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Jam
02:23
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I can’t lie, back outside, I read signs
Move sometimes like I read mind, seem a lil preoccupied
I think I— never mind— don’t care what y'all gotta say
You just gone on to the next, and then whatever gets you paid
Cold like case, I be ok, least that’s what my brothers say
Counting days, been a minute since I sat down in them rays
Love a fade, keep a hatin muh fucker in the shade
I could swing by where you stay, you won’t say it to my face
Talk is cheap, Rest In Peace, all my niggas in them streets
Only option get it poppin just to see your partners eat
Only option to move rotten candy, cotton covered teeth
Cutting deep, only time I feel a thing is when I bleed
Recipes just to breathe, you don’t want me to succeed
Then I don't want you taking part in all the glow you bouta see
Recipes just to breathe, you don’t want me to succeed
Then I don't want you taking part in none the glow you finna pree
Top rope I jump, I got wings, I got wings
I done sold what you want, I got dreams for my dreams
I got goals for my bros, I need gold for my queen
When they hear my story told make sure they know my people eat
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FYF
01:05
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100 spliffs, on the precipice, “where my brothers went?”
Heaven sent, too much time that I done let the devil in
I’m revving it, engines steady making sure my level lit
Want win again, what am I to trade? Ain’t shit equivalent
Doing math, internet, number stack, Integers
Niggas just, chatting look at all the wasted action reps
Counting blood puddles, they don’t love the game, they pay the ref
Doubt they really want you, cut the noose 'fore you put chain on neck
I can only breathe when I write, and I bleed for the plight, could sell the scars for a price
I can only sleep after spiked, THC levels rise, hit me with a piece of mind
Count the lies, real prize: all my niggas is good
Found them eyes on a plate that you know isn’t yours
See your disguise, recognize you ain’t feeling secure
If you ain’t rooting for my side, it’s fuck your feelings for sure
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Reaper Seal
02:44
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Cellular, if you hit my line, pray I call you back
Hella work, quarter, nickel, dime tryna make a stack
Said it’s church, all the time spent, wings my don’t flap
Bury hurt, know the signs, don’t tell me that this just rap
Quit the cap, swing and miss and hit the tap
Missing facts, you could never pitch, go run an extra lap
Switching hats, this time I’m a wizard with a heavy strap
Get the Mack, swerving through your ends I never used a map
Competition, what is that? What are those? Your style is wack
Hit a bowl and know I’m like the sunshine right when dawn go crack
Out my mind, I wrote this rhyme the same time that the thunder crashed
Product of my mother’s past, but what that got to do with that?
Hopefully I don’t see the end tonight
The Heat is just a team, but it’s a temperature when tensions rise
Open season, note degree of difficulty when they die
Holding piece, preaching, sneakers tossed onto the line in sky
Focused pose, he dreaming slow and saw the reapers eyes
The best teacher’s life, you ain’t breathing if you not outside
The rest is in the dice, how I peep it, but I never try
The chest full of knives, wipe the sweat then feed on my supplies
Cellular, if you hit my line, pray I call you back
Hella work, quarter, nickel, dime tryna make a stack
Said it’s church, all the time spent, wings my don’t flap
Bury hurt, know the signs, don’t tell me that this just rap
I need to cry, it'll do me well
My tears cast a spell, you can’t survive if you’ve never failed
The eyes are where the lies sail, the prize is just the price mailed
Surprised no one ever even asked how my mic feel
Tried being nice, but I rather might fight still
Mind need a night, just to sit and really try to chill
My, what a life, what a life that is this real
Kites on the windshield, bike riding uphill is really how the time kill
Shimmy when the nine peeled, driddy when the wine spill
Busy body, trippy, took a hit and saw a god kneel
Josh just too ill, I swear they could never deal
Fox trotting deep inside the box that was reaper sealed
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Pinch Hit
01:11
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How the fuck he know? Cause he saw it in a dream
Sawed off don’t chop shit but the spleen
Imma ball hog, shooting over those double teams
Don’t sleep, Imma show what dedication means
And it seems they believe they absolved from that
A Black lotus in the concrete, evolved from scraps
I had a dream that I rode in the Rolls with a hundred million roses, arose with my heart in tack
Told my bros they should know that I got they back
Approach slow, when you talk, you keep your hands clasped
You get smoked like we rolled you, cause your mans gassed
A big joke when you roll through, we have our laughs
I’m just a chip off the old block,
Known to pinch hit during stints when the world chopped
This is my throne, nigga get your own spot
Or get your top knock, took the long way home when the block hot
Whether opps was busting shots or the cops parked
We was only taught to ever grind, nigga, nonstop
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2AM on Jefferson Street
01:43
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City is burning, niggas is hurting, now how the hell am I to sleep?
