Raw

Lyrics:

The game is all fake and I ain't into actin,

I say what I say, no lights, camera, action,

Self satisfied, oh boy am content,

Don't need attention, don't need to pretend,

I need to repent, I need you to pause,

I get this dick deep in their jaws,

Won't get enough of that seasonal sauce,

If I show up, there is a reason of course!

What the reason is boss?

They ask what the reason is boss?

The game is all fake, fuck validation,

I say what I say, with no hesitation,

So damn high, I ship the relation,

Ain't talk shit, I just fuck'em in the face and

Tell'em hoes be patient, before I slap my dick in your face and,

All your make up is going for waste and,

you stay low even over the pavement,

and attention you chasin,

hold up! validation you cravin,

Lyrics:

I woke up, that's a piece of my mind,

I roll up over gunshots, all about the lean like a rhombus, (mine)

and you need to be mine

Roll up like a ceiling fan,

Just got out the trenches am breathing man,

Believe I'm deep, ain't no sheep in the van,

When I get to speak, I believe you'll be damned,

Now feel the breeze on the beach in the sand,

Getting seeds in the soil like I preach to the fam,

I'll reach my peak when she wiping the piece,

Got a rifle in hand, about like 3 beneath the sheets (ah)

I do believe I'm deep, go shopping every week,

Go filling shopping carts, bought iconic beats,

She gotta suck on these, guess she'll borrow knees,

Bitches ain't loyal man just like enemies,

"I got a gun on the low tho

and my shrink talk back with raised eye brows"

No apology, lots of powder, pardon me,

In the colony, everybody follow me,

We all up, yeah we all up, yeah we roll up, (eh ma)

Another track from the upcoming album - Tenderloin II

Lyrics:

Where have you been, tell me where have you been?

Calling this bitch may cause me a scene,

with no hesitation, lights are green,

and the shit is obscene when they pull up on lean,

Yeah am over the beam, above the concrete no sunscreen,

Fuck what I mean, and duck who I meet,

at any fucking price will stop Wolverine,

Then I stop Uberin', I rock and I roll and I pop on the scene,

Call the cops, call your pops, get'em all on the scene,

I ain't pop in the market, but soon ama be,

Now she poppin the P, she poppin the pussy like poppin a E,

yeah it pop for a louis bag, not a cup of tea,

getting up in that pussy till the time she's asleep,

Where have you been? My favorite medicine (x2)

Where have you been, tell me where have you been?

Everybody asking, Why you chose to leave?

Well I never left, I just chose to lead,

A pack of ten lions that I'd rather feed,

and dedicated to me,

Go against me, you debating a sea,

I talk like a gun, no appraisal to me,

I'll be caught in dimension C-137,

Take'em out like Tekken,

the doctor is sick and it cost me a lesson,

Be up on my shit like a bike with a peasant,

Blessings! none of you so special,

Outta my seat, I'll be up on my feet,

I'll be up on this shit just so satan could see,

I ain't talking to god, but he talking to me,

Now he copping my shit and that's how it be..

Intro to Tenderloin 2

Lyrics:

Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,

Pouring drinks, will never drink'em,

I'm just thinking about my income,

Every Friday it go shrinking,

I'm not thinking, let's just go,

When I'm thinking, it's just no,

Seems I won't be able to,

Quit this job before 52,

I got to pick a choice, before I pick at you,

and leav'em in a bloody shock like Pikatchu,

I got a ticket, so I take it to the cinema,

I'll put in, and trick'em all (trick a mall), I do the minimal (mini ma),

I could be down bad, but wouldn't sound bad,

and every after party, you could see me pound that,

I'm repping hiphop, no designer ripped top,

everybody's shit, and the clock go....

Moonwalk in flipflops, but not on tiktok,

I'm not a citizen, living in a big box,

Homi's getting rich and he getting all the big bucks,

Sitting on a milli like Biggie on the tip top,

You got to give it to me, I'm finna sell it bigger,

I'm getting full on blown in a broken mirror,

Hit'em with a flow, Ini mini mani mo,

Every penny in my pocket goes to someone that I owe,

I'll be topping the list of the most wanted hits,

I'm collecting your opinion but I wouldn't give a shit,

it's that living room chilling and I get the Benjamin,

Mixing Vodka and women till I get the pizza bill,

I'll be on my shit, and you all on my dick,

cause ain't nobody class, and its facts y'all sick..

