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1. |
FLAVAZ
02:59
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Man, I came all the way over east, man
They say they had that shit
I ain't seen it yet, shit
The f*ck?
This shit is f*cking ass right here
Hold on, what the f*ck is that shit?
Damn!
Hey, Welcome to FLAVAZ
(Huh)
(Huh)
Eastside!
ESC n***a
(Huh)
(We drippin all different FLAVAZ)
(Huh)
(We drippin all different FLAVAZ)
(Huh)
I don't even know what the f*ck to get?
(Huh)
2024 I was just focused on
Really building team n****a,
This year bout ROI's
See investments really building green n***a,
I can feel the energy through the microphone serpent you a snake n***a,
Ain't no need to have a conversation
You a pum pum
You a fake n***a,
All you n****s breakin all the codes
God hit me son get back to work
These shorties 14 ain't toting
No toy guns no f*cking Nerfs
Any n***a that cross the line
To the other side dawg they fuckin burnt,
If yo ass aint rappin bout shit
you really did you a fucking nerd,
Time to separate the n****s
That really do it dawg
n***a from the therms
I was raised over east watching
uncle cluck out on the f*ckin curb,
Papa Robin Taylors
Mama Ida B. Wells dawg
But they made it work
Illest nigga on the scene
And I mean every single
Motherf*cking word
Im back to the basics
Yall just been complaining
Built a wave now
Watch a n***a surf
N***a quit debating
Recoe been amazing
Only greatness watch
A n***a flirt
F*ck the deprivation
Deep in meditation
I'm just praying when
A n***a hurt
Ain't no hesitation
Tap back in just to
Pull my n***a back up out the dirt
(Put me in the booth, man)
(Man Recoe we finna get rich g)
(Whatever we do man)
(Im telling you, We finna get rich)
(Whatever we do Cuz)
(Its finna be us bruh, its finna be us)
(Simple as that)
(We drippin all different FLAVAZ)
(Huh)
(We drippin all different FLAVAZ)
(Huh)
(We drippin all different FLAVAZ)
(Huh)
(We drippin all different FLAVAZ)
(Huh)
(We drippin all different FLAVAZ)
(Huh)
Slide out west with me baby girl and try these FLAVAZ
What you wanna do?
I need a-
I need a eastside ass n***a
Like for real
What the f*ck type of-
F*ck you mean?
(Why Recoechi?)
(Look up Recoechi)
(Give it up for my man Recoechi!)
(Recoe!)
(Recoechi!)
(Drippin)
(Drippin)
(Drippin)
(Drippin)
(FLAVAZ)
(What's up Recoe?)
(Recoe!)
(Every verse was fire)
How the f*ck do y'all expect
A motherf*cker to choose
With too many f*cking options bro
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2. |
DA GODLY
02:22
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Say do we got God up in the building?
We got God up in the building?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Come take a seat
Come take a seat up at the table
Its time to eat
Ultra,
I'm feeling impulsive,
Feel like I'm finally ready to
Read off my scars aint
Feeling repulsive,
Feel like these pivotal moments
Of life with difficult level on Ultra,
God just sending me tools
The number one rule
Develop my culture,
Like If I just tell em my story
Consuming the blues
And losing my focus,
I can't fake a facade
Or paint a mirage
Like I ain't had feelings
That's hopeless,
I symbolize the human attitudes
Through FLAVAZ,
Sometimes become dark crater,
When you deep in that darth vader
And you forget to use light saber,
See Recoe a life saver,
But aint never been no sucker n***a,
I pray to God to please heal all
Of my cluckin n****s,
F*ck them graves I wanna see
Us go vertically
Between the streets and conscious rap
I walk the line perfectly
I got this itch its perc'n me,
That people want that real shit
Its a gap in rap
And I'ma fill that b*tch urgently
Like Hercules, I had to balance
Out the Hades,
That fame make niggaz crazy
I just know it wont sedate me but,
All things
good or bad
usually
work together
it may not
make sense
at first
but it's
all in perspective
What you gon' do when they come for you?
(What you gon' do when they come for you?)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
(What you gon' do when they come for you?)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
(What you gon' do when they come for you?)
