1. |
And We're Back
01:22
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2. |
No More (ft. MC/DC)
03:41
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Perpetually agitated rappers, audacious, we dream bigger
Now, some hate because we furnished our space as it seemed fit
It took a little more weed, and for me, some malt liquor
To see the people that impeded our progress were all bitter
Salt's thicker when their flows get dried up, but we're higher up
Fuck a sea level, we see level to flyer stuff
DaDadoh's back with the heat, and it's got me fired up
Drawing ire from the uninspired who tried their luck
But couldn't do it, their tired stuff is such shitty music
Truth is, paper tigers with tiny claws can't make me pause
I earned my stripes in the cypher at shows with no applause
Now, I'm next to blow and my flow is notable only 'cause
I took it as a reason to grow, knowing that where I was is transitory
New Gutenberg, the movable type
Immutably bright, shine beyond consumable hype
Rick Rubin of Tempe producin', my dude's tight
coming out of left field, but it sounds so right, TVLiFE!
I really couldn’t tell a nigga why
You could neva get this fly
You could neva be like I
Why you living’ by and by
Know you could neva buy what we by boy
And I’m tryna keep things cool
But I got my pimp hand strong
While I’m tryna right my wrongs nothing left in my right
But a pen as i write these songs, I
Neva, neva, see ya’ll - never see ya’ll at these shows
Rollin’ wit a 10 like 4
3 mo minutes, ima need 2 mo', Ima need 1 mo' man
“Gon' ahead start that show”
Gritty like the San, no Fransico, but i been though
With my kinfolk, got fam round there in the land of the oaks
But u know what…
I ain’t gotta try no mo’
I ain’t gotta try no mo’
I ain’t tryna try no mo’
I ain’t gotta try no mo’,
I ain’t gotta try, you know I…
Only put the best shit out
Southwest but I’m really from the south
And I get the money, keep da money round’ my mouth
Big talk, so u know that i keep a large amount
Nigga hit a train down to central ave
I’m on TV lookin’ like my dad
And I always, order pizza naked, full of lust, no Fab what they know bout it
Nothing at all, wish i could call
The voice of reason, up in they skull
But all in all, You should hang it up
Cuz it’s off the wall,
My shows make da newspaper
Yo shows be a dumbwaiter
Skate shoes but u not a skater
Hate you, so guess I’m a hater
But wait up…
I ain’t gotta try no mo’
I ain’t gotta try no mo’
I ain’t Tryna try no mo’
I ain’t gotta try no mo’,
I ain’t gotta try, you know i…
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3. |
Lonesome (ft. Mr.UU)
04:51
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I been riding’ by my lonesome
I been mixing up that potion
I been all up on my own bruh
My momma say she worried cuz these women got me open
I stop asking to put it down on yo shows
Linked up wit a clique and started my own
This v.i.p., u do not belong
Raised in VA but flow like I’m from Oakland
Hold on, hold up
I feel a lot ppl get it but somehow it’s still never enough
Been a minute? young homie it’s not rush
I’m like a dentist, ya brody been scrappin’ up’
TVLiFE, yeah thats the formula
Klay Thompson, I’m a warrior
And u just gotta face it bruh
TVLiFE a movie and the whole thing be starring us
I been riding’ by my lonesome
I been mixing up that potion
I been all up on my own bruh
My momma say she worried cuz these women got me open
It's that lonely shit I be on,
I'm driving through the streets of neon
It's that lonely shit I be on, I'm dressing like a black European.
Just leave me alone, I won't answer my phone.
I been riding’ by my lonesome
I been mixing up that potion
I been all up on my own bruh
My momma say she worried cuz these women got me open
Man, i make commercials
And i'on e'en watch em'
Took time, put my show together before I got one
Lost my job and I lost it
So I gotta make my money off this music
My momma love me so much she gave me 3 names
Then I gave myself 2 mo and craved a lane
Yellin’ everything I rep, I got no shame
DaDa got his mind on dough, no John or Jane
Planes, Birds, Astronauts; we like the same thing
They music be an after thought that I forgot man
Talk about guns in yo songs but they do not bang
Wonder when da passion drop will i maintain
Wonder if I loved me lot? would i been da same?