Lyrics:

Chorus:

I'm keeping distance I'm not Mr. Asses kissing out,

We bring no cappin' every Sunday we'll be trappin' out,

They can't be trappin', soft like napkins, yet I wipe'em out,

Robbin' like Baskin', get the cream and watch it icing out,

Verse 1:

Troubling Batman in the phantom bumping MC Hammer,

Treating Monday like it's Sunday, now I fucking nap,

Put it in a package, finna go classic, now I fucking rap,

WTF happened? we were so glad bitch, now we're fucking sad,

You be so plastic, you be so fragile, so I gotta kick this out,

She'll be sarcastic, but I ain't stand it, when she said "pick this house",

Bitch I'm finna pick these hoes, then I'm finna light this L,

then I'm finna take pics with Rose, and I'll make those pics prevail,

I'm finna take shots all night, I'm finna take bucks online,

Cause I gotta bake ducks on lime, emulate the Picasso life,

For the tribe I'll do it twice, wouldn't die I'm in paradise,

I'm cracking up the ice, I'm hot like Jay-z wife,

King of diamonds in the phantom ain't no fucking problem,

If they asking about my meal I always keep that so precise,

and am all about'em brains like Einstein,

in comparison to yours I keep a tight rhyme,

Chorus:

I'm keeping distance I'm not Mr. Asses kissing out,

We bring no cappin' every Sunday we'll be trappin' out,

They can't be trappin', soft like napkins, yet I wipe'em out,

Robbin' like Baskin', get the cream and watch it icing out,

Verse 2:

Got the holy spirit, homeboy I just pull up with it,

Bitches think I got up in it, tax'em bitches for opinion,

back in school I didn't fit in, I just kiss'em then I fill'em,

Tell the truth you never listen, why your parents pay tuition,

Stay in prison, slaying rhythm, caught up on the top floor,

Duck a bitch, run a biz, all the way like 9-4,

I'll be like Pablo, with a bigger dick tho,

Yeah she was a stand up girl, but I made'er sit tho,

And I'm always all about them fucking Benjamins,

Pushing buttons, mixing weed and Nicotine,

Missile shopping, venom dropping, Kerosene,

That cherry poppin, cherish hoppin on the scene,

I see my vision clear cause'em eye drops,

We got more cheese and cream than a bite shop,

inactive like a captain at a flight stop,

I'm maybe useful in another life bruh,

Outta sight, in my mind, I ain't living dawg,

Just pop another half I ain't feeling dawg,

My mind is never blank, like a nerdy boy exam paper,

or a pencil case, big fat booty circle shape,

She'll be taking up the space, I'm just busy counting days,

Never sobered up since 8, those emotions been suppressed,

Explosive like grenade, grab your face mask and your vest,

had them run like a parade, and the clowns just got depressed,

They'll be stingy with the sauce, but I add more,

baby mama turned to widow cause the dad gone,

I just pull up, finna fill'em like a fat joint,

its not a different view, its just a different standpoint,

get it? you don't get it, its so sad, its so sad boy!!

Prod. By Bons

Lyrics:

Yeah I'm mean muggin,

cause that bitch talk alot and she's been buggin,

now whatchu mean nothing?

Your phone's been buzzin

I put the tip of my dick and now she need somethin,

left and Yameen suckin,

She's left on scene sucking,

I call'er brief cuffin,

She got the chief cummin,

I'm always beef cuttin,

then push the beam button,

She go to sleep rubbin,

Ama smash a sweet muffin,

Cream pie it real rugged, real rugged,

I'm in the telly fillin bellys with the cream, fuck it!

Your boy's still bluffin, still bluffin,

24 fuckin karats to the teeth stuff it,

I move it overboard, I'm never seen duckin,

I move it overboard, I gotta lean bucket,

like juiceworld, who's girl? seen suckin,

we serve it fuckin cold! ofcourse!

Who the fuckin boss?

who the fuckin nigga that be running over doors?

Jumping over walls, who the big boy?

Junky with the roll, junk food overdose, with the sauce,

Who the fuckin boss?

who the fuckin nigga that be running over doors?

Jumping over walls, who the big boy?

Junky with the roll, junk food overdose, Okay!

Lyrics:

Good morning!

Remind me, still remind me, still remind me,

Still kill a track & never show up at court,

Still hit'er back and never learned its false,

Still I'm intact with no harm at all,

yeah I need it back like Barbie need Sean,

Traffic popo losing control,

I mean Oh no! yo she's loco,

She told the whole world you ain't zoro,

down in sorrow, going loco,

Gun him down if he's running back,

Don't get in touch, ain't no coming back,

I said, gun him down if he's running back,

Don't get in touch, ain't no coming back,

and she's too high, she's a superstar,

Take it super far, she got a super heart,

Traffic popo, going loco,

I mean oh no, kick in mono,

Kiddish photo, fudging go pro,

Spinning fidgets, spinnin logo,

I don't run shit, we move in slow mo,

Still incarcerated oh no!

