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Summer 2019

by Empathy

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Ecstasy Dreams, Pt. 1 03:15
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[Intro: Infomercial] When cocaine enters the body, it has a strong effect on body functions by acting as an imp on the brain. Cocaine causes unusual, and often unpredictable feelings and actions. [Intro: Empathy] Take 'em way back Summer 2019 8-ball of that crystal rock Ecstasy dreams, Empathy [Verse 1] 8-ball of that crystal rock Turn on ones I thought I could trust Eight of us done grown up rough Eight pills that we quick to bust Talk tough but no pistol tuck Back streets where them killers run Out here you don't try your luck Life a bitch and that ratchet slut Take from you what you thought you got Past opps that I'm shakin' off That's why I walk with my day one bruvs One call and they pay up front Times were awful, I wrote a chorus The type of stories you can't make up Not for glory or just the funds Papa taught me to leave my mark [Interlude 1] That was just the first verse, yeah Nah it's just the intro, fuck it I'll go harder for the second one, wait, hol' up Keep it goin' [Verse 2] We don't back forth, we no piston Listen, bruvs snort off them dishes Run forth with ambition I can't get caught when I'm slippin', ugh Bitch called and I missed it Shit was normal, I miss it My peak fallin', I take more and Don't try talk, it my business Bitches Kid raised up in them crackhouse units Where they spark up rock and they fly right through it I never moved drugs, I just like my boof hits Break it up and roll the flower, no tulips (Nah!) This that shit that you can't fuck with You smoke mids, puff A plus shit My bitch all 10s like K-Dot's shit Your chick press send, I block that shit I'm gone, brudda so long What, you wanna grip the mic in my palm? But nah, you ain't shit won't hop on my song This is all a test, correct if I'm wrong But I'll never get checked, made chips with my tongue Bitch, real friends don't speak on my funds Guess there's no friends that I can still trust We were all so quick to grow up, fuck [Bridge] We were all so quick to grow up, right lads? Fuck [Verse 3] But nowadays, I keep my chain tuck 'Cause you never know when a lame stop And they run up on you for the pay cut Still paranoid the days ain't done, argh! [Interlude 2] Fuck it imma I go one more Yeah yeah, nah this is the last verse [Verse 4] Grindin' so I get a colder wrist With a foreign whip, like it's Budapest I been hungry, you just full of shit When feds coming, then my bruddas split Paralysis, you can't fuck with this You just wheel around with a ratchet bitch Ford Falcon, spit classic shit And it's fuck Malcolm, no middle men Sayin' calm down like it's Ritalin Lookin' bitter, man, your chick give me sugar Bars intricate, you just wish you coulda Spit the shit to make your wrist drip 'Cause your fit look shit like a size over Rhymes colder 'cause of dark nights Saw my girl told her imma take flight Dyin' sober just ain't right [Outro] Dyin' sober just ain't right Never been the one that's gon' take lives But I'm feelin' like this just ain't mine I'm feelin' like this just ain't mine I'm feelin' like this shit, ain't mine
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summer '19 03:13
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[Intro] This ones for the fuckin' day ones Summer 2019 EMP [Verse 1] Met bruddas back then that I grew with City girls wanna know if the shoe fits Got a bad bitch, though And the cash gon' flow Sit back, reminisce on a boof hit If you cap, shoot shots, no camera crew Bitch wanna do shit that gangstas do I'm a thug, lil' baby, don't trip We can fuck in the whip, smoke spliffs No average dude Mama said, "Come back, you could die on the road" Leave my soul on the track, I been hopin' I go How your life on the gram, but the bank don't show What the videos do? Whole life like a porno Fake Fuck rap game idioms, you cap And I don't cap, facts When I'm spittin' one Killin' 'em Got a dope track and a bit of bud We don't run, if you wanna scrap Then we get it done Real shit, though where the pain reside? Bottle it in the liquor and the blinding lights Caine on the weekend and Abel might Say, "Fuck, better pay me My bro is life" Bruddas told me, "Go get it" So I gotta go get it And my Mama don't get it So I gotta get her chedder And a better figure