Living with purpose, viscous the words that they tell you so you don’t believe
Seen me resurface, I’m working, the studios churches, I know how to breathe
When demons are lurking, my bleeding was worth it, my tears created a sea
I cannot stop tossing in my sleep
Tokin on that potency, hoping no one notice me
When I be roaming streets, top is lonely I could hardly see
Who y’all claim y’all be, you can’t hang, get no stain off me
Hit em with that “bang!” Mike Breen, like I be raining 3’s
Facing all my tree, hate that I don’t have the patience team
Has to be all social when we going to these shows and things
Shoulders came with wings, I’m the Phoenix who just learned to sing
I could let them hurt me, but I don’t
On my dome, keeping balance cause I’m walking on a rope
They can’t challenge me, they know that my heart is made of snow
They could hardly ever go where I go, that’s for sure
They can’t best me, they can’t float, like a butterfly, nope
I know they already know I get Messi for my goals, cut throat
Do the most, homie what the fuck you on?
When you call yourself a GOAT, I be laughing at the joke
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Myrtle
01:19
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Back when I was walking on Myrtle, but it ain’t no beach
That’s when the past might hurt you, but I can’t be beat
Catch wind that you never at home, out in the streets
Bad batch still a lil too tasty, revenge is sweet
Lickupon like my name Vik Vaughn, influence deep
Wrist on, no jewels sitting, universe watching me
And one, I don’t miss free ones, count up all 3
Hand strong, I dont greet weak ones, my nigga, peep
Difference you and me, I don’t bleed, I just breathe
Blizzard up the sleeve, heart froze, winter eve
Trippin, Rest In Peace, place a head at my feet
If it’s war, imma get em, get em all, best believe
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Astel/Just a Man
02:16
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I be apologizing when I vent, but I guess it’s a simple mistake
Wondering what it’ll take for the team to be straight, and how long can we wait?
Impatient, I’m chasing the pavement and facing whatever my evils will say
Embracing all they flagrant hating, come say that shit to my face
Case closed, great wind blows, smell the success, it’s right under my nose
Smelling like sess it’s all over clothes
Might fuck around and start selling my flows
You can’t hang with the bros, you don’t know what I know
All on the block they get low for goals
So learn how to grow, not but like Mario
Shells in they stereo, niggas is lunch
Funerals, burials, elephant strut
I put my doubt right inside of a blunt
Smoke it down, burn it up, know uptown show me love
I’m not one of them ones, I’m not running because
I was by the city that never did sleep
Not 50/50, stand on what I’m spitting, stand on what’s been written, stand on my two feet
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God body, flesh and mind be gifts from up above
Try me, try me-- wish you would-- your hits could never touch
Slimy, blimey, slide with mask and kiss 100 doves
Where you find me: meditating with a thuggish bunch
Why you call bout such and such? Please don’t ever hit my line
Niggas lie bout what it was, they was never seen outside
Seamless how they lean, no spine, they comprised what they believe
Genius when I breathe, the contraband in pen, and up my sleeve
Giving thanks to the ground I get to walk upon
Sealing fate whenever I make time to work on rhymes
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LILHOMIE
01:49
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Please know that this the real, homie, spilled a lil on me, but it’s more in the bottle
No lil homie, no they don’t want a problem
Big dog, I lift off when I light one
Spaceship, windows down in the whip
Facelift kit solid as brick
Pacin it, imma lap em again
Percentage for family, confetti for friends
Ready for anyone’s petty attempts
Dead ones whenever I swing for the fence
Medicine swimming inside of my chest
Broke off my chains just to ice up my neck
And it’s different I bet, you ain’t dance with no ghost
Soul catching wreck, and my body the host
Know that I know I know nothing for sure
But I don’t ever question the words I done wrote
No they can’t fuck with me, that’s a fact
Hold them hands up, they won’t make it back
Know my mans tough, nice with the drill like Chiraq
I’m going strong like the paint get attacked, ball all night long, I don’t fall I don’t crash
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STAND UP
02:07
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Company I keep, gotta do me a sweep 'fore I let all the dogs out the house
Been about it since niggas was walking it out, I been rowdy since I could jump off of the couch
Click, aim, blaow, you be a target, aint watching your mouth
False all your starts, dont be forcing a problem
Wake up, I smoke me a spliff, walk a mountain
Really the GOAT, look at the balance, I float
You niggas really is jokes, I look like emote whenever im laughing im crying when I hear the rhymes that you spoke
What’re they trying to do? I been calm, hold the world in my palm, I said “please don’t provoke”
Walking a rope, tried put that shit round my neck, couldn’t handle pressure, it broke
Im moving militant, they gone play the fence, a difference
Im really with the shits, that delay of game, on rim I hang, I always hit the net
Under rim, defender getting met, and I might switch to left (I always)
I am really him, come place your bets (I always)
Told all these niggas im ready to go, promoter moving slow, bring the hood to the show
Roll with some hitters, but they on they best behavior, i suggest that you pray its no smoke
Not unless spliff getting blown to the stratosphere, I appear in a hood with a scythe
Im in this bitch all alone, but a god in here, confidence has been reaching new heights
Look how im going in, im showing them, I know im him, I got no patience for doubt
Wonder where hope had went, they thought id quit, I rise again, now my wings spreading out
Swam where its ocean-less, and stood on Dover cliffs, im focused, kid, know what im bout
This is the life I live, attached to hip I love it here, til the sun has a drought
Im moving militant, they gone play the fence, a difference
Im really with the shits, that delay of game, on rim I hang, I always hit the net
Under rim, defender getting met, and I might switch to left (I always)
I always
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