What you gon' do when they come for you
For you
For you
For you
For you
For you
They can spit that kill shit,
I'm here for the healing,
Tell you pop a pill shit,
That resort to drilling
Rap game a bunch of drug addicts
A bunch of n****s influencing
Shordies that they'll never
Be more than above average
Im from the city corners need
Cleaning round the way
And the superstars they pack up
And they go move to LA
I came with these messages
Universe sending us
I know we God descendant
It's only 5 percent of us
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3. |
CONCENTRATION USA
02:19
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Welcome to FLAVAZ
Enough about the hopes
And dreams this shit about that paper
I'm bout to buss that water like a
N***a went in labor
The walking holy temple dawg
You might just need a savior
These shordies shooting poles
They aint riding no fucking razors
Its death tolls that count souls
Keep track of all the traitors
They tote poles that make holes
That blow the size of craters
Don't be talking bout the
The raq' if you ain't never seen equator
Shordies rob you with them straps
You better look out for your neighbor
Im over east dont pitty no fools
Mr. Plain White Tee's
Promoting no school
I mean its safe to say the
Villains made from
Concentration USA
The microwaved and minute maid
Pop rap controlling all a phase I
See I recognize how this rap image
May be nice but
these n****s ain't never
Been back to their hoods
Or touched it twice,
Then they hop up on these youtubes
Fried and lie about their life,
I can't help but feel entitled dawg
To give these souls a slice
Walkin livin christ
This really How I was made up shordy
Look what I made up out myself
Out mama basement shordy
Just Gimme 5 years dawg naw fuck that
Ima be there shortly
Come get a toke of these
It hit like the blow
Welcome to FLAVAZ n***a
Yeah, yeah
Welcome to FLAVAZ n***a
Yeah, yeah
Welcome to FLAVAZ n***a
Yeah, yeah
Welcome to FLAVAZ n***a
AMERICAN PIE
Damn! Aye shorty
Oh my f*cking God this b*tch bussin!
I'm coming back!
They need a ramp though, but I'm coming back!
On everything I love
They got that shit in this motherf*cker
What the hell?
Tee Tee, what you talking bout?
We work this hard and ain't even make it nowhere.
They talking about American Pie
Excuse me, excuse me
Tee Tee, excuse me
-crowd noises-
You know what they got you out here consuming?
Gas! I just got it, FLAVAZ!
You even know where you from for real?
Chicago!
Do you know, do you know your roots?
Let me tell you.
We been vapor
Been magic in vein
Gold mine
Lineage of the sun and ain't it like the darkness
To try and sap the light
Reminisce on where we come from
What made us
Why crave a piece of the pie
That was never intended for you?
Here, the heat is kept on
And under pressure
Disgusted by our dishes
Just to use the same ingredients then gentrify our recipes
Call it home
Home cooked
Sell it for more than its worth
To those that they deem worthless like
We don't make up 90 percent of the filling
Feeling like we gotta work harder just for crumbs
Leftovers
While they gorge themselves on the sweetness
We're baked into a rut
Then we rise
And demand a seat at the table
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5. |
PIE feat Moyana
03:22
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(Just for a slice)
The cars
Clothes
The hoes
The money
The women
the n****s
The goofies
the b*tches,
Fi Fa Foe
To get this
Giant slice of soul
Pie
Pie
Pie
Ask my baby what's a revolutionary?