showin' on the teller That's a better way to live, I manifested when I said it EMP lil' bitch [Chorus] Summer '19 had the big packs 56 Gs and a litre My girl asks me if I'd go back I wouldn't cosign, fuck theta My girl asks me if I'll make it So she wanna know if I'd leave her Told her, "Girl, you're the reason I'll make it" I need that cash flow, free her, ugh Summer '19 we would kick back Snort lines just to fuck with the reaper My girl asks me if I switched up But I still jump on a track and ether My still asks, "Will I make it?" If I do then I'm bringin' you with And my fam gotta cop that paper So I gotta pave with the way that I live lil' bitch (Ahh!) [Interlude] Hahahaha! Summer time [Verse 2] Take 'em back when I was clueless Met plugs on the bus like a school trip Think back on the life that I could live How would it be better than doin' boss shit? You act hard, I don't gotta prove shit Hope my raps make racks, cop a new whip No grad, no cap, that's true shit Look mad, stay mad, red blue chips Look bruh Spit a rhyme, your chick declinin' your call Fucked her right, with blunts and wine, no small talk Climax time, to exercise her jaw more Bust the white, a vet with lines, I'm wartorn Come correct, you fuck with him I never wanna trust a friend again These people switch up At my pen to make amends, you dog cunts Kneelin' now you need a friend Fuck off! [Chorus] Summer '19 had the big packs 56 Gs and a litre My girl asks me if I'd go back I wouldn't cosign, fuck theta My girl asks me if I'll make it So she wanna know if I'd leave her Told her, "Girl, you're the reason I'll make it" I need that cash flow, free her, ugh Summer '19 we would kick back Snort lines just to fuck with the reaper My girl asks me if I switched up But I still jump on a track and ether My still asks, "Will I make it?" If I do then I'm bringin' you with And my fam gotta cop that paper So I gotta pave with the way that I live (Lil' bitch) [Verse 3] Upper echelon, came from Babylon Fuck the sesh is strong, Arnie pack Puff the Gator bong, brah don't get me wrong I been puttin' on, back to back Fuck your PGR, take the shit back home Need the fruity cones, hydro sesh Hoppin' in the car, fuck her on the go Clear my mind of loads, that's good sex We cookin' up, no Bryan Cranston Break ya baddie back, no Charles Manson Got a saddie bag and a Q be the minimum Diminish it, pass me a doob, I'll finish it I was in the back with a bad one Clothes off, lights on Bring a friend, add one Never gave a fuck so I'm takin' you all on Bitch won't move on I be who she caught on, argh! [Chorus] Summer '19 had the big packs 56 Gs and a litre My girl asks me if I'd go back I wouldn't cosign, fuck theta My girl asks me if I'll make it So she wanna know if I'd leave her Told her, "Girl, you're the reason I'll make it" I need that cash flow, free her, ugh Summer '19 we would kick back Snort lines just to fuck with the reaper My girl asks me if I switched up But I still jump on a track and ether My still asks, "Will I make it?" If I do then I'm bringin' you with And my fam gotta cop that paper So I gotta pave with the way that I live lil' bitch
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GRONK 02:41
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[Intro] I'm finna go hard for this one, cunt This is for all you gronk fucks out there Ahaha, look Aye [Verse 1] You know I spit flame and you burn to match this Problem is mane, you're all words, no action Smoke somethin' nice then a verse gets raptured Made her cum twice then we flip the mattress Pass 'round liquor for the pain we bottle We all want a bitch thicker, is our main rebuttal I been missin' shit simpler, the old days euphoric When I call, mates pick up and I thank 'em for it Roll spliffs all night, with my chick on my side Sit think 'bout a time, when we lit for the night Now I blaze all day and my mates the same I don't follow no path, had to pave my way Pull up to my addy, yeah, just for a quick bone She bring over the Cali and it's gettin' me stoned Never been a Daddy, but she callin' me so I been comin' for the bag like I'm Rocky Balbo- [Chorus] Bring a bad bitch home for a freaky night Honey skin gon' glow in the city lights No stress, no dress, lemme hit it right No hoes, gronk flows, man you been the type [Refrain] Need a bag, or a boof we won't settle for none (I promise I ain't one to fuck with) Girl, we can shag in my room with a bottle of rum (If