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Blunts get rolled graveyards get Bones Team gets high while the bass bang low They say they got flow but we all know the dont They say they smoke too but we all know they dont Team S dot, pardon the initials Flows so respected, kid disrespectful Used to write shit, now I dont WPOD, keep it dope Used to write shit, now I dont WPOD, keep it dope

Crooked teeth, wrinkled clothes Why you worry bout some hoes Im just drowning in the smoke Im just trying not to float Two braids when I flow, no chain but I glow Like myself after some beauty sleep Creeping out the smoke Bitch Im peeping out my home Cause I know Im not alone Feel my essence through the presence Of my waves when I flow Know I came just to go Its the teenage ghost When Im speaking you dont hear it You just feel it in your bones Im looking like the man right now The white dead punk with the plan right now Im feeling like the man right now Saw your show and I hope you dont think That shits a crowd Im gripping up on that razor, my hood up and Im bumping, Im gripping up on that razor, when Im on the block you running

I dont really give a fuck ride with the system up Put it down for my team tell your bitch to pick it up Drugs in the trunk, run forest run tell em dont stop get it how he wants Get it how you live, thats what they always say Blunt wrap killin killin blunts all day Bars in the chain but Im bout to let em spray Duck down click clack bang bang Everyday I see myself, gettin little older My only motivation to kill it until its over Its all i fuckin need, some beats and my team Fresh fruit up on my plate double Y full of greens Tin foil on my teeth catchin rays at the beach Bitch Tin foil on my teeth catchin rays at the beach

Head sppining like a merry-go You know my eyes on you everywhere we go I keep a .30 on my hip and I will let it blow I watch the moon in the night while I roll my dope I will wait on you Will you wait on me? Thinking of you My mind is on you It dont matter where I go Reading your letters Missing your kisses, I cherish the X and O You stay on your hands, I do what I can Our love more than sensual Im on the streets, Im real far away Cant wait to hold you close I will wait on you Will you wait on me?

Uh What? Sesh Wow, blunt One million blunts Drugs gon kill me Drugs gon’ kill me you aint gotta feel me Drugs gon’ kill me Fuck Let me go Let me flow Let me post up at the stove Let me smoke a million blunts Let me roll a hundred more Let the bass fuckin bump Let me do just what I want Let me ride in the chevy With the body in the trunk Let me pour up Let me get Let me get this money Before I grow up Pay the chauffeur Tip the valet I aint never gonna pay If you aint doin shit for me Switchblade on and its ready to flip On anybody any given second you kill I dont wanna wanna Have to take your fucking life From ya from ya But Im tryna live mine Youre a goner goner In the back of the Hummer Yellow paint black seats Yellin’ number 1 stunna’ Number 1 stunna Tall white tee, hide the weapon, don’t run up All these drugs gonna kill me Im feeling myself so you aint gotta feel me Swear these drugs gonna kill me You aint gotta feel me You don’t gotta hear me You aint gotta see me Still you wanna be me

Welcome to the SESH Lounge Give it up for your first act, Bones I need it bad like a sickness with no remedy Im lookin rich so they actin like a friend of me I ask once and they say theres no offending me Tell em keep the two cents cuz they aint gettin shit from me Around the globe twice with the sings of flow Deltron 3030 blast in my home New ones on the stove no milk in the fridge, gotta get this money and I gotta get it quick Im so much better, cold in any weather 30 below zero no shirt no sweater Onto the shit theyll be on in 10 years 5 beats 5 mics 10 murders 10 tears I drop one whenever they pop guns Hoods already shot no need for shotguns Trey full of blunts, glass full of gin, pool full of Alize if you tryna swim Trey full of blunts, glass full of gin, pool full of Alize if you tryna swim Trey full of blunts, glass full of gin, pool full of Alize if you tryna swim

О БОЖЕ БЛЯДСКИЙ ЭЛМО, Я ХОЧУ ТВОЮ СПЕРМУ ТВОИ УСИКИ ВО СНЕ МОЕМ, ПРИКОСАЙСЯ КО МНЕ, ПОЙДЕМ О БОЖЕ БЛДСКИЙ ЭЛМО, GARBAGE ЛУЧШЕ ВСЕХ, BRING ME TO LIFE, Я ГОТОВА СОСАТЬ МНЕ 15 ЛЕТ И Я ХОЧУ ДЕТЕЙ С ТАКИМИ ЖЕ УСАМИ, КАК У ТЕБЯ ЭЛМО ДАВАЙ СОЗДАДИМ БЛЯДСКИЙ БОЙЗБЭНД, БУДЕМ ВМЕСТЕ ПЕТЬ ЭТОТ БЛЯДСКИЙ БОЙЗБЭНД

Its 4 in the morning, we ridin round we rollin We seshin We smokin We go till we chokin We fall asleep in Oakland, we wake up in Paris We all around the world, kickin raps and gettin higher The motherfuckin team, ya you already know The motherfuckin team bumpin out your stereo The motherfuckin team Ya The motherfuckin team

Young Shawn Hunter Girl lookin like Topanga Mortal Kombat pop into the SEGA Reptile bangin Shao Kahn playin Lord of the underworld bass like rain Drop like chains underground hear the sound In the street in the night keep ya head to the ground Bad man come with the guns and theyll get you Cops get called and now a Glocks to ya temple Gold bath shinin couldnt care less When i hear those sirens i couldnt fear less No i dont do shit but they see that blunt Just a young white punk hood up in the cut Bootleg Rolex trench coat slangin Sidewalk talkin my mind keeps sayin Gotta get the money gotta keep shit movin But when Im in my casket I dont need moola Dont need bread when Im dead thats nothin Bones in the coffin blunts up sparkin 100 gold chains now Im young Liberace Hand me down clothes motherfuck your Versace Dont need bread when Im dead thats nothin Bones in the coffin blunts up sparkin 100 gold chains now Im young Liberace Hand me down clothes motherfuck your Versace

Huuuh I gotta pee.. Uhhm High as fucking shit Outta control, outta it Ounce and a half going to your grandma Still rollin trash stuff and Music blast, we get stupid Tobacco and ash Please allow me to do this Then go and get stranded Where all the planes is landin Pass it till they cant hit Smoke weed get naked Then I gotta take ya To a place that I cant take ya Wake up get faded Go to work still faded Come home get faded Go to sleep still faded Wake up get faded Go to work still faded Come home get faded Go to sleep faded Wake up get faded Smoke weed, end up naked Hey man, huh, does that go hard? Hard, hey man, it need to go haard Th@Kid : Yeah this is second take ill admit it, fuck off, sue me! cocksucker ! I fuckin ran out of breath Used to cut class and gut blunts Never gave a fuck cause im fuckless Now Im burnin weed and bumbin glasses You can say that Im toasted, Im toastin To the team success Aint even been a year and the kids the best Im seventeen, you thirty somethin Numbers dont lie now tell me something Whats the real reason I aint blown up yet ? Am I not basic enough For you peasants to understand Im the man, Im the many You can never tell me different Im so different from the di-fe-rent The difference is I kick it All these raps that I rap aint inspired by the present This is 1997, fuckin No limit records Im so bout it, bout it I know my parents gonna hate this Huhhu Whats up mom Hey dad ! Danny !

What? SESH Aye, sippin water from the creek Fruit up on the trees, rolling blunts underneath Let the leaves be my sheets I got everything I need, blade always within reach Now Im speaking to the breeze while I smoke Wind whisper in my ear while I flow See the light hit the grave, then I turned into a slave All I gotta do is SESH till Im back where I came Wait, she said she like just how I do it Hanging out the roof of that blueberry Buick Raspberry seeds with the Matte black rims This is Matt dont smoke, I never pass that shit Waken from the deep sleep, sun beaming through the leaves Soon as I open my eyes, Im on the creek Pick up the machete, night weather turned to coke Middle of the woods where I found my soul Aye, I dont need nobody else If I need any help, pull the blade off the shelf Motherfuckers going missing around here Scream as loud as you want, it wont hit nobodys ear She love way I creep, hopping off the priest Four deep, Mac-10s and gold teeth No nothing Me and Bones with suppressors riding together in the compressor

Plugged like a motherfuking USB Drivers updating while Im counting up the USD Delete the world, now these drugs just for you and me Backspacing pussies, run upon me, boy, you will see Escape keys cant help when you sleep Watch as you toss and turn in your sheets Fingers on your lips, we dont need you to speak Rip your drive out ya spine then the missions complete IPs getting traced then your veins getting laced With the finest visual tracking that this planets got today Turn you into a iso, ring like a light show Battery almost dead, smoke these drugs, help my life go

Seninle takılmayacağız Biz odadan çıkarken sen giriyorsun Yaptığımız şeyi yaptığımız yer Çatı katı odanın dışında dumanlandık Eğer yolumuzdaysan, hareket etsen iyi edersin Bakmaya çalışmanın bir anlamı yok Kaba konuşmak istemiyorum Oh hayır bekle, belki de istiyorum En zenginlere bak, ben sürüyorum Sen zar zor kavradın ve kaydın Patlamak istediğini söylemedin mi? Artık benden hoşlanıyorlarsa bile umurumda değil Onların dedikleri umrumda değil şu anda işimi yapıyorum Ne dedin sen? Bir şey duyamıyorum sadece bölge seçiyordum Dinlenmeme izin ver Bana güneşte dumanlanmak için bir yer bul Ne dedin sen? Bir şey duyamıyorum sadece bölge seçiyordum Dinlenmeme izin ver Bana güneşte dumanlanmak için bir yer bul Yüzünü Görmeliydin

Turn the lights down, just vibe to this shit You aint gotta send respect, just pay mind to this shit Im feeling like Im on to some shit with every beat that I rip, with every lyric that I spit The young kids getting it; a legend in the making But what makes a legend legendary if youre fucking faking it Easy rather taking it, the shoes are looking vacant So Im climbing power lines just to see if I can fit in em I aint got stripes to earn and pass the rituals Shit is just a bitchual by now, I thought you knew I thought you knew The kid at school that you thought you knew I thought you knew The kid at school that you thought you knew

A kid like me, im always on my grind 24/7 bitch you know where to find A kid like me, smokin lot of pine 16 raps thats 32 to life High without a flight, hype without a mic Never lose focus, been rappin like all my life Used to ditch class, to rap in the hall Beats off my phone, lyrics off my dome Jewels on my neck, waist on my chrome Chrome on my waist, make no difference if you wrong Click-clack boom, catch yo ticket to yo tomb Your favorite rapper gone, im still on the stoop, bitch

Yeah, this goes out to all the ladies In middle school, you guys used to take trips to Florida, Caribbean, whatever, doesnt matter, its not about that You would always come back with braids My only question, why? Why braids? Why- why braids?