She aint have no answers
So I had some questions,
These days be reactionary
She like getting pampered
Feel like Luther Vander
One night only planner
Start to feel like I mishandled
Lust up on a mantel
Dancing with a devil
Stuck on IG handles
Selling shapes that I just vandal
F*ckin' off the sample
Oven baked the son
Just sing the f*cking mantra
The cars
Clothes
The hoes
The money
The women
the n****s
The goofies
the b*tches,
Fi Fa Foe
To get this
Giant slice of soul
Pie
Pie
Pie
In this spinning sphere
Who should we just fear,
With 85 deaf and blind
There can be no compromise
Who am I to criticize
Or tries to justifies
When I's myself feels the high's
From all in which that I despise
I get a call my cousin shug
I'm like what is it
He said I see you boots on ground
You uniting the trenches
He said cuzzo be safe
Cause them niggaz still be killin'
For them it really don't make no
Difference I know for peace
Thats what you wishing
Dive deep in intuition
All the tribal leaders gone
Gang structure no survival
With these insane generations
You know all this bloodshed
On the everyday basis
They pulling up spraying houses
Even children faces
Its all for devil cake
Don't have the love to integrate
Troubled souls not in the grave
They walk the earth disintegrate
Devil work to penetrate
Open legs and closed minds
Said it ain't no compromise
This b*tch look like a jordan line for the
The cars
Clothes
The hoes
The money
The women
the n****s
The goofies
the b*tches,
Fi Fa Foe
To get this
Giant slice of soul
Pie
Pie
Pie
What is this
All about
All the money
All the clout
Everybody's
Holding out
Holding out
Holding out
What is this
All about
All the money
All the clout
Everybody's holding out
Everybody's holding out
What is this
All about
All the money
All the clout,
Everybody's
Holding out
Holding out
Holding out
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6. |
GOLDEN feat JazStarr
03:13
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I got karats inside
Da lions pride
I said he golden
Baby be VV vibing
See she shining
Yeah she golden
Ima be home for a while
Let's have a good time
And let's be golden
I just wanna free my mind
And catch this glide
And now we rollin
N****s in da streets right now
They toting that fire said they smoking
I was over east on the 9 just had 3/5
And that was blowing
I was 16 freestyling backseat
Good weed With a cup of the coldest
We would treat the weed like the
Little coffee bean break it down
Got a blunt of the folgers
N****s on the scene right now
They just steal each other style
Deep down they bogus
Now we rollin round with this
Shit up on repeat
Cause I never copped out chosen
N***a I can tell you ain't never hit a lick
But you writing songs
Rapping bout it posing
Straight up out trenches
B*tch Im made in the image
I'ma show you
What's the definition golden
Work every day
Got cuz on my face
Kings blood in my trace
That shit wont erase
Yall foils they been flied they get
Bold by day
I know royals my insides got gold on my plate
I got karats inside
Da lions pride
I said he golden
Baby be VV vibing
See she shining
Yeah she golden
Ima be home for a while
Let's have a good time
And let's be golden
I just wanna free my mind
And catch this glide
And now we rollin
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7. |
GIANT LEAPS feat femdot.
05:05
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What the f*ck we doing
All the shit we doing
God got this shit moving
God just get me through it like
What the f*ck we doing
All this shit we proving
God got this shit moving
God just get me through it like
What the f*ck we doing
All this shit we doing
God got this shit moving
God just get me through it like
What the fuck we doing
All the shit we doing
God got this shit moving
God just get me through it like
Mhm
Raw shit, I know,
N***a bout to walk shit
Raw shit raw shit raw shit I know
N***a just talk shit
Can't hear em' got lost
In the mosh pit,
Fee fee fa foe in the mouth
Feet came
From the cult
boots swang
Bet watch what you saying
When you call my name
Said I kick new flame
The birth of new Kang
Ain't no peace
The ruckus Wu-Tang
Dipped in the thang
All black the Bruce Wayne
Said that ain't my bitch
But this my new thang
They my story
Could wand in on some
Millions said
Orlando kick that magic
Got this
David copper feeling
I said
What the fuck we doing
All the shit we doing,
God got this shit moving
God just get me through it like,
What the fuck we doing
All this shit we proving,
God got this shit moving
God just get me through it like
What the fuck we,doing
All this shit we doing
God got this shit moving
God just get me through it like
What the fuck we doing
All the shit we doing,
God got this shit moving
God just get me through it like,
We are so far from heavenly,
Askin God for the empathy
Still I crush up this Remedy
Im gone spark up this therapy
VERSE 2:
My heart not what they assume,
I get so consumed,
Im a black sheep,
Got a lot of Me's
What they tellin me,
I got an attitude,
I gotta lie to me
Gotta lie to people,
Gotta play the game,
Gotta pick a lane,
That Not Part of me
But pardon me
Im an Anomaly,
So fuck that shit
Got a problem with me
can take that shit
Right outside with me
Watch a nigga build a cult
In time you'll see,
The Fans coming in a bulk
With pride to see
A nigga just buss the
Flows not privacy,
No lie Im guilty of
Music Amnesia with yall,
No I don't remember you,
I don't intend to,
Got some more other shit
Stuck on my mental,
pressing a button
If they gotta fix you
Fixing a mag for
Reporting the issue,
Gone Run shit and lap shit
You hope for time elapse shit,
You need to simmer down
And scribble on some bars
Not ad-libs,
B*tch Recoe out this atlas,
I tried to tell these niggaz
Femdot's Verse:
Lord knows I been sinning like a motherf*cker
Like God forgive me!