I ain't bust, then she on the blocklist) [Verse 2] Never cough when I smoke Iron lungs, not a joke Take a toke, transpose to a different cosmos 'Cause I'm broke and I know that this shit is laced, yo I don't mind if it's blow, yeah That grade A coke 'Til my homes got foam 'round his mouth, shit's gross We said, "Bro, thought you said that you done smoke the same dro?" Packin' in another cone, goin' up in the smoke Pop pussy on the go, rock the car like a boat Always known that the kid was wired a lil' different 'Cause I've always been the type to attract defiant bitches Daddy issues, drug issues Sheet freak though Pop a bottle, spill the pain that we've known People switchin', different faces, I ain't checkin' my phone Yeah, too busy with a life of my own Yeah, it's life on the road Yeah, this life I seem to spite it, I ain't changin' it though Yeah, this life was made to party, brudda cut up the O Roll spliffs all night, with my chick on my side Whole clique to the right, new drip lookin' nice Throwin' shade, ain't phased Dark days brought rain But the kid is built to last, smoke away that pain Baby you can fuck me if you pull on my chain Tell her that I love her, she ain't feelin' the same What I gotta lose to stop feelin' this way? Put yourself in my shoes, EMP all day, bitch [Chorus] Bring a bad bitch home for a freaky night Honey skin gon' glow in the city lights No stress, no dress, lemme hit it right No hoes, gronk flows, man you been the type [Refrain] Need a bag, or a boof we won't settle for none (I promise I ain't one to fuck with) Girl, we can shag in my room with a bottle of rum (If I ain't bust, then she on the blocklist) [Outro] (Motherfucker) You cunts are fuckin' gronk
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Jewels On 02:12
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[Intro] EMP You know I got that (You are watching a master at work) [Verse] You know I got that cheese strain, fruity punch Puffin' 'til the doobie done Each day, smokin' up High as fuck on Macca's runs In the cut, no one I can trust Puffin' indica Get the funds, I'll do what I must Have to run it up Broke as fuck, so I stay a buck Better act right This ain't Dre though, got the chronic as the payload Want a hitman? Where the pesos? You'll get smacked right I attract types, who have a man But want a fat pipe She a fan? Blow her off She nothin' but a bagpipe Got the cash in the bag to the right Got the gas on the left, 20 grams for the night Got a passion for jottin' and ashin' To smack mics If you weigh it low we finna flip ya like a jackknife Got an ounce in my dacks like "Yeah I'm that guy" 'Cause I got the balls You don't wanna see a fucker kick in the door I be Biggie with the raw, keep it Pac with the Thug Life Wake up in the morn', big Ls with the bad type Snoopin' with my dogs and my shawty lookin' mad nice Make her toes curl when she busta, 'cause the rhymes tight 30 hunnid enemies, I'm Andre in the limelight Look Never had a dollar, so I'm grindin' for my Mama And my Papa who provided, always supper in my stomach Ain't no substitute for love and that the realest shit I know I had some fuckers made me duck, but I just kept it on the low These faggots wanna fuck me up, 'cause I been reachin' for my goals Tell me, what have you been doin'? At the party fuckin' hoes Guess I learnt as a youngin that shit ain't the way to life While I keep it blazin' up and the path I follow right 'Cause most people now sayin' "Fuck the real ones!" Never go by the grain, get the bread for loved ones Yeah there's fortune and fame, but what makes us human Is sayin', "Fuck that, give it all for true love" Won't stop til my fam and my girl got jewels on Fuck [Accapella Outro] Fuck, I'm just havin' fun with this one, but For real this some of the realest I've ever written bruh Check, check Tell me, what have you been doin'? At the party fuckin' hoes Guess I learnt as a youngin that shit ain't the way to life While I keep it blazin' up and the path I follow right 'Cause most people now sayin' "Fuck the real ones" Never go by the grain, get the bread for loved ones Yeah there's fortune and fame, but what makes us human Is sayin', "Fuck that, give it all for true love" Won't stop til my fam and my girl got jewels on Real shit
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T-break Interlude 02:42