Wait until my album drop and fuck the whole scene
…I'm thinkin’ (I’m thinkin’)
Wait until my album drop and fuck the whole scene
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4. |
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I like you
You like me?
You kinda cute
I know just what you like
And I got just what you need
I know just what you like girl
and I got that yes indeed
Said I know just what you like
And I know just what you need
And I know just waht you got
And I got that yes indeed
And I know just what you like
Got me thinkin' bout pursuing you
The two of us and the things I could do with you
We ain’t even meet girl, so who is you
Never mind ya name, ya so beautiful
Shoulda knew, she was gonna get me hype
In this TV life, wanna be my TV wife
She hot as fuck - CoCo,while I’m cool like Ice
But they don’t wanna be be right?
And I know just what you like
And I got just what you need
And I know just what you like girl
And I got that yes indeed
Said I know just what you like
And I know just what you need
And I know just what you got
And I got that yes indeed
And I know just what you like
The sun gon' shine forever
If u move to The Valley of the Sun in the middle of the desert
Better bring an umbrella
If we go, we gon' be gone together
With a lust that’ll last forever
Up next,
Drop ya drapes
Pick up the pace
Look, in ya face while you say my name
No shame, Mommy got a frame
Best believe got me on that thang
And i know some say
A lot about what i say
How I’m cut like yo man cocaine
He don’t love you
Snd I know u go to A.S.U.
But you don't see 'em do it how I do
Girl i wanna just
Smoke a blow and watch the sunrise
Eat a burger, with a soda on the side
Little bit of fries with some seasoning
Drinks and they freezin'
Love ya 'til the day that ya leave me
(said I know just what you like girl)
I know just what you like
I know just what you need
Said I know just what you like girl
And I got that yes indeed
Said I know just what you like
I know just what you need
Said I know just what you got girl
And I got that yes indeed
Said I know just what you like
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5. |
Do It
04:19
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She just wanna real one
Spend a lil' time wit a villain
Black eye pea - boy got a feelin'
O.p.p. when it come to millions
This one...
Type you gotta get like
Ain't been a muhfugga who done got right
I done got my own lane but i just might
Drive the whole fucking thing over black ice
But this ain't black right?
Blackout, woke up just to find out
If i look up while they all look around
Bet everybody around it gonna feel me now
I ain't even wanna hit, i ain't even tryin' see just a lil' bit
How you saying that we only just friends
When you telling me let's do it again
She just want to do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl do it again
Girl do it again
Girl do it again
Till' she can't no more
She just wanna tell a nigga hold that
Took a picture on my phone of the moment
I ain't even know she was on that
Grown folks only know where my dome at
She just wanna blaze up, be dicked down, take shots, is we hookin' up, i Guess we are, is you guess we are, i guess...
She just wanna go out, be seen, take pics
Drink so much nigga drivin' her whip, she on her phone and shit
She on her phone
We just wanna get laid, get paid
Fuck anybody that be throwing shade cause i'm gonna be up in the pussy 'till i'm in my grave
She just wanna do me
She just want to do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl do it again
Girl do it again
Girl do it again
'til she can't no more
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6. |
Real Good (ft. Kali Kal)
03:56
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She love me real good
Swear she love me real good
She love me real good
Know she love me real….
(hold up)
She love me real good
Swear she love me real good
Swear a nigga neva met a girl this fine
I prolly be a minute,
Gotta my time (she she)
I know this shawty, she gon' 'sholy, blow me (real good)
She came like fourty, maybe fifty off the tippy
I’m in Tempe, not on Tinder
Mix it up, don’t need no blender
…the future’s fuckin 'rama' and I’m awesome like I’m Bender
Dip in that jacuzzi
Thong all in her booty
She take a ton of classes
But she just wanna teach me
Who he? Boy i ain’t a newbie
Keep the flag waving’
Cuz i stay up on my duty, wanna do me (she, she)
She love me real good
Swear she love me real good
She love me real good
Know she love me real….