Lord knows industry full of blood suckers
Damn near need garlic with me.
But I - been doing this since conference with the parents and teachers and shit
That had heaters and heaters way before hellcats, SRT's, and demon's and shit
But we still ride it
Till the wheels fall off
Till the steering wheel lock
Till the car won't start, -
Like what you mean by that
What you mean, I'm still bout it
Cause I know folks who still pray to change their situation
But if you know what I know then you know I'm gonna get them all up out it
Still up in Chicago
Talking real Chicago
To get revenge like I was (desperado)
For all the people in this b*tch who I know
Live through the things that I do
Cause if we ain't making shit shake
Then what the f*ck are you alive for?
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8. |
MOMENTS
03:15
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I aint got time for the gimmicks,
Mufukas know I caint relate to
Mental midgets,
Im bout swipe they plates dawg
Im hungry bout the digits
And I might go celibate dawg
I aint fuckin with these bitches,
Women on my bumper
I just bump em out the way
They calls declined the call is mine
I might just fuck today
I know some niggqz throw it all
Away like fuck today
If you think you bout to talk cray
Point some fingers in my face,
What the fuck you thought it was,
Fuck around and catch a slug
Im cut from cloth I roll with cuz
That demon time its in our blood,
You a fiction rapper please stop
With the cappin,
You aint even pose to shake up
When yo ass be dappn,
Im from the chi city where nigga
Moments get to clapping,
But naw this aint the boondocks
Dawg you caint rewind what happens,
That shit be drastic God
I try to avoid the madness,
But we grew up on that Sosa
So we bound about that action,
I be about the peace but
stupid Niggaz want the traction,
Gone multiply the bullets
Divide the nigga to a fraction
Niggaz asking Rec what happened
Thought it was all black
But Some niggaz a never get it
Dawg and thats just all facts
HOOK:
And thats just all facts
Some niggaz a never get it dawg
And thats just all facts
Im in this all black tell niggaz to fall back
I got something for all that
We got something for all that
All That
VERSE 2:
We got something for all that,
That caint be no written yall
Spitting its all whack
That corn originality, mortal bar fatality
Got Niggaz on these blocks and they
Push me to make a salary,
No investors please Im tryna remain at ease,
Before I hit these blocks with thieves
For hunnid G’s
These Niggaz know my creed My genes and dungarees,
I got it in my bloodline
To fiend for whats the need
I Turned another chapter in my life
Gave these hoes a slice
And cut em off for good
It aint no knock knock woodi
If you had em then you would
If you have em then you should
It Aint no foots in doors you bitches
Get that understood
We Slamming doors on
bitches and we slamming
Doors on niggaz
You was in my past life
my future may not enter
I spit the pastor verbs
And mastered words
l spit the Flint’a
I had my dick in dirt
And bussed on Mothers earth placenta nigga
Cause Im the center nigga
HOOK:
And thats just all facts
Some niggaz a never get it dawg
And thats just all facts
Im in this all black tell niggaz to fall back
I got something for all that
We got something for all that
All That
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9. |
Interruption
03:10
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Look fuck what you feelin
Spitting bold nigga cold with
The penicillin
TWritten Gold niggaz old
Pen wont hit a ceiling
Wikipedia my city they
Paint us as villains
Fuck the media these
Niggaz out here really drilling
Just the rat pack of tyrants
Whose souls they stealing
Got to peeling with the magnum
He sentenced now that nigga
Skipping chapters
Done took they hopes and
Dreams turning niggaz into casper poof,
Its a ghost town
Im high power puffin ghostface
Killa clouds
Shooting for the stars so I land
Up in the clouds
Im betting on myself dawg
Im triple double down
Been kicking flavas since there
Wasnt nobody around,
You know that mic dripping
Tryna give yall ass a leak
Cause Im bout to burst this bitch
Everytime I switch the beat bitch,
Interruption, I just broadcast static
What a broad introduction,
Bout to bring all the muscle
Me and God come strong,