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[Verse 1] Look My inner demons screamin' imma light another J Maybe there a reason that this how I live my days Or maybe we just carbon on a rock in outer space Either way, imma run it up until I get my Mama paid I got dreams of the Bentley and the wrist that made of ice Shawty bussin' like a semi, so I keep her by my side We can ride, forget about this shit they callin' life I could die with my pack of weed and you to say goodbye Alive, but not livin', that thanks to this good spliff And these good women, fuck 'em but all I need is my good missus Good business ain't the type of thing I see around You fuckers puttin' on an act to act real hard you fuckin' clowns [Interlude: Infomercial] Started by a friend, an oft told story For drug addiction is contagious One addict can make five, five can make 25 Marty's story is like many of the others It started 2 years ago, with marijuana cigarettes "Come on, it's my turn next!" [Verse 2] (Look, aye) People wanna drive from the motherfuckin' backseat Tellin' me, "I know why you never where the cash be Rap sweet, Ronny J beat and a Drake feat. Post about it, then sit back and watch over the mad streams" 'Cause yeah you got ambition mate, that's why you're fuckin' bitchin' Fryin' chicken for a decade and still got no recognition While I'm in this fuckin' rap game and I'm makin' my additions Do the math, my digits shitty, but still beating yours times fiddy Got a biddie with a dumptruck, your shawty some white trash And cunt, you ain't got the gun tuck, your lies are fuckin' sad How I'm livin? Off of dumb luck Fuck piggies with the badge Run it up, you be the one to Fumble with the bag Ain't a match for the kid who goes ratchet up off a spliff Got some cash I'm tryna get, pay my Mama and make her rich I go way back, business model involves coppin' Maybachs I don't take no breaks unless I'm smokin' play the beat back [Outro: Breaking Bad Dialogue] "This how you do business? You okay with this? You got anything to say here?!"
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IDEK 2 02:57
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[Intro] Haaa! Yesss bro And just really sniff it up there yeah yeah yeah yeah Hehahaha [Verse 1] I woke up, poured up more goon Puffed dutch and a Woolworths run by noon Coughed guts, told that old cunt, "I'm good" Big dick, but she still wan' sniff that blue (Uhh) Baby is you fuckin' with a real one? 'Specially when I got a couple bruvs that plug ya dealer? When we meetin' up I know they keen to get this deal off Maybe then she'll suck me like the vacuum we got sealed up (Uhh) Meet up with the fellas at the trap spot Shoot 'em through a text and tell 'em to put extra bits in Was just tryna get this girl up on my fat cock They done beat my ass worse than fuckin' Sonny Liston Listen Special K, no Kellogg's, I snorted the fuckin' 8-ball Swervin' on the highway, I'm all gucci no Kreayshawn Someone tell my girl all she can expect is a late call Still don't even know what be goin' on I'll just smoke more [Hook] I still don't even know what the fuck is going on BAC 2 O while I'm puffin' on a bong See the feds, lay low like what Snoop did in his song And I'm screamin', "Fuck you" to the cunts who did me wrong I don't even know what the fuck is going on BAC 2 O while I'm puffin' on a bong See the feds, lay low like what Snoop did in his song And I'm screamin', "Fuck you" to the cunts who did me wrong [Verse 2] I'm screamin', "Fuck you" to the cunts who did me wrong Motherfucker just be lucky your name ain't in this song Felonies, there's a list that's as big as my dick is long Wanna bone? Then get down on your knees, I'm such a dog But these women just lemme So I ain't getting the message If you ain't comin' for sex and You just think this a sesh? (What) Girl you know we only pass to the left, no Ben Stiller And I weigh it all up on the scales like reptillians Remember when I took enough eccies to make the dealer rich? So bitches be trippin' if they thinkin' I'll pop a pill again But this is where I tell ya, those motherfuckers were diligent I started doin' lines off her tits that were made of silicon Hoppin' in the Uber, I started coppin' a feel again And noticed that the driver was playin' some of my older shit I said, "The old me dead and he's never spitting a flow again 'Cause everyday I'm penning new lyrics that just be colder shit [Hook] I still don't even know what the fuck is going on BAC 2 O while I'm puffin' on a bong See the