I remember it so vividly, ice cold back roads life back in Michigan How you supposed to miss it when nobody say they missin ya History down the drain but I am just as much to blame as the other half Fuck it, Im livin life and I love it As Im now steady workin workin towards no budget Towards that ferrari and that big ass apartment Oh you thought I meant a room? Fuck no I meant a complex Dont believe in objects, material things But what the fuck why not when you bathin in change Just the way of the grain, way it grip to my hand Its just the heat of the sun, its just my feet in the sand They got me hopin, I aint ever gotta be broke again Never sold drugs cuz Id end up rolling them End up smoking all the weed I was holding End up gettin smoked in an alley in Oakland So I took the other route, Ima be a fuckin rapper Been spittin my whole life why not get some money off this shit, its nonsense, but fuck it so its life You wake up every day you fall asleep every night Its just so fuckin crazy, Im floatin outta space How could you waste a second bitchin bout how much you make How much you fuckin hate stupid shit throughout your day Just for me feel your heart feel the beat, fucking breath Let it bang, let it bang Let it bang, let it bang Let it bang, let it bang Ya SESH

Look I melt mics, Im too nice, your shit trash I take em out, I dual wield, thats two mags Im too strapped, Im 2-Pacin, whos that? Three shots, thats one down and two flats Windshields get cracked and tagalongs get hurt Your man was wrong, he tried me, now he sleep in the dirt Somebody merc cause they try to come for SESH Skull up on my shirt symbolizes what you gon be next Now whos next? Who trynna to step to the best Sounds of the underground coming straight out your neck I grind knives til I decided now its in your flesh All black overalls, hoodie up, Im a mess No mask, look me in my eyes when I lose it Realize I aint saying what I say for the music I will do it, I will prove it if you pushing me to it Try to harm the ones I love and I promise Ill follow through with it Now you get left in the street Whispering your last words like its just you and me, see Now these things couldve been avoided but you failed to recognize, I see through all the flaws

Ohhhh time and time and time again Youve really been my only friend Little did you know little did you know You wanna die like gravity Walking fucking travesty Out the fucking back with me I hope I never have to let her go I hope I never have to let you go

McDonalds is really good for olympic swimmers Yo Ive got a gold MAC-10 with some platinum bullets Double dog dare trigger dont you dare me to pull it Get the dogs to woof it Get the team to hoof it Get back to the cadillac parked behind the bushes Got the mind of a killer with the plot I aint a rookie Put you in the cemetery so they dont smell the body I been rowdy since the beginning, bitch im bout it if you bout it If you ridin then Im ridin, if you shootin then I follow Eight rounds of them hollows Water by the bottle Got some drugs in the refrigerator chillin till we on them Trippin and we fallin like somebody tied our laces High as fuck on the drugs, I know I probably shouldnt have laced it Now Im faced to fucking face with, the blunt that I been facin I take it to the face, thats what the fuck I call a face lift Bass in the basement, weed in the garage, crack in the attic, meth in the trailer park Ima do it how I want, Ima make this fuckin guap Ima slang these fuckin tapes, Ima drop my fuckin top Ima pop my fuckin trunk, Ima fuckin ride it out No roof on the whip screamin fuck the world loud Fuck the world loud Fuck the world loud No roof on the whip screamin fuck the world loud Fuck the world loud Fuck the world loud Fuck the world Fuck the world Fuck the world loud

Ok Im cruisin in my bucket seat, comfortably, bitch fuck with me A billion for the watch, thats nothin Im livin comfortably Never ballin on a bugetsy Im in the lap of luxury Marble refrigerators in my 3D navigator Pop the trunk just for the haters, let em see us let em hate Cuz I just love bein a pimp, I wont let that go to waste Got that banger on my waist If you tryna get in my face with all that shit, fuck off bitch Im bouta split Im bouta dip Im bouta parlay You know what you like dont waste no time Be mine if you like the way i parlay tonight we can make it right thats fine if you like the way i parlay youre fine i wanna make you mine if its time baby we can really parlay tonight i can blow your mind i know you like the way i parlay

Gingerale in my glass One ounce in the bag Blunts get lit and the blunts get wrapped Eat sleep SESH just the life of a rat Gingerale in my glass One ounce in the bag Blunts get wrapped Eat, sleep, SESH just the life of a rat Eat, sleep, SESH Eat, sleep, SESH Eat, sleep, SESH

If youre lookin for a party song here bitch party on Chillin in my civic no top like Mardi Gras Give me a second bout to get my Jeff Hardy on On the top grove get my swan tom bombin on I skip the beef like Ramadan while everybody else pullin triggers like firelarms Money diamonds cars Ounce in the jar flow flow like a leotard You look at me and you see a star Young nebula spittin bars on mars I rippin bar for bar my shit is so underpar My shit is so fuckin sick My shit is so fuckin hard My raps so fuckin sesh and my girl the same All we do is do drugs all night all day In the shade blowin haze its the motherfuckin team Couple weird white kids with some weird ass dreams Get rich, sex ships, and all that Im callin to the universe I hope that bitch call back Hit the blunt once and I feel like Im fallin Dollar sign eyes too cash always sparkin Too cash always sparkin Dollar sign eyes too cash always sparkin Im always too cashed Every time you see me Im always too cashed

Howells favorite asshole Live from the backroads Can’t say that you dig this shit Hit on the ride home So nice on this microphone Yall dont even fucking know But they say I’m bipolar The way Im so cold with these fuckin flows Flows, I got a pocket full You trippin like you got a in yall Yall shouldve saw your face when you heard Th@ Kid knockin at your fuckin’ door Bang Bang, who is it? Skinny kid, looks boolemic I admit it, I been spittin’ Out these rhymes Since I was an infant Im a scholar, you’re a peasant YoungDumbFuck get it trough your head that Its the team, oh its the team In the dug out, gettin faded Rap out real in, you just fake it Talk that money like you already made it Kid just stop it You don’t got it Like a pass down to the basement You cant come here You aint from here I promise youve never been Down D-19 at 4am In and out of consciousness Too much smoke Too much drink Tangerade bottle in the kitchen sink We all drunk We all fucked up We cant think We cant speak But we can live, we can breathe Were gonna take more damn drinks Walk across the streets to your moms house Take whatever she got in that damn fridge Too young, too blind Lookin at life trough high eyes Eyelids down, middle fingers up May the 517 please stand up //

What Gxld, slvgs, Bones, Team, Sesh Rain, ing, bitch What Leggo, leggo All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how its pronounced All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how its pronounced She on that blue dream, Promethazine When it comes to that work, she a fiend Looking like death when Im up on the scene I got stacks full of dead niggas stuffed in my jeans Bitch when we smashing? Straight evil call me young Manson Know you fucking with me, got a collar and leash Let me know if you bout that action Im draped up and Im dripped out Smoked out, loced out Need a bad hoe with a taste for pain Tryna slide through and get choked out Bitch nigga get fucked, keep running yo mouth And you gonn get stuffed Trigger fingers is itching, Im ready and willing So pussy nigga dont try yo luckkkk Riding round, riding round on my side of town Speaking like a god, Im hated and proud Not Yung Joc but its going down Evil shit, that Team Sesh Not Khaled but we the best Any beat that you give us, we lay it to rest Red beam on the uzi thats aimed at yo chest Rap game Razor Ramon Versace print, on the grip of my chrome Got shawty, giving me dome Bad ass hoes know the words to my songs Calling me daddy and saved in her phone Busting it open, thats turning me on Embracing the darkness cause hell is my home Its Team Sesh, Greywave, GXLDSLVGS and BONES All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how its pronounced All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how its pronounced Purple rain when I sip Now Im feeling something like Prince She slow sipping that Triss See the paint drip when I tip Young Murder Inc with my team So Ja Rule my whip Got a camoflague bandanna Wrapped round my neck with a project bitch Yellow Hummers, black Prowlers Cash Money when Im pulling out of My driveway, Im on the highway Im going 98, Im blowing smoke up outta That sunroof, bumping Ginuwine Ride my pony then I hit recline K-Ci and JoJo, Wayne in slow mo Crazy crazy, got her head loco Sippin fou fous, never solo Black belt, kicking blunts smoking the dojo Bling bling, got a ring ring See the chain scream, hear my wrist sing like Ohhh, Im riding, Im gone with me she vibing Ohhh, Im sliding, got death in my blunt Im dying She in my sheets, she cant believe thats coming for me The young pimp named Bones, feet up, flicking ash in the breeze Let it be, let it breathe, Im just tryna fucking leave Everything, everyone, never riding with a gun All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how its pronounced All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how its pronounced What, Sesh, Bones

Just a bad motherfucker with a chip on his shoulder Slow-mo like holder Lemme bring that back lemme boom that bat thats a playstation controller I got GTA on my screen She sees me when she dreams Im livin what I used to dream about when I lived at home at 13 Im smokin out of my window Backroads we hit low Flashbacks to the days on the bus playin Nintendo Thats hide n seek, dont you peak Million blunts Ill be gone in a week Sleep in the grave, live in the yard Pimp named Bones comin down real hard Cadillac cars on black tints Tape in the deck playin Tall white tee brand new shoes Cigar full of drugs put me in a good mood Good mood, put me in a good mood Cigar full of drugs put me in a good mood

Its hard to change but fuck it Ima change rap to my bones in the grave till Im home once again in the planet where I came Roll blunt rock stage round the world in 80 days Its the fuckin team, flow nice smoke mean All I do is kick raps All I do is smoke weed Fuck a job, chase a dream Fuck dave, kill beats Every day a movie scene when you livin like me Its nice to say but its hard to change