With the code we thuggin,
We seek cause love em
I just got so high when I lost my cousin
Just flipped a 180 now Im doing my shit
Flick a pose now these hoes mclovin
Caint move like a dummy
Sit back we patient know
That shit comin,
Slight jog but im runnin,
God pullin all the strings
If he yank no rushing,
I touched land in the mother,
Came right back home to
The hood they bussin,
Said these lil shorties clutching,
But I still gotta give em the grace I,
Woke up this morning
Got God on my side
We gone bless up today
Bitch I'm demon deprived
Gotta hustle today
I got things on my mind
Just To show you this message
Enclosed from divine,
If he lying in rappin
Imposing the fine
I caint stand all you niggaz
Thats posing for crimes,
You are witnessing greatness
My shit be sublime,
Ima always expose
All the truth in ya lies,
Say you spinning blocks
Like you turning on something,
You love all that fame
Like you yearning for something
When Recoe on track he be
Burning on something,
When you hop on tracks
They be searching for something,
Im clicked up with God
Nigga caint tell me nothing,
These days it just feel like
The purge all of sudden
These internet trolls out
They Scoping and gunnin
Against all the odds
Know the soldiers is
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TWILIGHT FEELIN IN MY SOUL
SPIRITS IN ME SIPPIN ON THIS DRANK,
I GOTTA GET EVEN WITH MY SHROOMS
SO IT GOT ME PUFFIN ON THIS DANK
BABY SAID SHE WANNA TAKE A CRUISE
TOLD HER COME AND HOP UP
ON THIS SHIP
Sauces and the juices they just ooze
You know I got the microphone drip.
Microphone Drip
Microphone Drip
Said we drip drip dripping in this b*tch
God steelo dripping out the pores
I know my spirit rich
Out of pocket
Mike Vick be my dawgz I might
Just got call a blitz
We been peaceful officer
We dont wanna cracker ritz
Mike Jackson he turned casper
Then he shifted
Intertwined with Pac
Came back down inside
My body sickest mix
Got Flavaz like the trix
For the silly rabbit laughin rappin cappin
flabbergasted from a pageant on my d*ck
So go grab yo f*ckin drank
And go roll yo f*ckin spliff
We gone taste this vibe together
Cook sum’n to move them hips
Feel the
TWILIGHT FEELIN IN MY SOUL
SPIRITS IN ME SIPPIN ON THIS DRANK,
I GOTTA GET EVEN WITH MY SHROOMS
SO IT GOT ME PUFFIN ON THIS DANK
BABY SAID SHE WANNA TAKE A CRUISE
TOLD HER COME AND HOP UP
ON THIS SHIP
Sauces and the juices they just ooze
You know I got the microphone drip.
Microphone Drip
Microphone Drip
We got the women power of the earth
Mother Nature up in here
Spit your sh*t love
She so slick you might
Slip and _______
My herbs in there brewing
Fresh ginger for two
We been coolin’
The temperatures fusing
Hotboxing
Thank God we congruent
My flowers been blooming
Created a human
Make powerful music
My album concluded
I’m grateful
I spit it raw
My n****s know
I learn to keep it tasteful
Can’t right the wrongs
But I create songs
I can change to
And rearrange ___
P*ssy with raindrops
Keep my head high
Above the chaos
Need sh*t to payoff
Energy constant
I remedy monsters
Cause we are the farmers
Bum Bumping them rhymers
And pushing that prana
Attracting the comma
Play this one for your mama
If she need that mantra
Microphone drippin with entendres
Drip
Drip
Drip
Waiting for me just to pick her up
Sitting nervous on the stand
Don’t know who to trust
Keep her cords wrapped
She ain’t bout the tripping
I whisper
Fruits and veggies
Can’t do bad nutrition
Attention
She get all of mine
Sound waves qualified
Peek inside that metal mesh
She want me amplified
But she might short-circuit
When I serve it
She ain’t certain of my signal
But it’s always her service
Insulate the hard hits
Microphone drip
She never knew a spitter
With collective conscience
The conflicts be constant
We spin the compass
Searching for true self
We retain the honor
The honor
To hold it in hand
My palms spick and span
Give her all I can
Not just partial
Like that other man
She transmit wireless
I spit that fire sh*t
Could be hazardous
In wrong environments
So we just..
TWILIGHT FEELIN IN MY SOUL
SPIRITS IN ME SIPPIN ON THIS DRANK,
I GOTTA GET EVEN WITH MY SHROOMS
SO IT GOT ME PUFFIN ON THIS DANK
BABY SAID SHE WANNA TAKE A CRUISE
TOLD HER COME AND HOP UP
ON THIS SHIP
Sauces and the juices they just ooze
You know I got the microphone drip.