feds, lay low like what Snoop did in his song And I'm screamin', "Fuck you" to the cunts who did me wrong I don't even know what the fuck is going on BAC 2 O while I'm puffin' on a bong See the feds, lay low like what Snoop did in his song And I'm screamin', "Fuck you" to the cunts who did me wrong [Refrain] Baby come fuck with me off eccies and Hennessy Baby come fuck with me off eccies and Hennessy Baby come fuck with me off eccies and Hennessy Maybe call your man and you tell him you found some better D [Verse 3] Maybe call your man and you tell him you found some better D Sorry brah, she like it when I pipe her on ketamine (True) Nose drippin' blood, somy tongue wipe it and taste iron Kinda like these bars, they so hard when the kid write 'em (Fuck) I can't really fuck with no pill popper, 'cause they just tempt me (Nah) Say they 'bout they business but no coppers gon' come arrest me (Ha) If they wanna stop him, no Goodfella, no Joseph Pesci Hopin' that you cunts have done studied you wanna fuckin' test me Always was the kid with ambitions who'd grab his testes Pollutin' shit like carbon emissions when smokin' that cheese Tom Cruise, a man on a mission to get the green Gs Hopin' that the words that I'm spittin' will make my fam pleased [Outro] What am I sayin'? This shit's never goin' on the radio or nothin' Fuck you all Fuck off
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Baghdad 01:56
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[Intro] For you, rice is nothing But for us Rice just like my father and mother Don't fuck with my family! Huh? Huh?! I feel sorrow in my rice! Ugh If you have anything to say, apologise to the rice, right now! Fuck your rice! Fuck off! Shoot him I'm gonna kill you! [Verse] It's a vibe Move forward I ain't with the chit chat Tell a bitch to zip that She can really take it But she never dish that Had a lotta dark times Now I got the whip black Shawty took a fourth line Then she throw that thang back Move forward Sippin' on the port wine Party be a ship wreck I ain't showin' up unless the bud so loud I hear that From down the fuckin' block, uh Speedin', fuck a cop, uh Get up in her box, while we parked up in the lot, uh I don't need a day in month, just a flame and a blunt Everyday 420 when you doin' what you want If you ain't payin' up front, you ain't gainin' my trust At this stage in the day should be facin' some bud So you may wanna pray on your knees like a nun I don't fuck with a lame, 'cause I'm aimin' above Girl, fuck who your main, come and lay with a thug Move forward I could pay for the pain you retain in your cup Float away in a daze 'cause the K got me schlumped [Chorus] Imma hit that shit once, then I pass that But I'm a fool for the ones with the ass fat Move forward So if you cool baby, send a pic on snapchat Always blowin' up my phone like it's Baghdad I ain't comin' to her crib, got her Dad mad 'Cause he know his daughter finna make that ass clap For a stoner boy, she comin' home to puff gas Got him blowin' up my phone like it's Baghdad Look aye [Outro] That's how we do it bro Fuck Move forward
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The Fine Print 02:54
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[Intro] I wouldn't normally talk about shit this personal on record, but This is the fine print, uhh, the The shit in life you don't always read that turns out to be important [Verse 1] Everyday I blaze just to mask the pain Don't wanna talk about it, bruh, just pass the flame This not Olympic Games, I run in place I keep it to myself, don't help me I'll die this way I got a mate who passed a month ago today I'm regrettin' losin' contact, had the fullest plate But I'm lookin' back on it now, it can't be changed What's the point of eatin' good when no one shares the weight? [Chrous 1] Miss my Mama couple days since we was speakin' Saw my father, kept it in, I guess I'll leave it Depression waves since I's a kid, I'm feelin' seasick I had a dream I killed myself while I was sleepin' Spliffs are burnin' through my soul, I couldn't put 'em out I guess there's shit the kid is always tryna figure out She only pick up when she wants what I be puttin' down Wanna kill each other, then we fuckin' in a couple hours [Verse 2] Distant from the friends that were there from the start Different hands that we were dealt, I'm still collectin' the cards I remember when I told 'em I was writin' these bars That