1. |
Pressure
02:41
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Ain't this the picture that's so perfect
And my thoughts say that I earned it
I'm sippin' D'ussé when I'm splurgin'
Poetic vibes I wrote in cursive
I speak the truth when I'm rehearsing
I know myself, no other person
I just sit back, I'm so observant
Financial freedom from my earnings
Walking through the sunset
Guess it's safe to say that maybe I am blessed
Even when my heart is beating out my chest
Concentrate your feel
Eliminate your fear
Let your tears reveal
Laugh like Key and Peele
A lot to think about
That I can't even blink about
Close the envelope
Cuz I can't let all of the secrets out
Closed mouths don't get fed
So I just blew all of the speakers out
I guess I took a different route
And sometimes the pressure's too much
Gotta watch my back
I can't forget I'm from the mud
Gotta watch my back, gotta watch my back
My brother he keepin' it tucked
Gotta watch my back
Gotta watch my back back back
Keepin' it a stack stack stack
Chasin' the ra-ra racks
Pressure
I guess I'm unsure
Paint me like a monster
Motivated but it's all this pressure
I'm just the words of the wise
I'm just the wizard of oz
Eyes on me and they watchin' me fly
Pressure
I guess I'm unsure
Paint me like a monster
Motivated but it's all this pressure
I'm just the words of the wise
I'm just the wizard of oz
Eyes on me and they watchin' me fly
I've been misplaced in this evil world
I count my steps in this evil world
And all the pretty girls took a turn
I guess you live and learn
Make mistakes, don't do it first
Pain and growth and it's still gon' hurt
Get up lil boy, get up
If you ain't get that toy, don't fuss
Don't act like love ain't enough
That black boy joy, that black boy joy
You ain't chose your skin
You ain't had no choice
Try to take your thoughts
Like you got no voice
Skin still shine and you got that poise
That black boy joy, that black boy joy
Walking through the sunset
Guess it's safe to say that maybe I am blessed
Even when my heart is beating out my chest
Concentrate your feel
Eliminate your fear
Let your tears reveal
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2. |
For The Soul
02:54
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Yeah yeah yeah
Turn my mic up
Turn my mic up
I answer the phone when you callin'
You probably been thinkin' bout problems
I told you, you good and you got it
I got a heart you can borrow
I’m not a regular, uh yeah, civilian, I’m a scholar
She wanna drink in her hand, need a bottle
Good girl took the college route
Think she know what the fuck she talkin' bout
Toxic sick nigga, so I scout em out
Blunt in my hand, got the cotton mouth
I like the juice, slide wit my troops
You wanted love, better show me the proof
She give me head never using a tooth
Designer her belt all the way to her shoes
This that shit you gon' hear up in school
Probably making the news
Got appointment with a bad bitch
Know her tactics
If I want it I can have it, I can smash it
Cross her off my bracket
Long hair brown skin
Told my homies ima bag it
Bag it, ba, ba, ba, bag it
Yeah she come wit baggage
This ain't perfect timing
Skirt, skirt on the way to her crib
Pray to God cuz I know ima sin
Open up the safe in the bin
Walkin' on the house in a blimp
Sky gon' fall when I win
Stompin on the ground wit my Timbs
She ain't never raised no bitch
Every time u see me make a wish
Every time she see me blew a kiss
She just wanted Autuma baguettes
I answer the phone when you callin'
You probably been thinkin' bout problems
I told you, you good and you got it
I got a heart you can borrow
I’m not a regular, uh yeah, civilian, I’m a scholar
She wanna drink in her hand, need a bottle
She got a groove to her, it mood lights us
Sharing my food wit her, I feed her heart
Blockin' the sun for her, her only scarf
I push the whip for her, the lonely part
She like the honey, I never been sweet
It’s been that way, I am not for the streets
I duck my head when it’s time to just sleep
Yeah, she do my homework so she is for keeps
We out at Sheila’s, we gettin' the chicken
We just get to talkin', she tell me she wit it
Ok look in her eyes, I can tell that she finished
Ok send me your addy, I pull up like Christmas
Watchin that time, it just get to tick
Where is you at? Ima punch me a Tik
Light me this blunt, I do not fuck wit cigs
Borrow my heart, it’s still at the crib
This that groove for the soul
Watchin' my bankrolls, I’m watchin' it grow
It’s gon' take time so I’m steady in mode
Watch who you callin'
Watch who you callin' your bro
I'm out in Poland like Boat
Callin' my phone better watch your tone
Call me your pencil, I’m writing your wrongs
Am I your favorite? You just like my songs
I answer the phone when you callin'
You probably been thinkin' bout problems
I told you, you good and you got it
I got a heart you can borrow
I’m not a regular, uh yeah, civilian, I’m a scholar