Microphone Drip
Microphone Drip
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11. |
CAKE INTERLUDE feat Tree
01:18
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The f*ck is y'all doing bro?
F*ck is y'all- yeah yeah yeah yeah
F*ck is y'all doing in here bro?
Ain't nobody know your ass was even gon walk in bro
Walk in? Recoe, stop playing with me bro.
Everyday bro
I'm not finna keep telling you this shit bro
50 pushups after work bro
After work you gotta do 50 pushups
You want this job? 50 pushups
Y'all ass made 2 cakes since 6 in the morning gang
We gave away the free samples
Free samples? What the f*ck?
Ain't nobody, free samples bro?
You wylin Recoe.
How you think we supposed to get customers-
I was over at FLAVAZ, they ain't have no-
There wasn't no free sample shit
You can't be giving us free creativity-
You still got the tank top on
Told you this shit last time
Put the f*cking taco meat up bro
This not no-
This not no taco restaurant bro
Ground beef all in this-
Why I see ground beef, gang?
Why I see ground beef, gang?
N***a, my shit laid down-
Take em out of here gang
Y'all ass wylin in this-
My shit nappy?
Yo shit nappy
Bro cakes bro
For real bro
Please bro
I done lost my legs for this city bro
Cakes bro
Cakes bro!
Cook it bro
Yup, cooking like Anthony Edwards
Cooking n****s f*ck is you talking about
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12. |
CAKE
03:03
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Gotta feed my need with the things
On screen right there
Gotta feed my need
With the PYT That I see right there
Gotta fantasize bout
Who you be
I Be fresh air yeah
Gotta fantasize bout who
You be I be fresh yeah
I got cake stuffed in my
Back pocket bitch
Glock rocket stick
Pack us some weed
Pack us some weed
And my nigga that be riding
Riding with that 6 feet
I mean a nigga just be plotting
On this 100 g's
I mean The most i eva had
was just 5 figures on me
Now let me just light up my strong
And just rap my melodies
And Show you how strong I can be
When my God manifest these
(I tried to tell you niggaz)
And Im blessed high key
Gotta clutch my speed
Caint let a fuck nigga
Fuck up my chi
Gotta flush my grief
As I Pluck my tree
Caint fuck with the God that
Was brought to the beats
One slice just to small of piece
Need more cake
Things changed for me when
My ancestors touched me
In a paranormal state
Got the form of God
Niggaz aint aligned
Niggaz ghosting
Paranormal fake
In this world of mine
Universe the shrine
Niggaz balanced
The True namaste
Im a numba 9
Chakras all around
We protected
Bitch you Know we straight
Keep it balanced nigga lucky
Number 7
I stay polished bitch
You know we pimpin' steppin',
I keep malice niggaz
Bitch I was felon
know the judge convicted
But I wasnt selling
Devil almost caught me
But My soul deflected
God the interception,
Up so many times
went back broke nigga
Told God damn I learned my lesson
Nigga Fuck the stressin
Rather keep it tucked
then be broke nigga
Microphone check bitch,
Im the one to wreck shit
Recoe spit the Godly tones
One dial a leave you breathless
Bitch dont hit my telephone
If you aint tryna wet shit
I pull my flows from mighty zones
Up At yo dome with death wish
We Frying all them chromosomes
Like something what crystal meth is
I never could put my value
In some clothes or fuckin necklace
This aint never over night bitch
Ima show you what a step is
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13. |
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You know?
I never used to think
The world was mine
Cause I wasn’t thinking sublime
Because I sucked at love
I really do need a do over
Feel me now listen
Just an insecure n***a
Expose my feelings spill
She might just break me down to figures
Bonnie Clyde this love of mine
She with me everyday
I wish I would’ve loved you more
Instead of tossing damn grenades
My b*tch*ss was picking fights
Instead of feeding your adventurous mind
And booking flights
We would have those blissful nights
Where we would laugh and
We would grind
But the love was buried
Ghost of innocence
Was lost through time
See the ghost of our two children
Everytime I close my eyes
Please don’t treat me like no stranger
Go and put on that disguise
My heart sore forever woman
God protect forever woman
With a blessing to be loved by you
My true clover forever woman
To be loved
Diamonds
And golden
Pearls
Mean nothing to me
Without
My special
Girl
It’s clear to see
I’m waiting for you to
Come back to me
Until then I can dream
But I wish that I could
Paint the world
Just how I see it
What a lovely world
That’s how I see it
If I can paint the world
Just how I see it
What a lovely world
Just you and me
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14. |
FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY
03:27
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25 she spiritually inclined
With a sense from the divine
Like she always seeming fine but
Whats on ha mind?
