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Michael (intro)
00:28
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JORDANYEAR (prod.OLDGUY)
01:57
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Bitch I’m doing better cause I’m living like.
That.
Stay up on my shit until I got it down pat
You be feeling heavy cause to living like that.
Speaking how I’m feeling so I’ll keep it like that.
Ima talk my shit cause baby this is my track.
Heard the intro said give the mic back.
Also heard ya selling verses and you even price match.
So sad
Just a room and ya mamas iPad.
I snap.
Pack-a-punch.
Upgrade. On ya ass.
Y’all ain’t never done nothing just shade on the map.
When I’m reaching final form don’t play with the cat.
Just stay where you at.
And I’ll take it from there.
Bet I Do it for myself cause it’s better like that.
Dash a lil flavor cause the flexing won’t last.
Handling my paper, so you know it gon last.
Got 35 features why you think you so trash?
Can’t reside by the leeches cause they only gon crash.
Break ties with your demons
Y’all don’t need to be trapped.
Highed up, how I’m feeling.
I don’t need your respect.
If the team but this
Then I’m good that’s a fact.
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Wesley (prod.OLDGUY)
01:26
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Focus on the afterlife cause living is fleeting
Thinking bout my grandma cause she really a beacon.
Can’t stress enough cause she give me a reason
And I’m Always wanting better cause I’m better than decent.
y’all fold up and I’m real to the creases.
This one for my grandaddy couldn’t meet
When I was fragmented buried in the deep
Now I’m in the light and I think that I can see, Thinking can breathe
Finding inner peace.
That a long shot.
Try to keep it off top.
Not just about Guap.
Keep it solid as a rock.
I’m Plot for my betterment.
Progress evident.
Tryna be better than.
RKO THE BEAT.
Off the top ropes. Wrestlin.
Changing point NOW.
I AINT GOING BACK.
DO IT TOO FOUL.
IM JUST KICKING BACK.
IF YOU NOT ABOUT THE BUSINESS I HAVIN THAT PLEASE
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chooseUP (prod.OLDGUY)
01:47
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Ok this vibe contagious
Catch me laughing to the bank Cause I’m rocking how I made it.
Bitch I’m on the up and up I keep it going no patience.
Boutta to air these boys out in installing ventilation.
I don’t need no agent.
Hoe I got that flavor.
Yall only real on paper
So I don’t need no favors
Know you you rock two faces
So we can go ten paces
To get you moving out the way then it’s back to my cadence.
ONLY IN MY NATURE GONNA RUN IT up.
FALL SPRING WINTER THEN THE SUMMA DONE.
DO it with my FOLKS NAH I NEVER NEED ANOTHER ONE
HAVING ZERO TO REGRET when it’s said n done.
SO FUCK WHAT TALKING BOUT IM ME, IMA DO IT.
YOU CAN BE EVERY TIME WE DROPPING ONE ITS A DOOZY.
BOUTTA GET MY LIL PIECE.
THEN IM DIPPING TO THE BOONIES.
I DONT WHAT YOU THOUGHT IF IM BREATHING IM GOING STUPID.
ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINKING ITS WHAT YOU GON DO SON.
So QUIT WITH THE TALKING JUST GET UP ON YOUR ON YOUR OWN TWO SON.
YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE.
BETTER USE IT.
ONLY GOT ONE TIME BETTER DO IT
PUT YA PRIDE TO THE SIDE GET TO MOVING.
It’s Welcome to the life and times of your choosing.
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Cats act like they can erase they past.
I'm the type run up just erase they ass.
I feel like a god damn bullfighter.
Go pray to the most high.
Leo get more higher.
I steady aim I let it spray.
Slight of hand, FMJ.
Tryna hit with some feedback.
Tryna hit me with some feedback.
I been swinging at kneecaps.
Taking them weed naps.
Mixing that beeswax
Pockets on beanbags.
You rock it, I been bad.
On the mic like I'm Sinbad.
Rocking your bitch ass.
Rocking every blip on a big map.
LEO be that big man, only stand at 5'8"
Well my taste.
I've been eating that king shit off gold plates.
I hold the mic they save face.
I hold the mic till they erase
Cats act like they can erase they past.
I'm the type run up just erase they ass.
I feel like a god damn bullfighter.
Go pray to the most high.
Leo get more higher.
I steady aim I let it spray.
Slight of hand, FMJ.
Tryna hit with some feedback, there's no delay
Tryna hit me with some feedback.
And we ain’t stopping for Nathan.