takin' me far, I need a new release that ain't harm-ful To me and my loved ones, I hate that my Mum thought I was dealin' 'cause of the amounts I would splurge on She see I ain't takin' self care I just keep goin' Can't eat, sleep, shower 'til I've popped all I can, knowin' [Chorus 2] I'm afraid I'll wind up dead or stuck in the can Hold on baby, we can't fuck until I've popped me a xan Paranoia is a bitch, I ain't been trustin' my friends Even though my girl is loyal, still be playin' pretend Around other men, actin' like I ain't wanna front Second they look at me, havin' me like, "Yeah fuckin' what?!" People say they down but only really down for the drugs Only come around when I got pounds of loud they can puff [Verse 3] I can't lie I put my family behind rap shit Been workin' so damn hard my Mama thinks imma drop dead All those fuckers at my school who said I'm a drop kick Are pregnant to a dickhead or must do what the judge says My time is currency and currently I been broke Give a fuck about the paper just want time on my own To blaze up the dro, write some shit to pivot the world All I want is spend forever with just me and my girl, for real [Verse 4] I think I'll die from the way that I'm livin' Disconnected from my life, smoke is cloudin' my vision I stay focused in this bitch, unlike you fuckers who livid People quick to lose they shit, it got them lookin' like children (Hahaha, fuckhead) Sometimes I need a second, no one get it in reality My music is my message that I've settled with mortality Make this life my bitch, when people switch I give a fuck about it, I'll just keep a spliff And write this shit 'til I get somethin' out it [Outro] Make this life my bitch, when people switch I give a fuck about it, I'll just keep a spliff And write this shit 'til I get somethin' out it I'll just keep a spliff and write this shit 'Til I get somethin' out it I said I'll just keep a spliff and write this shit 'Til I get somethin' out it
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Ecstasy Dreams, Pt. 2 02:43
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[Intro] Imma tell yous a story real quick Imma- imma tell you 'bout this crazy fuckin' time in my life, man Aha, this is real shit Uhh, fuck Uh, this is the last track i guess Yeah, fuck Aha, look [Verse] Woke up with ambitions and my face up in the pavement Nose bleed from the sniffin', comin' down is how my day's spent Back up in my crib, now I'm sippin' to stay brain dead Temper runnin' quicker and thinner than what Usain did Now the party's over man, the hangover's a big bitch Not no Bradley Cooper, never see the silver linin' Bile on my Jordans, smoke a quarter now I'm righteous Turn somebody's daughter to a naughty little object, ahh! Look around at family now They was there back when my Mama kicked me out of the house I would travel to their residence to burn up the ounce Before their Mama found us out and now I'm back on the town, fuck Don't think that I forgot about the favours Even though we drift apart, I hope you see me on those stages And my bruvvas stay in contact so the kid can always page ya And one day I'll send yous bands just to repay all them favours, damn I said, one day I'll send yous bands just to repay all them favours And I hope that yous remember all them nights we popped them X pills I told all of you lads that when I make it I'll be major The nights when we was wildin', they be stuck up in my mind still The shit I'm writing now is fuckin' real, not just for time kills Hopin' that my words will put you fuckers on a big hill Livin' in the crib and smokin' good from what a verse built Aye Yous always told the boy I had to make it 'Cause you think your lack of talent will prevent you from my placement To be honest couldn't tell 'em that I ain't know how to take it 'Cause everyday I write it got me questionin' my cadence My flows, relations, burn bridges, let's face it Not a people person, but you cunts my type of people I done put in so much work for somethin' that I'm yet to reap I guess I'm burdened with the feeling that I needa feel complete My girl she fuckin' saved me, got me back up on my feet Threw a hand out when I's drownin' in the drugs that had me weak Fuckin' fiendin' for some different substance every fuckin' week Before I reached my limit and my peak had me defeat But now, I look around at lads that made me And my shawty who is nothin' like the exes that hate me I know they hate to see me on the screen that's HD, but Imma keep on workin' 'til these flows repay me Bitch [Outro] Aw, that's it, that's the fuckin' album I got no more songs, I got no more breath I got no more chop, we're done We're done here