(hold up)
She love me real good
Swear she love me real good
Swear a nigga neva met a girl this fine
I prolly be a minute,
Gotta my time (she she)
(Kali Kal)
(TVLiFE, screen it, yo)
Hair tied, chillin' with no makeup
She gives no fucks
TVLiFE E.N.T. (screen it)
Yep, you know us
She the best with it
Never had a woman have sex like this (represent)
Split legs and shit (O.M.G.)
This heavenly body is straight heaven sent
Do I love this shit?
Definite
Hit it from the back...
Her hair my first...
Pounding that...
Told her look back
She spun her head like 'The Exorcist' (Lawd)
And I'm lovin' the way she put it down like that
If I had my choice of death?
That pussy wet?
Yes
I would drown like that.
She love me real good
Swear she love me real good
She love me real good
Know she love me real….
(hold up)
She love me real good
Swear she love me real good
Swear a nigga neva met a girl this fine
I prolly be a minute,
Gotta my time
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7. |
In College
02:36
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I only fuck with girls in college
(I say i…i say i…)
(And she be going all out)
She fuck wit me because I’m honest
(And we be going all night)
She sayin'...
She say she
All out of options,
Need tuition?
I’m yo sponsor
Say you got a couple demons?
I think you got a couple monsters girl
And I know you got that awesome
Queen frame
Her highness
If I had to grade you on them curves
I be all that you minus in college
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8. |
Get You Away
03:13
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I’m tryna get you away from here (get you out girl)
Let me take you away
I wanna take you away
I wanna take you away
When I wake up in morning, she the first thing on my mind
It’s been awhile, since i seen her, but i swear it’s bout that time
Take some time, have a seat
Put them legs up, rest yo feet
Take a trip down to my city
We could go to Tempe Beach
Or we could shoot right through Vegas
Mob over to Cali
Make love way down in Bisbee
Or right here in The Valley
Girl you probably should keep yo arms around me
You just think I’m tryna get it in
I’m just tryna get you out
I’m tryna get you away from here (get you out girl)
Let me take you away
I wanna take you away
I wanna take you away
You actin’ like you know me but i swear you really don’t
Hell yeah i’d prolly wanna fuck you
Name a man who say he won’t
(Stayed) persistent ’til den digits came
Locked u down without a ring
You broke it off and changed yo mind
Then turned around and said that I changed
(You…know)
You know it’s all sentimental now
This started off as a demo, wow
Now it’s gettin’ played in the limo, how? (did i change?)
You know it’s all in my mental now
Think need a minute to figure it out
I could watch u dance in the mirror now
(while i’m making it rain)
I’m tryna get you away from here (get you out girl)
Let me take you away
I wanna take you away
I wanna take you away
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9. |
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Bitch I'm Kowasahki Trappin'
I'm the man in your city, bitch don't ask me how it happened
Black man with the spirit of the samurai
Rurouni kenshin man slayer battousai
I'm a ghost I gotta feel like I've just died
Gotta see with my mind ,not be fooled by my eyes .
Creepin thru the dark forest take you by surprise
You can't even tell how long you'll survive.
My superb vocals will have you running in circles
The words they will approach you and do what they're supposed to do.
My katana, my wakazashi is all I need but these niggaz still tryina pop me And stop thee lyrical technique if you sweat me
Then I pull my sword out my sheath then I unleash!
Bitch I'm Kowasahki Trappin'
I'm the man in your city, bitch don't ask me how it happened
Took the rail tot he plug
Then a lift back to the trap
I don't Uber no more cause I know they tacking that
Now atch me hop up on a bike
Got the work up in a nap
My girl do what she like
And she know I got her back
I made a rack up off my Mac
Making hits I lay em' flat
On a compact disc and sell that shit
I still insist...
Bitch I'm Kowasahki Trappin'
I'm the man in your city, bitch don't ask me how it happened
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10. |
All This (ft. Curt Flo)
04:19
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Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
(Boy I'm higher than the planet god dammit)
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
(Boy I'm higher than the planet god dammit)
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and they can't understand it
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and they can't understand it
and I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't complaining.