Standing ovation
Every drop sparking off a special occasion.
We bringing the bacon
Y’all on some fake shit
Running like the 96 bulls out the basement.
Goodness gracious.
We back to the basics
Know we in your spot when you smelling the fragrance.
had to do it to em boy I’m giving ya graces.
Your whole style out the back door of the Avis.
So Just get up out the ring if you can’t hang man.
Need a cease and desist with yo lame ass.
Y’all need to listen just say less.
Me and Leo we gon get it till the days end.
So don’t ask know I always got my team back.
Hot boy summer brought the heat back
This the precedent best buhleedat.
This is sitting in sun with ya head back.
Cats act like they can erase they past.
I'm the type run up just erase they ass.
I feel like a god damn bullfighter.
Go pray to the most high.
Zboi get more higher.
I steady aim I let it spray.
Slight of hand, FMJ.
Tryna hit with some feedback, no delay
Tryna hit me with some feedback, no delay.
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onMe (prod.OLDGUY)
01:58
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Tell ya I don't want no games.
I been face down putting work too long.
Switching out pleasure for the pain.
Now we at a point couldn't do no wrong.
Y'all ain't learning from mistakes
Better circle back gotta start it with a base
I was down bad now we dropping by the case.
Excuses ain't a thing Ima make.
That's on me.
Promise that's on me.
That's on me
1000 that's on me
That's on me
Fuck yall on me.
That's on me.
We gon get it good fuck that shit you talk bout.
Pulling up. slide in and hop out.
Something real see us on your block now.
Nothing new boy we know you jock style.
U be faking
U is real goofy.
Half assing
You is real booty.
Pack snatching.
Get your shit moving.
I ain't rocking it with it y'all is just sorry
That's on me
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7. |
Nathan (prod.OLDGUY)
02:07
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I be growing by the days.
Hardest motha fucker in paint.
Most of y’all rappers jank.
See me rolling like freight.
Tripping if you’ll think I’ll hit the breaks.
Never for bitches or the praise.
Scratching on the surface.
Keep it working know the game.
Ima get my earnings if I keep it at a pace.
On me till I cut. I’ll be never saving face.
For the whole damn team and I’ll say that shit again
Put that on mama
Put that ends
Don’t forget my grandma.
Boy this life is in the wind
Put that on my soul
Put that on my mans
Then again wouldn’t mind riding by in a Benz
Quick slide for the pack back to the brib
As matter of fact all cap on your wig
I just want everybody really getting how they live
know that’s too much.
Ain’t that a bitch
So what you knowing.
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World heavy, chest tight need some WD
Lil bitch I'm for the kids like it's WB
The old homie turned fed he was popping the beans
I don't know what I'm chasing I ain't stopping to breathe
Tell me why I be special I'm a shot in the breeze
Tell me why I keep going at the chance of defeat
Cause I do it for the love there ain't more to the speech
But sometimes this shit just feels
I still do it shoes off with the chef pants
Laid back good buzz with the headband
Keep my feed moving heart like a wasteland
Talking my shit smooth it out with an 8 band
Tryna get mine ima give my mama 8 bands
Do it with a smile I would never ever change that
Can't forget the squad wouldn't be here if it ain't them
All I got left is my soul amen
World no good for a homie like me
When I'm out I forever hold my peace
All I got is the air that I breathe and my own two feet
It ain't nothing to a G
The world no good for a homie like me
When I'm out I forever hold my peace
All I got is the air that I breathe and my own two feet
Ain't nothing for the sheep.
All I fucking got is his own ten toes
Making dem beats I been staying indoors
Cleaning them cleats we gon stomp on you hoes
I'm a big business, man I never ever close
I'm a marksman
Both eyes closed but I spark it
Both eyes closed but my mode be a target
Z and I go by the code by the market
I be the man, cold heart be the hardest
Know that's sharp boy
I'm eating bok choy
Hungry like a man tryna slang them rocks boy
We gon get it like a flag on the mountain
With the quickness all y'all I'm astounded
Been smashing like amps Pete Townsend
RIP Gramps and my Grams to 1000
World no good for a homie like me when I'm out know I try to see peace.
World no good for a homie like me
When I'm out I'm forever on my peace
All I got is the air that I breathe, own two feet
Ain't nothing to a G
But the world no good for a homie like me
When I'm out I'm forever on my peace
All I got is the air that I breathe, own two feet
Ain't nothin to a G.
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ZEEK. Sacramento, California
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