Got me stagnant, like a photo,

Y'all so washed up, toilet water,

Still kill a track & never show up at court,

Still hit'er back and never learned its false,

Still I'm intact with no harm at all,

yeah I need it back like Barbie need Sean,

Traffic popo losing control,

I mean Oh no! yo she's loco,

She told the whole world you ain't zoro,

down in sorrow, going loco,

Gun him down if he's running back,

Don't get in touch, ain't no coming back,

I said, gun him down if he's running back,

Don't get in touch, ain't no coming back,

and she's too high, she's a superstar,

Take it super far, she got a super heart,

Lyrics:

Trap like the boys in the bando,

Move on the beat no Tango,

Strapped to the feet with the thang tho,

Fucked that B in her asshole,

Homi coming in with the brass though,

Don't be so weird get the mask off, (من انت)

Get the mask off, creep on the beat get the cash yo!

Ama rap yo, full bag yo!

Stacks yo, keep my feels in the tank hoe!

Can't thank y'all, I just wanna eat all the sadness yo,

Real matches though, fact this hoe,

Ama shank this doll, break that neck, then I pamper hoes,

I got sandles on, moving in my house like a mansion hoe,

Got the banging on, sanction all up in my floor,

lyrics:

bitches coming thru, I aint even lookin for'em,

what they wanna do? I aint even wanna know,

them bitches playing hard 2 get, I aint falling 4 it,

them bitches playing hard 2 get, I aint falling 4 it,

A pretty thing and we motherfuckin kick it,

got her sippin on my lip, callin me a super villain now,

we acting, they fakin, they rap with no flavor,

I servem like caters, now open the gates up,

am getting paid by the hour, still didnt save up,

we back on the slaveships, great shit!!!

talking all that bullshit talk, I think thats my favorite!!

am posted back in my spaceship (idk shit),

I tell'er that am coming but am never showing up,

then kickem off the table so they wouldnt know wassup,

I booked it like a flight cause am not the brightest on earth,

might end up burning bridges when them bitches flip'em words,

I understand'em even when they standing under me,

I pussy damage, rip'em panties, leave'm wondering,

I got that shit that get your bitchea bussin out the speaker,

Wont keep that shit come take your bitch, am bussin underneath her,

We talkin bout lotta crap we dont understand,

if words made a difference I would rap about different things,

I got the cheese in the trunk, I aint calling back,

I got the weed in the blunt aint no fkn cap,

ducking the fakin, they talking to satan,

packin'em daily, stackin'em lately,

they rap with no flavor, think they sitting in the back,

best believe, best believe am coming for the fucking top,

finna takem out like a date but wont give a fuck, (get the fkn money),

they talking all that shit bout so & so,

but so & so had been 2 places that they didnt go,

am having breakfast no directors that I got to visit!!

I keep my soul and kick your door am taking every spirit,

like going fishing, I just get it get it get it get it,

not one condition ever stop it cause am on a mission,

finnessin through the snakes while I keep'em in my vision,

their wishes alway vicious, bars is short like midget prison !!

Beat by https://soundcloud.com/kmakesbeats

Bonus Track

https://soundcloud.com/c4-seefour

lyrics:

Finest ballers,

am with them finest ballers,

got that finest weed upon us kill that fkn chorus

Finest ballers,

am with them finest ballers,

got them trippin overseas I got them over borders,

Verse 1:

plz dont get bothered, took your daughter but am fkn sober,

I lit that pussy, bit that pussy,

guaranteed I show her,

I'm on the sofa, she said she coming so I went and brought her,

I pick that whore up then I'll drop her on my fkn boner,

that pussy sorta getting blessed when getting broader (brought up),

I bent them over, get them looking over shoulder (hold up),

I'm in the lead,

in your league am like a top scorer,

I'll beat your team, then make sure they dont forget my aura (hold up, hold up),

finest ballers, am with them finest ballers,

we're always showing up on time like your nearby chauffer,

finest ballers, am with them finest ballers,

always shooting like a license holder,

finest ballers am with them finest ballers,

wont move in order, always shooting like a license holder,

chorus:

Finest ballers,

am with them finest ballers,

got that finest weed upon us kill that fkn chorus

Finest ballers,

am with them finest ballers,

got them trippin overseas I got them over borders,

I get the stash, get to spazzin on that online forum,

I get the soda, get to falling like its only autumn,

y'all need to brag, even tho we know its hocus pocus,

yall missed the plan, and by missed I mean yall did not show up,

I get to flip out on that bitch until shes fucking on us,

that typa shit that make you feel legit, am fkn honest,

I got the bonus,

if you're looking for some mula, phone us!

am scoring headers like its Beckham on that fkn corner,

finest ballers, am with them finest ballers,

am making sure they getting pure like distillation column,

finest ballers, am with them finest ballers,

I keep the cure, doctor you wont even speak you'll follow,