She dreaming all the time
But she living with her mama
Seeing round the corner lines
For an event that she headlined
Highly educated and
Graduated college, but
Degrees aint bringing fuckin dollars
Her boyfriend he a drop out
With felony on his record
Hustle every single day to
Bring them closer out of squalor
So she taking her time racing
Her mind
Seeing all these forms of darkness
Getting caught in the blind
She wish purpose was brail so
She can feel it
Cause this purposeless employment
It just aint the feeling
It aint good for healing motion
When these deep emotion surface
She Thinking with the doubtful devil
Sleeping on a serpent
finances they aint sealed
Her inspiration killed
She usually much stronger but
On this numbing day she just wanna feel
She just wanna feel
feel of retaliation
29 life now full of crime its a blessing
He Made it this far shit the joke was 25
Never stepped foot on no fucking
College campus
Only on homecomings for all the
women and they Prances
This everything he planned it
girl was feelin on his mans and
He was tryna hit something raw
He told her lets go baby i
wanna make you (feel some type of way)
Let the sounds and the potions flow
Give exactly what you want
The Crack of dawning Ima go
And that was 8 years ago before the
Covid coughing
Dreams was shot from hoopin
Now he work at the post office
And Still there to this day
He smart but everything aint Polished
broke regretful thoughts Bout college
Make that first verse so ironic
His relationships platonic
Because the nigga toxic
Damaged nigga Only love his
sister and his mami
One day got the call
His sister wasnt coming home
From the crossfire of niggaz hating
Bullets struck her in the dome
Now he riding round with chrome
He aint tryna hear that peaceful shit
he need that payback
He need the addresses and locations
Bout where they stay
Sister his only love
Make that first verse so ironic
Why he feels he's out of options
Ironic he thinks he wouldnt
Be broke had he went to college
Grew up fast no time for experimental
Learning
You know out life expectancy so low Ju
That we makin our wills at 18
But right now my nigga there them niggaz
Go and shit he just was wanna feel
That was ten years ago last fast forward
To today
Neva stepped foot on no college campus
Well at least to learn
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15. |
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Hear my sister talking
I could hear her saying
Do less talking
Get the feet to walkin
F*ck what people sayin
You a God
It’s like it's Jesus walkin
Million people playing
Songs you wrote up
And your future calling
Recoe f*ck that playing
Need you focused
We don’t need that stalling
You gon’ be the one to build the legacy
To keep from falling
Need you to believe to receive
So proceed with caution
God need you clean
To receive all of these installments
You was disconnected from the spirit
Now we reinstalling
Never left your side
Demon attach
We clip their involvement
Now the _____
God got you now so can’t sh*t
Stop you from evolving
Remember your existence is to
Live for all of those who fallen
Voice that you hearing is a God
Strap you with the perseverance
For the hard times
I’m pressing up in spirit
When no feelings up inside
Your sister rolling deep with ancestors
When we ride
I told you what you hearin’
Said this voice here is a God
Know you got the perseverance
For the hard times
I’m pressing up in spirit
When them feelings up inside
Your sister rolling deep with ancestors
When we ride
Rolling deep with ancestors when we ride
When we ride
When we ride
Come close to me baby
Let my love hold you
I know this world gets crazy
What its without you
Whats it without
Without
Without you
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16. |
STARVING ARTIST
03:45
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Oh Recoechi
Another day my mama
Say take one day at a time
Another day I concentrate
to put hope in the grind
Another day I struggle just to
Keep a piece of mind
With this inner beast of mine
I'm seeing triple 7's on the license plate
Angel touch, I know my fate in sisters way
Operating off the 5 P's of
God's love and grace
But I still fall short
Up in this human race
What its like being
An independent artist in 2024
You really penny pinching,
Fantasizing about
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