She wanna drink in her hand
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3. |
Life Notes
02:36
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My influence goes beyond
the ones who introduced me
to this rappin’ shit
It’s hard to take your time
when you pursing something
that could happen rapid quick
Your mind will play them games
and it will force you to adapt to it
Naturalist but also supernaturalist
So when I grabbed the pen
I became a philanthropist
If hearts could measure love
mine will tell you I was passionate
I fell in love with patterns
that created bad habits
Drink until we numb
and then bad happens
I remember
Piss poor trappin’
Weed baggage
If they pull me over
Your honor, I don’t traffic
Momma I been sober
No, I’m no savage
I done touched some green
but it’s old, it’s old cabbage
This a lil somethin’ for the come up
Momma said the grace
way before we seen the sun up
I was in the rain hoping we gon’ see the summer
Hoping, hoping we gon’ see the summer
This a lil somethin’ for the come up
Momma said the grace
way before we seen the sun up
I was in the rain hoping we gon’ see the summer
Hoping we gon’ see the summer
I move with intention
A lack of respect
Gon’ teach you detention
Oh the misery’s written
The world is a prison
I’m done with these (women)
I’m done with these women
I’m joking, I’m kidding
Provoking prescription
They offer me drugs
I think they love is a drug
They say a girl is a gun
No pun intended
Think first and do more then
Take you a minute
Respect yourself first
And you can
Get you some winnings
Try to understand other
different beginnings
It’s more to life then critics
And silence and crickets
The ones without the voice
The ones who really listen
Negative thoughts I heard
I started penning
This a lil somethin’ for the come up
Momma said the grace
way before we seen the sun up
I was in the rain hoping we gon’ see the summer
Hoping, hoping we gon’ see the summer
This a lil somethin’ for the come up
Momma said the grace
way before we seen the sun up
I was in the rain hoping we gon’ see the summer
Hoping we gon’ see the summer
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4. |
Forever Chimes
02:45
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This feel like forever
But cuz we all get old
I will never trip
And I will never fold
Body like a goddess
It’s some shit I’m on
I won’t say she perfect
But she turn me on
Multi-tasking all the baggage
I been done wit all the cappin'
Like I’m savage
And it’s 21 lil bad habits
I’m used to grabbin' my weight
Ain't no chicken on my plate
And I was diggin' for a steak
I’ll trade it all away for stakes
I get a flight, I’m on the way
Ain't no structure
When we havin' too much fun
It been months
I put babies in her stomach
That’s for fun, that’s for fun
And that Casamigos raise the temperature
Became a friend of her
Ooo she like a snack
I turn that baby into Lunchables
Make a pit stop to her house (yee eee eee)
I stuffed roaches right in her couch (yuh)
I like aqua right in her mouth
Man that pussy I can’t turn down
This feel like forever
But cuz we all get old
I will never trip
And I will never fold
Body like a goddess
It’s some shit I’m on
I won’t say she perfect
But she turn me on
This feel like forever
But cuz we all get old
I will never trip
And I will never fold
Body like a goddess
It’s some shit I’m on
I won’t say she perfect
But she turn me on
This that 2030 sound
This that get a label deal
Ahh, ahh, ahh
I prolly turn it down
I know pussy make the world go round
You broke you sellin' pound for pound
Government still dressed like clowns
But we the ones that run the town
Not like a pitcher I don’t stand on mounds
In any picture I been standing out
When she bend it hear that crackle sound
Love when she speak
Not what she out of bounds
I keep her close just like the lost and found
Most of y’all is clockwork
Don’t know how the odds work
Thankful when it’s God's turn
Sequel what you relearn
Love is what you seek first
Shakin' like a seizure,
Life tell you what you deserve
Really gotta see first
No I’m not a player
Baby let me grab the wheel
If I touch your heart
Then I can tell what you feel
Exchanging conversations baby
I don’t know the deal
Love you in that kitchen
Baby cook me up a meal
I’m like a (yuh, yuh, aye)
I’m like a teacher in a garden
And I got seeds that grow apart
And I’m a product of the ones
Who got way too much to say (hey)
I don’t got too much to waste
I recycled up my fate
It’s like trickle-down effect
When they turn into two-face
It’s like butterfly effect
When the truth come through the praise
Even if they broke my legs
I’ll be runnin' at my pace
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5. |
Please Don't Tempt Me
02:46
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Please don’t tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
Please don't, please don't