Paul Wall tippin hit it, then all walls flippin Better than all yall trippin bitch whats up? Deadboy walkin, see me, now everybody watchin Did it now, everybody talkin just like us Cashed, Im a motherfucking mess Atleast I say a slurred up speech then I rest in peace They want my all but theyll never get the best of me I keep the rest locked up then I ditch the key See I could go a little harder bring the lava make it hotter Gottem ringing out their shirts like fuck Carhartt patch 48 up in the back Jump straight up out the cage in the trunk I dont know the city boy, I came up from the gritty Tell his parents that we left his body somewhere where its chilly I dont hail from a place where you grow up to be great Im the creep from the motherfucking first ave lake I never thought Id live to see all these fucking dreams RIP to the whole fucking scene Let it bleed, let it bang Bitch I do what I want when I please Let it bleed, let it bang Bitch I do what I want when I please

Im mad you up all night Layin on your back with your legs in the air Im mad you up all night Kissin on the neck then she whisper in my ear say Go, go, fast as you can She pullin on the sheets while Im pullin on her hair And I aint lettin ya go but if you need a rest baby let me know Whoooooaaaaa goin through the motions Up all night goin deep as the oceans Say lemme hear you scream Put your face to the pillow lemme give you what you need to be up all night and Fuckin till the morning light Lemme hear you scream whoa Say ohhhhhohhhhhhohhhhhwhooooaaoaaoa Up all night

Body in the trunk so theres no turning around Too many people dyin Too many people livin Too many lives we takin Too many lives get ruined Ridin round in my Buick Its nighttime we cruisin That slim pimp named Bones But I bet you that you knew that Ima do this for my mom Ima do this for my father Ima do this for my brother Let the beat go and now Im water I disappear on the beat Look in the mirror youll see Sayin my name like three times I reappear and you bleed Thats TeamSESH till I leave Ridin in the range These bitches go insane They see that its Bones so they all scream my name Its 1998 and we just ridin to the melody Swishers to the breeze, thats the TeamSESH mentality

Pop In Your Grey Cassette Turn Up Your Fuckin Deck Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck Bass clappin like a Mac-10 Automatic weapons The only way that I can paint a picture for my reverends Aint nobody get me, Im feelin like an orphan Endorphins swimmin through my veins like dolphins Used to dream all this, from writin to recordings To boardin flights every night now that we tourin Ive never paid the mortgage so I guess its fuckin time to Get high, get paid its just what I was designed to do Comin down, switchin lanes, just how I was taught From the rappers that came before me in them candy painted cars No, I aint got a license but I got a fuckin bike Big ole blunt, dead of the night, 4 a.m lets take a ride Lets get high, lets get high Pedal slow, pedal slow Up the block around the corner to the store, to the store I got 5 dollars in quarters and Ima let it go two and two cigarillos Im never comin down comin comin comin down never Comin down comin comin comin down never Comin down comin comin comin down ya Comin down comin comin comin down ya

Underboss, take a trip to where you cant see And control the scenes with the puppet strings invisible I seen dreams shattering the shars Laid a trick that could part where the hearts are all edibals I press hard, fall into the trap doors Really wasnt asking for more than exceptance In the presence of exception over collective human beings Being talented is simply not enough, you gotta mean it Since I want this, it feels like it chose me I owe it to myself to keep pressing on Stressing on the piddle why the riddle was constructed Down the hustle like a 79 And you was dancin up on good times A pocket full of good rhymes To help you through the hard moments of your life Its just the way that I write After all whats most important if its something I like Its just the way that we write After all whats most important if its something we like Its just the way that we write After all whats most important if its something we like Its just the way that we write After all whats most important if its something you like Its just the way that we write After all its most important Man I love hip hop some say I take it too serious But rappers being fake always makes me so furious, mysteriously mad They say I need a shrink but I think Imma stick to my pen and my pad My only therapist - my life and Im sharing it with yall Hoping they can stop you from tearing down them walls cos Im going through it too Expose it in our tracks and Im showing it to you So we can break it down and benefit, analyse the blemishes Skip the cigarettes cos that nicoteens a stimulate It dont calm you down And alcohols a lion At the bottom of the bottles where your problems always found If Im sober then Im down in a slump, batting zero Melencholy mother fucker not too happy or too cheerful Sessions of depression got me stressing something awful My family and friends and that smile said its soulful But it really dont help, the enemies in the mirror And I cant face myself, I pray for help But these drugs aint working, I just dont know shit Thats the only thing thats certain Feel like Im about to die when my chest starts hurtin And Im thinking that its hurtin Cause the Zanics they prescribe dont help control my vibe Imma live hip hop til the day that I die Cause making good musics all that keeps me alive uh

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What? SESH Bones Yea, uh Wine cellar, sippin on my own shit When im rollin only rollin on my own shit When im smokin only smokin on my own shit With the team only blasting our own shit Im on that grown shit, my own home shit Big front lawn with the tall oak shit, yah You on that dope shit, im on that black tar Heroin answerin any rapper tryin act hard Granite countertops, in my five star kitchen Five star chefs cooking meals for the bitches Team all here, bout to make history Breaking all the rules, Breaking swishers,Breaking bitches dreams Yeah SESH Blunts Bones Fuck, yea Wine cellar, sippin on my own shit When im rollin only rollin on my own shit When im smokin only smokin on my own shit With the team holding blast in our own shit Yea, uh turn it up turn it up Roll it up, uh roll it up up, uh Roll it up, roll it up, yea Bones, aye SESH

Real fucking shit bruh I swear my life a movie niggas wanna shoot me plus i got a lot of groupies Came from the bottom now Im on some other shit rapping doing shows but I still be pushing zips Never been a thief but I still will steal your bitch now she all up on my dick puffin purple clouds Blowing circles in the whip we holding russian clips if a nigga wanna trip but we dont want that action Just tryna be peaceful you dont wanna see eddy baker when he in beast mode 5-star suite and im chilling with some freak hoes Blunts on deck lus you know we got doritos bands bands you know im tryna see those young ass nigga Im just living by the G code player in the game but i aint using cheat codes plotting on success And im smoking like a steamboat bitch Get your dollars up Get your money up Crazy like Manson Kush in the cabinet Smoking in the mansion got dirty ass assets Asshole since grade school even then was paid to Sold a lot of drugs and I put that on my bro Smooth streets dont know you Loved in my hood bitch Im super like goku Niggas acting brand new i just keep it old school Been killing beats im a killer with the protools Never been a rookie bitch i started with the pro moves Im a Romo mixed with Ocho in the pro bowl Started out local but I end up global Short motherfucker but im brave like Frodo You aint getting no dough Probably getting no hoes Goddamn nigga came up like a elevator When you getting a buzz real shit you get hella haters Getting to the money, so I gotta see you niggas later ho Get your dollars up Get your money up

You know we got our weight up Every night and every time we let the stage up Skyline view let’s you know we raised up Teach you shit we couldn’t teach you how we came up Came up, looked like a criminal Killing shows and getting dough Chicks chasing after us They look like mob figures bro Looking at my minerals you talking to the general Healthy Boyz bitch probably heard us in your living room Sold out at the venue too Know we fucked the party up All these rappers tired of us Ain’t got no boss can’t fire us Know we spark that fire up Rolling like a tire bruh Came up from the bottom now our idols our admirers Started these tunes from out of the basement Now we filling the whole place up I see they face now they can’t face it what I’ve been tellings amazing So here we our again Just walking our city streets that I know so well So get the fuck back with all your negativity I swear it radiates from you I swear it radiates from you

DJ Stinkynuts Everything you said well maybe let me know Do whatever anytime we flexible Im in it so we dont got schedules Lay around all day, go wherever you want We could smoke all day We can stay inside, we can do just what we like Smoke fill the room and dance in the night Everything you said, well Imma let you know Do whatever anytime we flexible Im in it so we dont got schedules Lay around all day, go wherever you want We can smoke all day We can stay inside, we can do just what we like Smoke fill the room and dance in the night Everyday, I need you, yes I am Every word, I need you, yes I am

HOOK I dont gotta prove shit To be dope I dont gotta buy shit Im gon smoke I dont gotta wear shit Im still fly I don’t give ah fuck And thats how ill die.... BONES HOOK Kold-Blooded Yall still tryin to be your favorite rapper? Emulatin everything the video capture? U copycats will never achieve what im after Cuz ive been in the darkness Waitin and laughin Kold-Blooded gotta muthaphukkin stack of flows Dont give a fuck, if im famous, hoe Im getting smoked out, wether legal or not Keepin smoke in my lungs til my body rot It’s Verbal Homicide And Team SESH Bitch dont forget You fuckin wit da best So roll up the blunts And get fucked up In da parkin lot Gettin crunk as fuck Fuck a record deal That dont prove shit I do what i want While you somebodys bitch And all that radio shit, is just garbage All the shit you spit, is just pointless Break it down on a buster Who was thinkin he was thuggin But this underground shit, I LIVE IT! I see everything muthaphukkaz, im just like Itachi I know whos the realeast You dont have to believe me I dont have proof shit Aint tryin to be hard Im the sickest So Fuck yo gunz And fuck yo clothez That trendy shit I aint wit it Id rather smoke blunt after blunt Bump my own shit Aint nothin like the rest While the rest of yall ah just clone shit Always misunderstood You can diss me if you want to..... But ill keep doin me Knowin i was here before you........ HOOK

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Mister ten below Mr. freeze with the flow Ridin to the sto Slingshot up in the door These bitches know its Bones Im young but Im grown The black trench coat hide the switchblade chrome I let my wrist glow I let my neck shine My pinky ring bling Rolex on time They call me young god They prayin to the lord I blessed them with the a flow and a beat and they good I look like 22 I tote that 22 until I say Im 18 they dont know what to do Im moving in the coupe Im pimpin in the civic Its 1992 we in the alleyways chillin All black rags with the fools gold chain TalesFromTheCrypt take them back to the days Back to the ways back to the grave Back to the lake take em back to the wave SESH

