun
I don't want to tell you about the shit I'm going through on my own, no

Whispering for help because I know I can't be loud
I can't tell you about the truth because I know I'm not allowed
So, I'ma tell you about a nigga who was super easy or a bitch that was sleazy
I'ma rap about some shit that's super freaky, but I know that's not the truth

I don't want to tell you about what's really happening in my, in my soul, in my gut
Everything about me, everything it really hurt, I'm-
Everybody think I'm moving weird, I just move in silence
I just don't got enough time to tell you about it

But that's how my father would make me rap
Rapping on beats like this, a little of that
I could do it all, but I don't want to
I'd rather sing about some bullshit, you know

Like, making songs like Bad Blood was fun
Or making shit like you don't have to know, you know
Yeah, I had to run, I had the time, I had my own spotlight
But now I'm working extra hard, trying to keep the limelight

They asking me for them lyrics, but baby, it's not serious
You don't need all them words, baby, you just need to hear it
Plus it take me mad long, trying to write the rhymes
How you think this shit come out? Baby, time to time

Alright, I've been rapping way too long, it's been two minutes
I'ma end it off right here, yeah, thanks for listening

File 69

prod ayowitty and grimgar

old tracks put together

Envy

aint record in a bit so why not?

prod wintfye

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@RIP9LIVES BEAT CLIPS VOL.8 (w/ luci4)

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saintlysilas - ain't been feeling like myself (slowed)

prod. drippxyblue x dizelprod

get ya money up baby keep it goin
feelings they always lie to me
u cannot get enough of me
u was jus a distraction from the main goal

u aint gettin money aint no bankroll
i dont really see the way u look at us
do u look at me
i jus need a lil positivity

positivity but u running with a gangsta
wonderin why he's gonna shoot ya
Shooting you up, taking you down, baby
Id say i feel bad for u but not lately

Walkin' around with bloodstains on your shirt
Don't you want it clean, baby?
now he goin down to jail, now what u finna do
He callin' from his cell, he want money from you

Look at his face, baby, what you finna do?
What you finna do when he callin' u
Askin' you why
why u not holding it down for him

It's been nine years or more
callin from the jail cell baby

Jail Cell

Lyrics:

What we doing tonight
Baby take my hand 
What we doing tonight 
Catch a movie and vibe 
I don’t care long as your here with me tonight 
I don’t think you know 
How much you mean to me
Called me after hours 
Just to speak to me
Knew that you were capping 
When you meet with me
But it didn’t matter cause 
You were here with me (x2)

Here with me 
Here with me
Baby yeah your love is here with me
I just wanna talk 
Can you speak to me
Told me kick some rocks
Or your gonna leave (x2)

what we doing tonight (prod. lean_pilotage)

Zyru (suna xv)

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