Please don't tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
Project X but I'm on what's next
Rhythm of the beat
Smackin' on your chest
Step outside and I'm on the left
With a drink in my hand
And her hands caress
And she talk too much
But she say what's best
And I look too much
I should look a lil less
But the fact is, white toes and her ass fit
Tell me bout her family
How they close-knit
Tell her bout my story
How I'm closed-in
NFL dreams, no pigskin
Toughin up boy
You got black skin
If you want them shoes
Better break in, ay
Excuse my manners
But my reputation don't got table manners
Used to nervous patterns
Wit my palms sweaty
Anti-social chatter
Shots go off and we all go scatter
Please don't muthafuckin' tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
Please don't, please don't
Please don't tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
Please don't muthafuckin' tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
Please don't, please don't
Please don't tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
I'm on sicko mode like a hospital phone
Turn the other cheek
I got a strong bone
Tough skin cuz I'm homegrown
Certain things I don't condone
Wrong tone, get your windblown
I guess auto-tune get you diamond stones
GoFundMe funeral loans
College educated pay your loans
Scholarships like a wishbone
Bad luck, now you lost your home
Car fucked up at the AutoZone
Stealing and robbin'
You pointin' the chrome
Ain't listen to momma
You sellin' your soul
All of these problems
Now you on go
Walk in the crib wit snow in your fro
Walkin' in tears you blistered your toes
Please don't muthafuckin' tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
Please don't, please don't
Please don't tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
Please don't muthafuckin' tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
Please don't tempt me
On a highway going jet speed
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6. |
Sweet Life
02:56
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They caught a vibe
I wasn’t feeling it
Put the pressure on my back
I went and sat in it
Put it into words
We all the same like synonyms
Taste gettin' salty
I miss the sweet life, cinnamon
Put it on my back
Put it on my back
Seen him on a stretcher
Tried to run off with that sack
Street life gettin' old
Knew I wouldn’t goin' back
Bitches changin' every season
Still waited to turn my back
Dice games in the streets
You lose, they take you off the map
Slur your words, she think you cheatin'
You kno it’s cap, cap
Cut her off, she think she bad, bad
Back to back like Jordan 96, 97
Front to front, I’m facing my demons
Talkin' to my reverend
Ohh I miss the bros
Ohh she at my shows
Still don’t want no sorries
Bitch you gotta go
Still don’t got my medal
I know I’m the goat
Still don’t want no shawty
Pointed at the door
Like bitch you gotta go
Ain't no room in my heart
I know it’s getting cold
They caught a vibe
I wasn’t feeling it
Put the pressure on my back
I went and sat in it
Put it into words
We all the same like synonyms
Taste gettin' salty
I miss the sweet life, cinnamon
They caught a vibe
I wasn’t feeling it
Put the pressure on my back
I went and sat in it
Put it into words
We all the same like synonyms
Taste gettin' salty
I miss the sweet life, cinnamon
Cinematic love my life just been a movie
Turn the lights off
I’m getting groovy
This that 90s love
The one that smile
Crackin' jokes and feeling goofy
You can bring your friends
But I don’t fuck wit groupies
I would bring a blunt
But it would make me moody
Yeah you been actin' choosy
Yeah if it was up to me
You wouldn’t choose me
Truthfully, truthfully yeah
If I’m speakin' honest
You would just lose me
Sticks and stones
They break my bones
You ain't bruise me
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
I’m on the radio
Momma proud I know
Back when I was at my low
I knew I’d be a great
Like a butterfly, I float
Coast to coast
I said let me drive the boat
She know I always do the most
Never did it for the post
They caught a vibe
I wasn’t feeling it
Put the pressure on my back
I went and sat in it
Put it into words
We all the same like synonyms
Taste gettin' salty
I miss the sweet life, cinnamon
They caught a vibe
I wasn’t feeling it
Put the pressure on my back
I went and sat in it
Put it into words
We all the same like synonyms
Taste gettin' salty
I miss the sweet life, cinnamon
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7. |
Immune
03:34
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Mati Minneapolis, Minnesota
Born in Ethiopia and raised in South Minneapolis, Mati has quickly established himself as a vital new voice in music. Rapping and singing with dexterity and cutting close to the bone with incisive, confessional writing, he’s shown versatility across styles while maintaining a singular vision. ... more
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