Light skin Dark thoughts Young cocktail, blowing up, Molotov Mazel tov, congratulations Round of applause You have now made it Gold chain, silver rings and platinum records At the top, sleeping on yall bum bettin With topical rhymes, give a fuck if you get it But if you want bars, I can serve a life sentence No question, therefore, Im never askin Who can keep up with the kid? In this rap shit You say you got better flow, I get it, keep going, Nancy They all just pop, so all Im seein is soda cans But I dont shake em I dont touch em, I keep it movin White kid too much, so, I keeps it groovy Cause nowadays everybody loves a rapper, but, only if you get love back from the game, so yall some bachelors

You know who it is bruh Yeah, Bones The Kid, Gxldslvgs, Team Sesh, Greywave, we in this bitch bruh Huh Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfucking track All about this Ghetty Green, Crook By Da Book, young Project Pat Evil inside, so nigga dont tempt me My nigga The Kid, they shot with the semi Im sniffing that white and I call it that Whitney I ride with the gauge like Im Tommy Buscetta Fuck what you claim, goon and a killer, Im one and the same Love negativity live for the pain And Im sending these hollow tips straight through your brain Im riding in some shit you aint never seen Inside, rigor mortis, outside, gangrene Bitch Riding through in the low White pimp named Bones Long hair tied back switchblade stay stuck to my palm Firearm that aint mine Gold slugs with that nine Not saying that Ill take your life so please dont take mine World way too cold No youll never understand me All you see is some white kid who thinks he good at rapping Anthrax in my backpack, loud wrap in this plane Im dumb high, Im not tryna brag Im just telling you what Im seeing I spend my days six feet deep, underground never see me Im the B.G., youre the Bee Gees Im on the come up, you on the decrease My elevation, my progress, everything that you dream Mansion made of big blunt wraps with a sapphire TV Waterfall spit Alizé, bass banging like Shallow Days Looking for a way to make a bank Now Im pretty sure Ive found a way Young white and Im handsome, young Hanson Fuck with me Bones Im Manson Bitch thats Charles mixed with Marilyn What

I got slacker money, no class money I want rapper money, I mean cash money I want Baby and Slim to put out a cash on me and let me bank on the fact that all these rappers phonies Damn, another song about realness Like where did hip-hop go, like where is the real shit? I swear sometimes I want to aim and just kill shit But whats a good rap without the laid back, trill shit? Yeah, and metaphors bout angles And how I see rap like no rapper in the game does Money never change so the moneys got to change us But I just want to be the change and pace the change up So be patient, dont go changing and chasing waterfalls for the sake of making it rain when you hate it when it rain there Now you in the club playin god bring it downpours down on the dancefloor You see your whole two change left the billboards Starting using your face in vain just to see more Hip and , thought nothing could go wrong When money was at your door like Honey, I am home You thought you wanted dreams money could buy But you just wanted all your beats to be forty supply deflects over you and be part of the ride Instead you hopped in shotgun and let your label drive, thats right

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Robert Davis, in my system I turn it up and then I can feel him Robert Davis, in my switcher I take a hit and I can feel it Never goin down, always comin up And Dont ask whats up cuz I get whats up Dont ask whats good, the answers me And dont ask who Im with, Im with the team Im guttin blunts, Im cuttin trees Young lumberjack with the rolled up sleeves Rolled up jeans blowin rolled up leaves Ashin out the window to the cold cut breeze Cold cut team with the cold cut dream NIP till I RIP Please, believe me, I been killin these beats and bury them in a burial underneath the streets Under my in the bleachers I never see ya waitin near the rejack When we went outlaw, like road dog, and we were bad boys like DX Throw an XD and then suck it See we dont give a fuck we say fuck it Fuck that and fuck Dave get ripped away but get out the way

I dont know Where to go Fuck will never go, but I wanna know I will never go, but wanna know I will never go, but wanna know I will never go, but wanna know If its not with you then I dont want it to If its not with you then I dont want it to If its not with you then I dont want it to Back take me back throw me back in the waves Back take me back throw me back in the waves Back take me back Back take me back I really like your smile girl Im peepin your style We can talk for a while or we can both leave town Find a cheap motel room where we can get down Do not disturb on the door now its just us now

Theres a light on my pipe Creepin through the night Writing lyrics spittin verses Then take off on the flight I dont worry about the hype do what I think is right Used to sip on the lean now I just drink the Sprite Im so out of sight like really out my mind Searchin for a somethin in my life I dont know what Ima find Through the grape vine heard that it takes some time But one day through the darkness a bright light will shine So I shun all my fears forget about the hate Never bite the hand that feeds me and any others on my plate Most peoples first mistake is putting trust into the fakes They offer you some cake and its hard not to take Automatically upset now you wanna be in debt Sell your soul for that paper stressed out until your dead Boy you live your life free never settlin for less If I blast this for a reason they gon lay my soul to rest Darker magician Im sippin The spell Ive written is sicker than a homicidal conviction Its like a head on collision I keep my head up on a swivel My death up on my mental Some drugs up in that swisher If your bitch is tryna get in it She keep lightin up them candles Im rollin up more drugs She keep callin me phantom she touch me I turn to dust Fuck with me go ghost razor blade in my coat teenager a little teen anger And a flow thats somethin like coke Acid tabs on her tongue she close eyes she feel numb She feel it once she feel at home she yellin SESH she screamin Bones Look at your boy tryna act all hard see if he run for fuckin cover when he See the fuckin god Thunder bolts up in the car young Zeus goin hard Never had a fuckin kid teamSESH till its dark yuh

Purified water in my glass, let me hydrate Young white trash, eyes low like Im 58 Ground starts to vibrate, grass starts to separate Soil starts to plumb into the core of my fucking grave Diamonds in my eyes, I got jewels on me Get your body lifted if you try to fool on me But just know I aint alone, just know I aint alone Got a hundred scumbags thatll kill just for Bones Lookin like you seen a ghost when youre looking at me Body full of chemicals so its hard for me to breathe Hard drives say Macintosh, bitches say Im actin posh Say Im not thirsty if the water aint a fuckin Voss I will ride til the day that I die I will ride til the day that I die

Hahah you look like the weirdest fuckin people Now Im almost fameless Fuck a record label Rather remain nameless Flow stainless Others just rusty So Im spittin WD-40 I smoke weed with my buddies and love it We got that TeamSESH bumpin I aint gotta tell you how he does this You arleady know the kid fuckin does this // I lick a wrap, kick a rap then I light it Clouds too opaque then blame it on my lighter Butane kit let me loose n i light up Screamin FUCK Dave ! till the day I fuckin die out N oceans dry out n clouds rain fire N my reign of power is remebered like the titans Itll be so tight, when Im kickin raps in stadiums, huh // Young Ferris Bueller Motherfuck a tutor Cut class, gut blunts Thats what we do, yuh Thats what I did Never had to fuck to get Sorry if Im comin on too strong Im th@ Kid That shit, that piss Or whatever rappers say See Im too cool for slang N Im too hot for cable Too hard for TV, too good for radio Get the fuck about my earlobes with what youre sayin yall

Uh, I need some closure now My past is too loud And theres no telling it to turn it down This one one got stan Feet to the ground, paper to the pen, made their finger to the air, all eyes on the kid Usually, Im used to bitches going cookoo now Im aint see how that shit was useful Crown from the mixtapes, king of the new school Laughing at the peasants playing loose like a loose tooth Young man gotta get that tight And if you want to rule the game you gotta play that right If you want to be tomorrow, gotta be tonight But for now, take a sit and watch the kid light mics Look Too many songs saying I saved hip hop But not enough screaming I love hip hop You gotta feel the kid rock You gotta hear the kid talk Feeling new to the game, I aint even gotta save yet I know theres a save check from now too famous Strobe lights, we in sports cars Peering into dreams that instead of yours, so Im doing what I got to do to get em Until Im yellow pesto roasting through your city Imm be the kid, and, you can be the petty telling them go get their shine box they so

Up late in my better way, starin at my ceiling fan goin round and round like life on a grander scale I put it down, you barely put new shit up 21 mixtapes and I aint even close to done Ride with the system up, never really gave a fuck Put a blunt into the atmosphere and watch it burn up I was 7 in my room with a mic and a boom box Blocks hot, non stop, rhyme until the sun drops

All the girls that I know are just soon to be groupies The kids I grew up with address me as After he moved away, everything just changed, he went Hollywood on us, that faggot said hed never change Well this faggot never did, and you faggots never will, make Anything of that life you claim to live Probably sittin on the couch Im standin here rappin Talkin bout how you knew me and how big of a bastard I am Yes I am, the one they call rat boy Take it how you want it but I left you in the past boy Now Im in the future Laughin at you pussies With that imma get out of this town, talk but never do it You blew it, and imma blow up They all said grow up So imma keep getting bigger till stretch marks show up And Jenny Craigs fat ass is sending me texts About sponsorship and sweepstakes for overweight kids No I didnt mean it literally bitch stop asking me Im with the team, igniting green, and inhaling it fast, you see This is the life that I chose to lead Meaning you dont gotta like it, so if you do you can leave Jenny Craig bitch Jenny Craig bitch Im going so Jenny Craig on these fat ass beats Low sodium flow, all you can eat So I stepped outside, and what did I see I see RV, parked in front, waitin for me So I threw on my backpack and hopped on in Got to rotating blunts till we gone with the wind All the windows down with the sunroof open Ridin round LA, backseat smoking Kid so potent, exhaling hazardous Look like hazard lights, groovy from the cannabis Green leaf, purple wine, scholar light, candle lit TeamSesh, dinner lash-up for you peasants bitch I dont wanna say nuttin I dont mean Imma stop right here, before I scream Jenny Craig bitch Jenny Craig bitch