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and they can't understand it.
Fucking baby mommas till I'm running out of condoms.
Nigga voted for Obama.
Do it like my daddy, but I'm living cause of my momma.
Graduated street Harvard.
Buzz it line it up.
Feelin' like a barber.
Hungry in the game, but I'm eating off the profits.
Shoulda went to real college, but a nigga like me had too many real problems.
I make these blunts kief'd and these J's neat
and this hash spliff'd upon my lips.
Smoking a gang of shit.
Come roll a bit.
I'm on the list.
Holdin' on the P like my name was Pusha T.
Nigga move that dope, if you don't take a seat.
Always getting high, while you barely getting by and you rap nigga?
I don't know why.
I...I'm...
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
(Boy I'm higher than the planet god dammit)
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
(Boy I'm higher than the planet god dammit)
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and they can't understand it
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and they can't understand it
and I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't complaining.
Shorty talking spanish.
Put it in her anus.
Gave a lot of head, so you know she far from brainless.
Know the pussy famous from the mold to the fragrance;
be a shame to be the only one to taste it.
Put it on a pedestal; plate it and arrange it.
Treat it like a vegetable; steam it up then ate it.
Pussy be the master; another form of slavery
and I'm whippin' it, I'm whippin' it like Django for that lady
and my business be my business; give a fuck about a rating.
Venues going under; so it's fuck a gig ain't paying.
I don't really care what the reason they saying.
Irony is you don't care about these statements.
'Paper be the motive' swear I read that in a paper.
If you having paper problems it's cause you a fucking hater.
Instead of your job, you stay on vacation;
wondering what's wrong and why your girl wanna date me.
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
(Boy I'm higher than the planet god dammit)
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
(Boy I'm higher than the planet god dammit)
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and they can't understand it
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and they can't understand it
and I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't complaining.
Cherrys stay red like tomatoes
C4 OG from San Diego
Party on the beach hot box the Winnebago
If you ain't a vet get stuck like some Legos - ya dig
Spliffs are my preference of cig
Constantly smoking like bob Marley did
Only leafs I know are zigs
Purchase personal zips you ain't smokin like this
One dab will do-ya
Two hits will glue- ya
If you take 3 then that wax is gonna rule ya
My leaves never change colors with the seasons
But I swear you gon fall if you breath it in
Cuz I stay rollin zig zags nigga that's the reason
Sour steamin wiz Khalifin decibel peakin
Momma creepin kids is sleepin
Make sure to roll it with keef in
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
(Boy I'm higher than the planet god dammit)
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
(Boy I'm higher than the planet god dammit)
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't understand it
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and they can't understand it
Man, I'm smoking all this reefer and they can't understand it
and I'm smoking all this reefer and I can't complaining.
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11. |
Silly Freestyle
04:20
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Is you the one
No, I'm the two
Cause I'm a coming straight for your throat
Who the fuck is you?
I be that
Young killer
Psych, no really though
Unless it be the mike then I give ya'll that deadly flow
I just looking at the backwards
And that's the past
And I'm a bastard
I'm on a skateboard
But not really no mo'
Cause I done fucked up and hit the curb and I'm like 'Oh!'
That's the same ol' song
Mother fuckers tellin' me 'Ay, yo we get along'
Ay yo, Ay yo, Ay yo
That's like a lot of vowels
From the east coast
Then the beat go...
That be that bass line
Shout out to Mr.UU
Like every time
Coming with that Jamaican flow that make them women whine
Ya homey sippin' wine
I'm in the magazine but not the one that's 'Time'
I'm in that other one
The one you ain't seen
Cause it's like fourty dollars a pop and I ain't even got one
So I gave it to my momma momma
Then you can say I know know know know
I 'on't even know what I just say now
And I got the beat and then they give me dough
Cause I act and then I'm mention in that show
And I got this crazy, crazy ass flow
And these niggas they tellin' me just where to go
And you know...
I'm probably at the spot gettin' burritos with Cheetos and other shit
But they don't believe me though
It's all gravy
I got that potato
Mother fuckers tell me 'Is you really hard boiled?"