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Summer 2019 Freestyle 04:01
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Part I: Summer 2019 Freestyle [Intro 1] Fuck it, I'll give 'em one more aye On my freestyle, one take shit Empathy, Summer 2019 [Verse 1] The prodigy, you pick him apart with all modesty 'Cause honestly, he sicker than all you fuckers who sippin' cold relief Picture me in Brissy, with litty under the driver seat All my tunes, they come with lobotomies so you know it's me I was in the wars with a bitch who was stayin' cold to me Don't know why I cuffed her again after she done cheated me Put her on the blocklist again, you better be leavin' me Did me wrong, I gave her the flick, a ciggie butt to me I'm about my business, you fuckers ain't get percentage In my life I learnt some lessons, like everybody try get it Fuck you think that I be lendin'? Even be countin' seconds You ain't tryna get the cheddar? You rodents ain't on my level King size joints for her king and she Coretta Slip the dress off in the bed, I'm the only dude that she lettin' You dickheads with some bitches that always keepin' you beggin' Yeah, your bitch is like a dream ain't nobody that she ain't slept with [Interlude] Woo Ah this is the hard part, the fuckin' second verse cunt [Verse 2] Said it on record, only way to cement it Leave my legacy on beat, so when I'm gone I stay a legend I'm a leo, I'm the revenant Smoke a kilo in my section Kickin' rhymes but this ain't Tekken And killin' them all no question Best of who the best is, you fuckers just spit with decadence Fuck her, leave her wet then I'm leavin' like clockin' off again Spittin' all this fire like magma in my oesophagus This my fuckin' time and you fuckers just check your watch again Never stay stressin' when I inhale the essence Of better buds that I'm gettin' that you just wish you were seshin' Name one fucker that's better than Empathy when vendettas Keep the kid always pennin' that shit that got you regrettin' Ever steppin' to me, I leave 'em deceased Elevate 'em like a priest, another level This girly gets touchy-feely round me You don't believe I'm the realest muhfucker breathin'? I cut off your circulation like vaccination, you feel me? Arghh [Outro 1] Fuck That's how we do it, brah Fuckin' one take [Interlude: Infomercial] Their only goal in life is to keep the deadening chemicals forever in their heart's blood It started with marijuana cigarettes Part II: Cash App [Intro 2] Shawty got a Cash App, uh, uh Look [Verse] Shawty got a Cash App, I don't got a thick tone Smooth talk, mad rap, made her eat the dick raw Push a couple packs, groupie bitches wanna fuck now I been sippin' yak I wanna kick off not a bussdown I was in the back with the speaker and the boof All my bruvvas spark the gas like my fire in the booth Get the bag is a must, Ma never liked the drugs Put this cash in her hand when rappin' 'bout it gets me funds Got your hoe off a hashtag, put her in the back Got some bros, never had cash, put 'em on the map Pussy front, I don't get mad, I don't even trip Dumb shits beat my ass and I'm still just givin' lip Motherfucker I was skippin' school to puff a couple trees You was stressin' in the class, I was stupid off the lean I was still passin' shit with higher grades than most of 'em Not boastin', I'm just sayin' chill out and toke on some Potent shit, imported from the boat It ain't that? No fuckin' worries Got some homies that be growin' it My biddie smokin' good when all your plugs be sellin' ratchet shit Fuckin' mids I couldn't imagine it, couldn't even fathom it I was in the club brushin' off a couple thots You was drunk and I'm puffin' while I'm countin' up the dosh Stupid fuck, he got clocked, yeah, what you fuckin' dog? Take a look at what I got and still be stupid with the pot, arghh [Outro 2] You fuckin' with a god Yeah, you bet I'm takin' what is yours, more Need it all, fuck 'em all Kill 'em all Ha, I'm just fuckin' around now I don't even- I don't even rap brah

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released May 20, 2022

H3 Music (Producer), Sir Robert Bryson Hall II (Producer)

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