...eruoY .od uoy erus mI ,rehtegot ti evah tnod uoy gniyas mI taht toN .thgir ton sti - yhtlaeh ton sti and doog ton sti tub ,it gniod eruoy yhw wonk tnod I Youre a genius, you really are I catch your body, then I drop the beat If you think, you fly, then Ima cut your wings Im posted up, while I level up 100 HP, now Im ready to buck Im dying slow, Im sinkin Im holdin on without thinkin In the backseat of that Lincoln Drugs get burnt, brake lights stop blinkin Slowly breathin, Im gone Im somewhere in my zone Im lookin somethin like Alphonse The way I always stay with that chrome I aint got no money I aint got no cars I aint got no dollars I aint livin large Bitch, Im in the grave Thinkin bout it all I dont wanna live If youre not in my arms Reaper of the Souls Livin like a ghost You can feel it in the end The chills, they leave you cold Chillin in the graveyard with my brother BONES Chillin in the graveyard with my brother BONES Dont die on me Dont die on me Dont die on me Dont die on me Drugs in the veins She must not be babe Chillin in the coffin, skin peelin off my face She look like Magua , I look like And I make Forty-five, different, cause I aint been white fool They aint feeling on my face Lurkin through my place Wonderin where Im at, Im in the graveyard everyday Alleyway go to sleep to Graveyard God Alleyway go to sleep to Graveyard God

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, haha Look, zig zags and Louis tags, the path we tread Gets scattered footprints and throwbacks to the Expel blunt smoke from one of my pockets This got you jumping like a set of hydraulics In the apartment spitting proper Just to let yall know, Im still the father To these rap Skywalkers, they see me and see a problem Honest, nobody ever has the courage to harness The hardest rapper, see you tripping but ya boys Ima claim to be the youngest in the game like Bryant I could do it, with one eye shut, like a pirate I aint tryna get my name in life by rapping fabrication I do it to talk the knowledge, thats a real education Its the patience in the patient that make it so hard to waiting The line you call life, when your numbers called you gotta take it People hating on Th@ Kid cause Im the dominant So they just get to talking shit but do it under anonymous They doing it under anonymous, while I relax and light my blunt And vote for the democracy Yeah, Cousin Eddie

This right here the interlude Roll a blunt, make it two Pimping like its 92 Slipping doughs, bangings cool This right here the interlude Roll a blunt, make it two

Step aside and let a fucking rat do this At least I got a clue man your raps are clueless A nuisance since birth, that was my doctors two cents So now its time to pay his ass back, old revenge Oh revenge, how sweet you taste Roll you up in a wrap, let me blow you away Thats that TeamSESH jargon, who the fuck you arguin On beats Im jogging, you screaming like Tarzan Turn that shit down, we dont need all that The kids need someone to look up to, fall back And let the king rat ride with the pack Youd have to break your fucking neck back to see where Im at Im rapping over your head, Im under your bed Im a fucking little terror, Im a fucking little terror Hows it feel to get outshined by your little brother? Kinda talk get your mouth sewn shut by my mother See my dad was the man way before I Up late tryna get his son rockabye bye Little bo peep, lose no sleep Im contridicting myself, this weeds bad for my health Fuck it, on a mission, to see shit, the man, I be this This mean I missed, what I become See I used to be cool, to tell you that all one Im all one, the next one, the thing coming up Channel my inner emo, I just wanna cut Put your phone down, and lets cease the calls Sleeping with sirens so ring the alarm, hit the lights Turn up the amaroso, shining the heat Im the brave little toaster, uh Bring it back, bring it back

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Whats up dude Uh Thats whats up dude Im coming in rawer than ever All the top heads of the hip hop game better move out of the way Im coming for you OJ da Juiceman I think I rapped on this when I was 10 years old Man damn time flies when you cryogenic cold You sport the ice creams with cones on the then I started rocking hoodies with the ape logo, man And that was back in 7th grade, all the kids sayin that shits evolved away? Moon man on the tag diamond dollar on the sleeve, whered you get that Elmo, man just let me Selling CDs outta my locker at 13 MP3s scheming how to get to my dreams, cuz I been having many so, many a I cant fall back asleep, cant do another thing till I Make that motherfuck a reality, spike strip mentality, strike it until you proud of me Frozen for a minute, now Im cave man stupid Back to ruining plans of those who said I couldnt, do it Thats right man, do it I giggity get it, you know what Im sayin dude? But, um, like I was saying earlier, OJ da Juiceman youre pretty much like, knocked off that rap totem pole after this one dude Back to the bottom you go Juiceman, with those fuckin fat man jeans This is an official diss by the way

They cant believe Im not famous yet Sicker than their favorites Im comin so raw Go fuck with them if you want safer sex Its safe to say Im fucking next Blunts to the fucking neck Team at yo fuckin neck On to the fucking next Next on my bucket list I will now run this shit Lap after lap Till they out of breathe and bucket kick Raps is what Im fucking kickin SESH is what I fuckin live If you aint snackin what Im bagging You can eat a fucking dick Wanna hear me kill a beat ? Open up your fuckin ears Rewind this shit Listen close Cause I just fuckin did They cant get enough of me And I cant get enough of them And those who talkin shit You make me blush but now Im flushin ya Flushin ya Down the drain Fuck with me ? Not today Cause Im with the team And the team with me Its like a junkyard dog with no leash We up the chain Not the same Red eyes Benstein No sleep but I still dream bout goldchains And black rides Bout gold teeth and fat tires Grab some blunts Double-wide So we can get there by tonight The way that J drives If this life is a film, Im the kid who dont rehearse If this life is a test, Im the kid who dont work I be rappin like the best Cause its all Ive ever earned So if fame is a sentence I deserve every word This is dedicated To all the middle aged people That buy bikes cause they wanna go fast Loosin a little hair Goin to the SharkClub on fridays Playin a little billiard, havin some beers Hey fuck it were dads, you know Good dads

Shut the door Let me roll Full cup of water Full blunt of dro Shut the door Let me smoke TeamSESH in this bitch put a towel under the door Cus I dont like Smokin fines You can smoke yours bitch you aint smokin mine Bitch Im rappin all the time you just actin all the time Whose line is it anyway it sure as hell as mine Im drippin

My flesh is cold, as a ghost My flesh is cold, as a ghost My flesh is cold, as a ghost My flesh is... My flesh is cold as a ghost My flesh is cold as a ghost My flesh is cold as a ghost I, could’ve been, bleed red, four doors in a Benz, Cut the cord leave me hanging, amends Life ends when I kill all my friends And I, could’ve been, ghost boy, my life is amiss, bleed red, so pretty as a kiss, lost in the mist, pants full of piss And I, am the blame for this shit, put blades to my wrist, wrist Fucking end my life, Im dead Thats the gist Fuck it, no one cares so Im pissed, pissed, hang by a rope All I needed was a brick, brick Yeah, okay, okay, okay Daisy, thoughts are making me crazy Thoughts are making me Thoughts are making me crazy Crazy thoughts are making me crazy Pick up the case and close and close Pick up and close And close, and close And close, and close

Sesh raps and old flows Makes me want to snap on back to them old clothes like old folks Snap back to the cold world with some wind through your hair And call it your old girl like darling I aint bein home in a minute You see the ride got dark and the windows is tinted But, sooner or later I knew I had to get out Threw myself out the car and rolled on out and felt the Yeah I felt the wind blow through my hair Couldnt believe right there, hanging in the air Was the reason, the reason to it all

Yuh, Posh Gang nigga Its 305 , bruh Just had to get on this shit cause, Im that guy Straight up, bruh Me and Th@ Kid came in the building tonight Finna mack all the hoes And get all this dough Spend it on these... clothes Lets chill Do you wanna vibe with a nigga Do you wanna ride with a real-ass nigga? Lets chill Do you wanna vibe with a nigga When I first made eye contact with the bitch, she Was so fine, she was very fit, he Was a nigga named Lofty305 that came up Came down from the sky And I say what, what I rely on is my thoughts And my intuition, so girl Why cant I put some pimpin and change your whole world? Get these dividends, make it flip, and make it come back hard Girl, Lofty305 make you come way stronger than Any other man, and I can and I will seal the deal So, I just wanna chill I just wanna feel ways to make bills So let me uh, build a new foundation For this love, give death to the haters Lets chill And lets settle down Thats what I wanna do Just me and you Lets chill And lets settle down Thats what I wanna do Just me and me and...​ Alize waterfalls, Tanqueray raindrops Raining while its pouring, overflowing but I cant stop Got money, got cars, got eight spots She tell me Save the game, GTA save spot Cause she know its Bones, she know Im ridin chrome She know Im never lone, always with my fuckin bro Mister 305 and Th@ Kid came in with the durags, left with your bitch Red velvet loveseat, fireplace goin Rotating bed, silk sheets when Im flowin Vinyls on the floor, lava lamp light the room up Drugs from Columbia, cigars straight from Cuba She say she heard a rumor He cool, but yeah Im cooler My necklace in the freezer, my ring is in the cooler, see Whatever you wanna do, just know Im down We dont gotta say a word, just let the bass pound like Lets chill And lets settle down Thats what I wanna do Just me and you Lets chill And lets settle down Thats what I wanna do Just me and me and...​ You could spend the night with me You could spend the night I said, you could spend the night with me But can you stay the night? With me, oh with me, Cause I know Cause Im way too high

Look, scrolling through my contact list I was never one to keep numbers But I do keep a couple on me Like I kidnapped two true lovers My heart set the highest bar for me to jump over But I know Ima clear it when its all over So for now Ima practice all my rapping shit Im already living where all of them actors is But dont confuse it, a lot of people get it twisted This is the closest youll ever get, so pay attention I couldnt put my heart anymore into it If I did, Id up and turn up into it Id turn into rap, Id turn to a beat But if I did any of those, I wouldnt be me Two things on my mind still, but Im only gonna mention one Whyd you do it? Was I really not good enough? I guess my heart was only meant for one Of course itd have to happen with my best friend too Couldnt go behind my back without stabbing it too Now every second that you cold and alone Just know you could had have heat and a love of your own You know when people say You aint worth the breath? I hope you know that you aint even worth that You aint even worth that, you aint even worth that Now its onto the next one, fuck was I thinking? When I say this would be the best one, then I got to thinking Theres so much more to be given Two weeks, keep ya eye on Th@ Kid Two weeks, another mixtape Keep ya eye on Th@ Kid Theres so much more to be given

Are you recording? Huh? Alright Hey music listeners, its Andrew here, hoped you tuned in for a great one, well I know you did cause I already heard it, ha, jokes Well, alright, no its Andrew, this is a mixtape by Andrew, not fucking J.Bones, roll it Just fucking roll it