I be like "Naw nigga. I'm east coast spoiled."
That mean I'm on a plane twice a day
Fuck what they say
Cause that's the motherfuckin' layover
Give me this beer nigga
I'm probably hungover
And take that sip
Yo, this really real
Is that spit?
No, homey I just chill
No Netflix
I need yo chick
Tell her come through
My legs is really sore
I need massages
And never mind all of that garbage
I'm talking they music
They know who do this
Yo, I do this
Why I even say that
You already knew this
Oh! Who is...
Coming with that blues shit
Cause I'm really from The South
And I'm coming from that ho house
And she always give me mouth
And I'm coming in that Uber
Or I'm probably in a Lyft
I'm just sippin' on some bew
And I'm just trying to spit some shit
I'm just trying spit some shit x3
We just trying to spit some shit
This that southwest living
West coast chillin'
Now i'm on the border
I know they think I'm illin'
Boy I got that feelin'
That's really Disney
I'm hittin' on that
That's really clumsy of me
I got them guns
Not the ones that go "POW POW POW"
The ones that go "PIFT"
That's that air soft shit
You don't know how I live
We in that backroom
The other room
Not the one to the right
The one's that's coming up soon
When you coming down the hallway
Each and every day day
Ay, yo what them niggas say?
Them niggas said some bullshit
Them niggas on that bullshit
What these niggas doing then?
The beat never stop nigga
This gon' be the extended
(Ay)
DaDadoh
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12. |
What I Got
04:02
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I'm about to burn down a building tonight off of this one.
Let me tell you what i got
I’m tryna tell you what i got
I got my grandma looking out for me
Poppin’ off at every venue where the people be
Yo, I'm known to go so hard
They be like oh god
Rollin' never fell off
Like a beast from the dead
Out my bed
Made a noise that they said
Was the best, I am fed
Into the light, not the lead
Sharp tooth like my mind
The man is never dying
Forever be the timeline
They know I’m never lying
Never out of line
If its time to put things together
They know that i took my time
Took the time
Never gave it back
But it’s not a crime
Feelings never felt
Now I gotta melt
Thin lines
Equate to a fate
They forsake
I forgave
Unforeseen
Unafraid
Unabashed
Best misbehaved
Long hair, prolly never shave
Feelings from a grave
Half man, half man ablaze
These boys they don’t know me
Sweatshirts like an oldie
Grown men couldn’t own me
Without a cell ya still phony
(Hold up)
Wait a minute...
(Hold up, Hold up)
I got the music, I’ll never lose it
I got my family, They always understand me
I got some groceries...hopefully
I got my homies, they never leave me lonely
Is this the old me
Or a clone I see
What was I suppose to be
Impossible, possibly?
I got the music, I’ll never lose it
I got my family, They always understand me
I got some groceries...hopefully
I got my homies, they never leave me lonely
Do that
TVLiFE
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13. |
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Never invite whack people to my shows anymore
You ain't on the guest list
Stay away from pessimist
Stuck at the door cause the doorman won't let you in
Then again not to offend you can't attend
I can't hang around with losers cause all I do is win
In a circle - you ain't in it
I'm my only competition
Surround myself with thoughts like mine
Don't got no time for different
Isn't the two of you who can't decide
I'm tri-polar man, I swear
It's just me, myself and I and I...
Never invite whack people to my shows anymore
Rap game V.I.P.
Know my life is roped off
Telling people that you know me
But I never met you girl
So over hoes that come to shows
Just to drink and pose in clothes
I know, I know it's just for fun but fuck you bitch I'm over ya
Notice I'm the only one who's focused
When it comes to the control of small emotions
Man whack people are atrocious
Taking moments with no motives
I can't stand it and you know it
I just try and keep my distance cause the systems always broken
Doors open but they close to those with no devotion
I'm trying to do a show and you think it's all commotion
I'm hoping security somewhere in here tonight
And if they not, on second thought, man I'll probably be alright cause I...
I never invite whack people to my shows anymore
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