Ice Ice Ice X2 Ice cold lost too many souls Grabbin on the pole had to take control Ready to tickle his mind So Bones go grabbin that nine We bustin open niggas mind No more lackin thats on my mine Runnin around town with the heat though Running around town with them No type of games, only seeing through them bands, I could really teach ya Heard you on fuck shit, fuck all that tough shit We out here really runnin fuck around and you gon see some demons Try to stop me and its goin to be a homi Imma go catch me gami Origamis when Im bending them bodies Spin them blocks, can you hear that? Could be on them like some zombies Ice cold I dont feel nobody So its hard for me to feel these niggas Who aint never been around me You aint gotta say who the fuck you is When you done everything you put on ya bucket list You know its Bones when they hear a shuffle coming down the alley Shovel grippin, lighter flickers, blunt ashin Slidin thru the traffic Life is just a habit Dont make me make you quit that bitch cold turkey, you wont be happy Stick to the world you know Dont try to pull up in places you know you shouldnt go You are now frozen somebody light the doja Here stands a man who claims he was a soldier

How could you do this to me How could you do this to me Pussy boy just stop there You act hard but you not them I wake up and I get cash You wake up and you stress it all See the sweat pour down your face You pussy Ill put you in your place I get money I aint even gotta say shit And through money I dont even conversatin I ride with my motherfucking team We go like some motherfucking havocs Roll with them motherfucking high beams on With the 3m bitch we shining I dont give a fuck what youve got to say, bitch nobody ever will Thats the real fucking talk from the real fucking boy From the real fucking town from the real fucking streets You dont know what it takes All you know, is it fake? Dont own no whips, bitch please stay away Please stay away Please stay away Please stay away Please stay away

This remind me of winter time when I was back home In the car full of smoke, back road full of snow No chains on the tires, so for now drive slow Its only, 3 am, the blunts getting rolled From D-19 up to Latson Road, drive slow, burn slow To the kids back home working fingers to the bones Saving up all week just to blow it on a bowl, burn slow Burn slow, drive slow, burn slow Yeah, Sesh, yeah, Sesh

No cmon man Im really happy to see you You stupid fuck Im just a dope ass kid with card collection Too much time on my hands to be stressing, Im stretching The limits of the kid, finding new flaws Higher than all, I feel the rain before it falls But when it comes time, and rain comes down I ball on every drop, yall sitting in the crowd Fame on my brain cause my names what Im bout T-H-@ sign K-I-D wear it out Put it on and wear it out, tell ya friends And let em know Th@ Kids on the block again They call me bully by the way Im always teasing And sometimes I dont know what yall see in me Then again, Im a blueprint to success Follow my steps, Ill do the rest But dont get to the top and play best cause Who you kidding Jack we all know who you piggybacked Ayy did we get that box of CDs yet? Anybody seen those? Yeah, the CDs Fucking ayy What the fuck did Charlie tell you? Thursday? No he fucking didnt, oh my fucking God I dont have the time for this shit Shut the fuck up Who the fuck is? Uh, the boxes, the CDs, arent gonna come in till fucking, just play the next song

Rats In the backseat, windows up Volume high, dope rolled up Just another rap song about smoking But I aint even begun, watch yo tongue Member when you were young Backwards hats, were they really that dumb? Fuck yo life with a middle and a thumb Backseat smoking cause Im young I be riding, backroads, backseat, smoking Seats flat back with the sun roof open Down that back road round the corner Go park your car and turn it louder Windows up, already cloudy Kids so rowdy, young Pat Riley Always spark the tree, when Im with the team Dress scholarly, when a woman in need Defeat the villain, save the day Then drop her off safe then shell come, clean Im a hero now, back to the backseat turn the system loud Put the windows up, go roll one up Just a typical rap about typical rap stuff I be riding, backroads, backseat, smoking Seats flat back with the sun roof open Backseat smoking

What if everything around you isnt quite as it seems? What if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream? Dead like Im Earnhardt, dope up in the dashboard Smokin like a Nascar, ash on the asphalt Dirty fingernails, two pigtails Bitch I look like Sandra Bullock, rollin bones, speakin spells We dont like you, if you really couldnt tell Your shows aint shit and your flows aint real Your words aint true and your style is the same If you cant be yourself you deserve to die today Drive away Now my tires get to burnin Wheels get to turnin Bones get to swervin

Honey drip, drip, like Looking at this view, I just sit like I could care less, I could think right Take over the game, boy I just might I owe it all to Mito, baby we the next up Imma paint the town green, like my cash up I just stayed down, now we feeling blessed up Aiming for the crown, got no time to mess up Got her feeling gassed up, got me feeling like a jit Got her Scrunchy on my wrist so you know that we legit ‘Cause my dawg’ll take a stand, meanwhile I tell yours to sit Man, I didn’t know my purpose, now I’m on to making hits I be in the know even if I don’t post I don’t stop the grind, that’s the way my life goes Acting like you real, oh, you know we ain’t close They all up in my DMs ever since i dropped Ghost Money and the fame All these hoes, they want the same Now they tryna swerve my lane Don’t hit my phone, leave me ‘lone, yeah Money and the fame I’m gon’ have it either way They about to know my name In my zone, leave me ‘lone, yeah Uh, differently I wanna run things so differently Peacefully with symphony Come on and take a drink, sip with me All the money and the fame, I don’t want it, keep the change Everybody do the same, yeah, they loving it Ain’t nobody want the fame, I said you can keep the change, everybody do the same I dont vibe with it One at a time, positive vibes We keep it silent, we vibing Stop with the crying, we gon’ survive this Just keep on smiling, grinding Keeping it lucid, my flows be water like fluid We keep on grooving, moving, hop on the whip and we cruisin’ Money and the fame All these hoes, they want the same Now they tryna swerve my lane Don’t hit my phone, leave me ‘lone, yeah Money and the fame I’m gon’ have it either way They about to know my name In my zone, leave me ‘lone, yeah We don’t take no L’s, boy, we only counting stacks Feelin like Sean, cashed the check, we bounce back No time on these hoes, by the night I count racks No time on my foes, yeah, I’m busy making bands Getting so big, no Apple, ain’t got memory Haters talk too much, we the best in the industry We always get that bread, so addicted in this sanity Dont care about no love, I just want that loyalty Aye, yeah Come meet me at the pub Just trust me baby, don’t be there killing up the vibe I said I’ll move on but you always on my mind Baby dont be scared, we didnt even try Dont listen to them, they just lying I know you dont trust me but baby Im trying Yeah, I know I’m noisy but you hate it when Im silent I promise to love you til’ the day when Im dying, yeah Money and the fame All these hoes, they want the same Now they tryna swerve my lane Don’t hit my phone, leave me ‘lone, yeah Money and the fame I’m gon’ have it either way They about to know my name In my zone, leave me ‘lone, yeah Thought you would stay Now, mood is so gray Girl, this not a game But you played me like clay Yo, I ain’t a slave So fuck off, go away We be comin’ from mars ‘Cause we ballin’ like we stars Sippin’ in these bars Smokin’ some cigars Imma hit that girl up ‘Cause she wanna get loved Yo, she a chick ‘Cause that one hella kiss Come in, let’s drink I just want a good sip Staying for a good time It’s okay, I won’t dip Money and the fame All these hoes, they want the same Now they tryna swerve my lane Don’t hit my phone, leave me ‘lone, yeah Money and the fame I’m gon’ have it either way They about to know my name In my zone, leave me ‘lone, yeah Money and the fame All these hoes, they want the same Now they tryna swerve my lane Don’t hit my phone, leave me ‘lone, yeah Money and the fame I’m gon’ have it either way They about to know my name In my zone, leave me ‘lone, yeah

Yeah We all that, me and my team, we Macs you PCs Catch a virus, Im the flyest Gig in the hard drive, its T-H, @ sign, K-I-D, yeah thats right Act so, scholar like, old fashioned borad, Scarlett life Im going hard cause I cant go home Howells a place that I cannot go Cause I aint blown yet and I aint known yet But Ima work that out, like Bowflex Fuck a Rolex, and a sports car Put me in the back of that black Ford, with the big blunt Thats a fat order, were hardcore, you soft porn, yeah TeamSesh, yeah we all that Scholars and night rats, yeah we all that A couple young dumb fucks yeah we all that Jay gut another blunt, were rolling all that Its TeamSesh, yeah we all that Scholars and night rats, yeah we all that A couple young dumb fucks yeah we all that Jay gut another blunt, were rolling all that Yea Ohhhhhhh, yeah we all that Night rats Team Sesh, we all that Thatttttt, yeah yeah yeah yeah Night rats Team Sesh, bitch we all that

Yeah Wipin clouds out my eyes Im back up on the high that puts the clouds in the skies Cant put this high in rewind So after you hit it just hold on for the ride, it goes Up and down Mary go round Wether youre down or not just pass Mary around Let the whole team hit it Sesh Ive been with it Gold chain, white skin, black hair and some dimples Just a kid with the world in my right And the swisher in the left somebody give me a light Young franklin, like Im outside with a kite And a key to a door that leads to a new life Sugar and spice, and everything nice A little money, fast cars and a little bit of ice But Im not trynna get any of that Just a house for my parents and a stage to rap

Home all alone Parents both gone Money on the table Use it how you want Friday night Aint nobody home So we all know you gonna do what you want But before the celebration Need some relaxation So, turn this up a little Put your feet up Dim the lights down and chill

Boombox tuned in, spitting my shit Flowing on beats, hear the sound of the ocean Hear it from the front back to the rafters Rap for the cam, thats a wrap after action Wait, who, me? Im rapping for the passion Last place rappers see me laugh as I pass them Ashing on these bastards and passing off they ass To my young night rats, quick to throw em in the trash Cause I know one thing you dont The bottom comes out on top dont you know And, the bad kids been grounded for a while Playing music too loud, fuck em, no, turn it up now This here is my radio jam, radio jam, r-radio jam This right here is my radio jam, fuck anybody staring Blare it loud as you can, radio jam, radio jam Radio jam, r-radio jam, this right here is my radio jam Fuck anybody staring, blare it loud as you can This right here is my radio jam Fuck anybody staring, blare it loud as you can

See my flow is nasty, yalls is so polished Your whole sounds bullshit and mines just honest I dropped out with plans, yall planned for college Its almost been a year and you still havent got shit Be honest, you already lost us Remember all the times that I told you I got this? Well, how can I put this kindly? In your face, mother fucker, I told you dont try me Now, I got all these songs in the chamber And go aim, click clack, erase ya Send you back to another dimension My raps is in your vision My verses is in your kitchen Waiting to be dissected and cooked for more revision Im the main ingredient

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Suicide two tone Bleeming with the roof gone Bloody like a newborn Cutting like a coupon Pulling on my Tendons just to make the wheel turn Strike a match with my teeth just to let the weed burn Ash on my shirt Shoelace on my waist Fiji water in my lap hydrated all day Seshollowaterboys, live from the grave Got my hair pinned back like the fucking Green Ranger Young Chris Angel, trying to see my angle Disappear in smoke then Im cash for some days Rubber shoe sole, feel the pressure on the pavement Pussy trying to be me, just be thankful Riding in a camouflaged Bronco Looking like the white Benny Blanco Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs And running away like ponyo flow like my jaw broke Tom Hanks, casting away No shirt, no shoes, just blunts by the bay Bales of the hays, snowflakes on the grave Thats life back home where regrets got made Life got faced, windows got broke Shit got took and shit got sold 09 trucks in the yard Brown carhartts when the cold gets harsh Up town, B19, bitch Im coming out the dirt with a blade on me

Yeah Uh Look I kick raps non of that choreographed actin My shit slaps, I aint talkin limp hand smackin Im closed fist thrashing, catch a hit faster The Peer Pressure bout Snoop Dogg and crackin Feelin good now, big shot aint ya Gotcha big boy pants on tryna get famous But theres just one thing to understand, I stand over you land lovers understand where you stand You below me, smilin down on you, laughin at the distance sound of the raps of fuckin phonies When I say, hold please you know they be holding And when I say, Im zoning Im in another zone, see The twilights alright for a zombie, but I got more brains, I dont follow I lead, I got everything I need, this life I see When I open my eyelids, Its eye popping Just little old me in some big ol jeans Rapping in the mirror while Im brushin my teeth Just 7 years old, with my nice CDs, screamin Shoot em up what, shoot em up now bleed L-O-V-E for B-E-T-V Id wake up early to see the screen See the countdowns, videos, and hip hop kings, rapping on the with they own gold rings Like, how do I get there dad, how do they do it Start rapping young man but if you do you gotta DO IT My flows stupid been coming up with new shit But, hey someones gotta do this

Im wrapping gifts like Christmas Eve Im choking off the Christmas tree Back roads too hard to drive but she aint Pack the next, windows rolled I cant see her face I was flying in my zone, went off High enough to get on whores behind me toe Felt good all day, you can bet the bank I woke up at nine but wrote my song at eight Hyped up running just to talk to LA From the top I could, see my place Knowing it was me felt a little too real Wondering if I only got, one more year It fades, it fades, it fades, it fades And I swear to God Im the highest I ever been But, it fades, it fades With my mind in the, clouds Im, peeking backstage tryna see if she, in the, crowd Tryna play it cool I aint texted all day So she dont come and smile, fa, anyway Pour a drink, into my pockets Close my Mac and go straight to the faucet Water in my hands, throw some on my face Sipping on something that used to be grapes Rolling up something that came from a female Pass to my left when I cant see real well People get loud, hear my name on the mic And my boy takes the stage, set the mood for the night Still smoking, still drinking, still trying not to do my thinking Cause, it fades. it fades, it fades, it fades But, it fades, it fades, it fades Flashbacks playing in my head like movies Couldnt even think to me before you even tried to move me Shooting, get moving, drive by to the heart she was too deep In a two seat, windows down, thats too real, even for me Im good now, its all behind me, love on my heart name outta my mind See, you can lose count with all these women Fuck that, fuck them, act like you winning But when you cross the finish line, when you win the race Just know that feeling you feeling will always fade It fades, it fades, it fades, it fades And I swear to God Im the highest I ever been But, it fades, it fades

You recording? Alright Hey guys its Andrew here, just putting another song on for ya heres the next one

I think junior highs when everything started changing Started drawing curtains, turned into a caveman A brain dead teenager that brain fed Off attention from any girl he heard gave head Became well known but they all knew my plans Have em over after school, Id fuck em and then jet The asshole boyfriend strikes again Opted out as the kid you never trust again And take you, trust ya friends and they all fall for me Just a pawn in my game like you said, but Im all for it I bring em all down to the basement to drown At the bottom of the bottle where the message is found And no breath, somebody please control me Im just a stupid cunt girl too drunk for my own knees Just look at the way they folding, buckle to the floor Oh we got more vodka? I aint drunk no more The problem with hormones when the doors close Added with a couple drinks just subtracts the clothes But, I dont see a problem with that equation Why you think I had you over? For some good conversation? Dont tell your friends, Im not a whore Im sure you arent honey go ahead now lock the door The south fool, change my style change the weather The south fool, change your mind just too clever The south fool, all the weak styles I sever Combining two styles on the mic with master killer Im sure you arent honey go ahead now lock the door The south fool, change my style change the weather The south fool, change your mind just too clever The south fool, all the weak styles I sever Combining two styles on the mic with master killer

Well, its came to an end Fucking finally That was dreamcatcher And Im DJ Downuts And this is Lil Johnny Lil Johnny, say goodbye Goodbye Thats right New little diddy I learned on the keys Been tickling the ivories But, uh, far belong in some short horn cities A comedy road to nowhere Coming soon Keep SESH That kid Fuck yourself

I found you at a low place I made it my dream to take you higher I found you with a new face I made it my plan to be your newest, so its Geronimo at the top of my lungs Until I sink into your arms and get saved by your love, Im screamin Geronimo Geronimo look out below She look me in my eye And I still cant explain, just what it did to me, but I most certainly changed, and now its Impossible, I surrendered my heart Self destructing for her love, I shouldve known from the start, and now its Geronimo at the top of the hill Theres no other way to show how just how elated I feel, Im screamin Geronimo Yeah Geronimo, look out below

You have Dopin on the road Im coping with the thoughts You know that all my blinds closed You know I never leave home Did you ever think that I would ever make that No one ever knew me Now they all on me Sittin on my profits, applause is a promise Young scumbag never thought about college No, Im not clean, bitch, no, Im not nice Just cuz you making music too dont mean we alright

Whe-en I-i ge-et low Ohoo I get high Uhh Bike ride and a picnic Thats how youd spend your days if you were this kid If you were this sick If you were this dope Flow ballistic, girl blowin os Blond hair runnin all down her back Pink lipstick with a black backpack Just a no fashion gal with no fashion acts Sippin ginger ale out of champagne glass body with an actress face With some blackhole eyes that would suck you in Got a big dip of smile and some milky way skin Her hearths a galaxy that I wanna be in Straight up divin And fuck it just thrivin If Im myself a jungle and swing vine to vine Fuck them Tar-zan Got the team with me and we spark em When I get home Ohoo I get high My man walked out Now you know that aint right Well he better watch out If I meet him tonight I said When I get home Ohoo I get high I get high Ohoo I get high I get high

Yeah, live through the strugglin, lifes a every day I hustle every day in life, thinkin back Takin packs up the block, them older niggas said I couldnt Man fuck em niggas, Ill be back, strapped backpack Bitch, Im flippin work, hand in hand, I think they call it track Racin laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack Face the fact, theres always niggas out there, tryin to knock the I guess thats why they say we trap, dont let niggas hold you back Im just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to piss in So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch I went from roaches on my bump to red brooches on the cuff Of my tux, chauffeur pullin up, no if, ands​ or buts about him I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spent on Goyard Used em once, couldnt give a shit, damn or fuck about em Hit Canal Street, vintage gold medallion Smokin blunts in front of public housin Wildin til they throw me in them cuffs Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartiers Diamonds shinin in the frames Changed the game and made them say Aint no limits to this shit, lifes a flick, youre stickin to the script My life is like a movie, they should film me through it Take a pic, be sure to frame the shit, forever me, was always G Way before this famous shit, yall just pretend to do it You say you got them guns, but Ive never seen you bang You say you got them drugs, but Ive never seen you slang You say you in that game, but Ive yet to see you play You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah You say you got them guns, but Ive never seen you bang You say you got them drugs, but Ive never seen you slang You say you in that game, but Ive yet to see you play You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah Rap game like the crack game, swear its all the same Whippin soda through the pot, watch it bubble Flexin muscle, hit the block, I bet I teach you niggas how to Sellin coca on the charts, watch it double Uh, takin meetings on my bus, this shit my mobile office Gettin head while at my desk, this shit my oval office I remember when I got a hundred for recordings Now the sum of my performances just put me on the Forbes list Fuck jiggy, Im flawless, fuck pretty, Im gorgeous Your favorite rappers corpses couldnt measure my importance My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements Heard the people want that raw shit, but yall be talkin bullshit You say you got them guns, but Ive never seen you bang You say you got them drugs, but Ive never seen you slang You say you in that game, but Ive yet to see you play You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah You say you got them guns, but Ive never seen you bang You say you got them drugs, but Ive never seen you slang You say you in that game, but Ive yet to see you play You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah If you wanna know what feels right, lemme take you to the sta- Uh, I can feel the base From the ceiling to the basement I don’t feel a thing Wait hold on hold scratch that Scratch that shit Alright Wait hold on Hold on Hold on I think i got something on that Yeah Yeah Play that again, play that again Uh, uh Yeah, uh, uh Woo All of these niggas don’t know me yet In the near future, thats what they’ll regret Everybody needs some motherfuckin help Lemme help you out BURH! BURH! BURH! Ok now your mama’s dead Don’t worry I aimed for the head Judging by your expressions the satisfaction has no means to an end Let them be your friends Let me be your friend Let em do anything they wanna do to you Let me try to fuck you up any chance that I get Its prolly for the best Its prolly for the best I hope its for the best I hope its for the best Its prolly for the best Its prolly for the best I hope its for the best I hope its for the best Uh, I hope its for the best I hope its for the best I hope I get some guests I hope I get some guests Two bitches will do I guess These other niggas tryna flex If I told you what they be tryna flex then I’d prolly their rep Which I don’t wanna do I mean I guess Nowadays I wish I could go back to Germany Put all of this Pakistani shit behind me Maybe keep a little bit of my nationality But at least I wouldn’t get these consecutive horrible dreams like 1, 2, 3 See where my homies at And see where that bitch is that I who I tried to beep I mean I guess there’s a slight possibility she’s already taken a hundred dicks for free But then again there’s also a chance she turned out pretty friendly I remember halloween when me and my niggas went to trick or treat I remember very well I dressed up as a ninja Had to put my glasses off or I’d look like a woman in a Burkha Couldn’t see shit Couldn’t read shit But my niggas said I was the shit And for you niggas asking YEAH! I’m still the shit

Bitch got a black eye and Stifler got six stitches Touch me I fight Look, its time move something I onto my next victim When I see her symptoms, cannibalism in form of some rat music Take away your track then abuse it, amusement Hits my face then down to my palms I picked up the pen then I started a war I wrote out a couple letters to throw out to fellas Tell em if they aint thinking bout running, they better I sank my teeth in the neck of the game Assassinating any prey that thinking they big game I Son of Sam things when I stow them in the attic Aint nobody else can have it Simplistically gifted, they was close but they missed it I change a four to a dollar sign, no shifting Oven on my spitter turn dough into a biscuit Now Im here to fuck up beats that rewind and skip the dipshit Were recording Fucking right Im a misfit Times in the hoodie you can stay on your rich shit I never wished it, I just get lifted and listen Aww, yeah, no

Find me dashin till the day time passes And night falls Then its back to the sewer For the rat, Au revoir Imma Bon appetit this beats Like Oh Boyy Better stick around for the main course Im back again, the Michigan kid with no respect Dropped out at sixteen Then he called collect Like Hello fame are you there? Cause Im commin Started drummin to the beat of his own drum Brrram-pampam-bumpin ! Hipster tunes from Indie artists Dallas Green, Luke Pickett, Manchester Orchestra Young kid instrumental as orchestras to transform these raps into accordions Hold em and fold em Smish em and cash em Thats cash back motherfuck a flashbacks flashin Im sorry I had to get that out of the way Too many best friends I let to not be callin today // Old dutch town Let me think about it now Old dutch town Writtin thoughts out Old dutch town You let me think out loud Brushed up so many times That Im painted up and down Old dutch town You let me live in the clouds I get so high And I aint never comin Whole dutch town I cant believe its allowed This worlds so wrong I dont wanna leave this town Whole dutch town Let me think about it now Let me write my thoughts out I aint never comin down

Uh Im radical to the maximum Smokin all these rappers and ashin on all the rest of em Hope I got the best of em, they hopin its the last of me, but back again I go unloading what was left in me Uh I let this dirty beat get to me Now Im fuckin filthy as fuck and you cant stand near me They cant stand me, let alone jam me, and every fuckin speaker to the transistors jammed, see The raps that banter funny like bad stand up When tomatoes hit the stage, you hang it up So bring out the cartoon broom and sweep me, under the mat like three keys, one key chain, one key to your house, and 2 backup for whenever you locked out, see My rhymes radical you know you gotta grab a few Yeah Uh My rhymes radical you know you gotta grab a few Nowww...

Bagging that bag i’m flipping bricks out the back Yo hoe tryna smash on me and my niggas and get some cash I’m smashing that bitch and pulling her hair out She a sneaky lil thing so you know you gotta watch yo back My niggas got that heat so you know i can’t sleep I ain’t goin’ out sad about no hoe I send that bitch back on her boat You niggas is fake so i can’t be real with you I done came a long way from sleeping on the floor But now i’m on the road getting 24 a show I was eating cup noodles and cold sandwiches Now i’m rolling blunts and touching the moon And i pulled up on you So don’t talk all that shit on the internet and then you aint about it Just try to pull up and you gone be out of here I ain’t no bitch so you better be about I’m like Steph Curry with the shot i make it rain I done came a long way from robbing and taking shit out the stores I’m just tryna get bread with my niggas and put my neck on froze You niggas is too fake for me You niggas will switch up over a little bit of change And i was with you from the jump how am i fake You was the problem it wasnt me You listened to them lie about me Now you a different person than before I only got a few niggas that i can claim

Yo, I moved out from my parents house, only 16 Badda boom badda bing then I hit the scene I wrote raps for a minute, cause fuck it Ive always been Considered something of a fuck up since the age of 10 Making scene throwing tantrums, putting mom in bad moods Pissing off my father I would scream when wed argue Still cant believe that I came this far From barely kicking in the basement to be kicking it hard, yeah But still kicking it raw, no effects just echoes just to set the scene dark, yeah And still kicking it strong, and Ima kick it till I by the fall So long Yeah, au revoir, so long, and Ima kick it till my times over Yeah, au revoir, so long, kicking raps, evading traps night rat soldier Lemme simmer down, lemme simmer down, ay Lemme simmer down, lemme simmer down Best friends turn old friends, faster than the world spins Try to work it out for what its worth but its worthless I wish somebody could have told me at the start Of this so called friendship, itd soon flip dark Itd soon be gone, water under the dock Voicemails missed calls better keeping in touch Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months If we were back in the basement, that wouldnt be us But now it is, so I guess thats a reality check I cashed that bitch almost a year ago, it just bounced back, yeah And here come the flashbacks, Chi-town, H-town, backyard wrestlin It used to be ECD in this bitch but now Its just the E, the rest I aint seen since, yeah Lemme simmer down, lemme simmer down, ay Lemme simmer down, lemme simmer down Back roads, dirt roads Babitha, if youre listening, thank you If youre not, fuck you

Alright you ready? Women be shopping Wait, is it on now? Is this like the end though, do I do the end sign off thing? Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it is the end of the mixtape Maybe well, redo that Signing off its uh, DJ, Andrew! Ingram! And this is Tony Rutsell Well let the crowd take you out

Night, rats, rat, pack Giving all you white kids something to feel hard to Giving all you fine bitches something to get off to Cunt get off me, I aint into fucking for money But I can see that you is, so how much cash you got on yuh? We can make it rain, like in the videos Or Ill just snap ya jawbone, take your dough and hit the road Or maybe we can get to rolling like the fucking Stones Mick jacking swagger from rappers that died in 94 Thick gold chains, big O rings Fake diamonds turning green like my mood change Green light in my head help me do thangs Speeding to the life like a bitch Ima soon bang Bang bang, open up If lifes a bitch, consider her fucked Because, this games giving me blue balls So Ima fuck the world to keep it moving like U-Hauls Night rats, rat pack Running shit soon, word to the running back Oh thats me, how could I forget Lord of the rats, duke of the depths Yeah, fuck , fuck Jeff , yeah

Yeah, Im fading in and out a day dream I start thinking bout life, ice and bright things Thick gold ropes, rose gold Rollies Feeling funky ivory what the fucks he pulling? But, thats just me, I get it from my pops Growing up around Motown sound can teach a lot Gotta feel it in your soul if your tryna make it art Cant pay without pape, cant love without a heart Gotta put your all in it, put your time in it Cant sit back and wait for your time, you gotta get it Tryna live it than live it, if your not get with it And if you cant get with it, then you aint getting shit Yeah, yeah And if you dont get that, then youll never get it Yeah, uh The night, its dark, the blunt, it spark Ash falling off the end, brain catching thoughts Old pimp shit playing on my speaker box Passing Js back and forth, front seat to back yeah You can get it if you wanted to, you can get it if you wanted to Gotta do whatchu gotta do, gotta wanna do whatchu do Cause you know nothing gets accomplished if you dont move Every move, I guess they could really feel you if they wanted to Just know they never really felt you from the start, yeah Contemplations, I can see it in your eyes Did you really wanna get there, or did you wanna just join the ride? Contemplations, I can see it in your eyes Did you really wanna get there, or did you wanna just join the ride? Yeah, yeah, ay, ay

Flying high in the friendly sky Without ever leaving the ground And I aint gotta say nothing We listening to Marvin, she knows where this is going And, I dont got a problem taking it there She hits the blunt in my hand, love is in the air Im on my Macbook, going through more beats to rap on She rubbing my back and ask for something to snack on I say, Well theres some gelato around the corner Take a Rover to the bikes, hop on, lets ride over there Sorry I dont got whips like all these rappers do She looked at me and laughed and said I dont expect you to See kid theres only one thing I need Thats for you to be the same no matter what life brings And I think that I could keep that promise Cause the way my roads looking, traffics my last problem So, Ima be there soon, blow the balloons Get the confetti ready to throw, blast some tunes Celebration, celebration, celebration, celebration Yeah, yeah

Life without love, love without drugs Drugs without blunts, blunts without guts Me without the team, the team without me Me without rap, rap without me Me without the rats, rats without the pack Off with these peasants heads, onto the next Life,Sex,Breath,Sesh, thats how I live my days till Im dead And I cant, till Im gone, till Im banished Ima kick it then replenish, all these raps for these rats Fuck time we some Jerries, the paper and the fetti Fuck the cheese and the dairy, fuck the change Fuck the green, fuck you if you dont get it I dont do it for the money, never change for some money Came in with the team, Im not bout to leave without em Ill come, Im still starred and labeled with these rappers Im a kid kicking raps, they are choreographed actors Ochobot transformed to the best, no opinion just fact They beast, I am that, old soul, old flow, with a pipe from the 20s Feeling like Sinatra, its been a very good year for me Young Frank, fresh out the golden age Summer winter I came down then I blew away Now, Im with the team out in outer space Blowing nebulas, blunt full of galaxies Im so outta here, this high shot me to the stratosphere Click clack, bang bang, slow mo Getting ported to the galaxy, look out below Oh, I get so high, I, Im scared to look down I aint ever looking down, I aint ever looking down I get so high, I, I aint ever looking down I aint ever looking down, I aint ever looking down