WAVCAPKILLA Straight up we don't do it less it bidness joints twisted, like gang bangers fingers, stuck w/ arthritis fuck, Midas touch, ain't been writing much, been ducking po-lice, answer po-litely not likely you as nice as us Bite the dust, mason margella jet pack Fastened, fashionably late but fly as fuck I'm tired of, spoon feeding niggas 48 hrs plus, off 2 cups of joe boy I'm wired up You Jumper cable asking Half ass talking w/ no action niggas Yapping like he rapping wit us Half masting, this close casket nigga Ya broad flashing like paparazzi When they capture pictures Tarantino cinematic spitting no parlaying, you ain't getting what I'm saying Before we cabbage picking Couch off my ass like I had to get it OFF THIS water heavy for a buck and some change Slaughter coming out with my bucket in the rain My nigggas like fuck it So he puff it for the pain This is not a drill This is not a games Anvil dropping, so disgusting no discussion what you saying It Ain't worth it if my brothers not wit me Simply charge it to the game Where I been ain't far, tell pops that we hopping in the range Fully loaded options, pistol Pete run the offense, boy we are not the same You could Miss me with the nonesense & the gossip I am not entertain It’s the wav cap killa

42 in 92 [Elijah Bank$y's lyrics] Yo Free Otis till they free otis My words you deep throat it Till you feel bloated, Try & decode it Now you beneath oceans from the oldest to the younging We keep it pumping till the streets is flooded Every word I utter is butter Smooth as a pimp, w/ a limp The hand strong, but never raise a limb Who is he I is him Ya Chances is slim, tryna remove my grin Go harder than gym stars Sharper than gemstars Slicing you till you thin Perfect the truth Flexed the loop Perplex the youth When you say you next, ya next neck in the knouse I'm posdanouse I'm playing like what I got to lose So how can you (stop me) I'm rolling with the tightest crew We turning every mission possible I'm 40 duece in 92 Eyes impaired by the shiney jewels Eenie Minnie miney move The lox before the shiny suits Yo what that mean nigga We need that money and that power and respect Before the death [hook] Meetings at the round table Profound fables Leave you brainwashed just like cable [W. Swisher lyrics] well this the news of the afterlife i got my appetite meetings at the round table call it just another knight enlightened rhymes shit i spit it hot as fahrenheit her speech echoed thick ice when the air was tight its dudley do wrong so i did it wrong again if he didn’t do nothing then he did it to himself in a cell living well orange soda, mediocre shit through hell stank face, pure ogre ish reeking through the boards piffs lit so my moms is pissed im not kidding steady shimmying away copped a 64 pack til my dome is outer space like my grades in class always pondering this tape fuck face in the flesh fidget withca grammar got a sickle and hammer poor choices in your manners well im finna make moves means im finna hit snooze took the biddy to the grooves like 42 in 92 what whatttt lips bit with ya tooth love bites on my neck to remind me im the dude has me bending over backs just to keep the right mood

Coldest days [James Semaj’s lyrics] Cold weather howling, Down jackets coast like thousands to protect me From the frigid around em, How come the outcome for me always victorious, Niggas sound bitter as these rap historians fuck a plaque, My art hang like, late Victorian chips, Pushing all em in my car mortgage in my rent, Niggas tryna make, money off the kid like an orphanage, Rhymes premeditated talent heaven gave it Without knowledge what an air mag was I levitated That’s my first degree, Walahi, Those purging beef In Tomas, two times who serve the beats I ride it reckless Hit a curb swerving streets, Nigga with attitude like fuck you sue me, all this Lauren and hill on I am killing em softly like the fugees, truly from this work I put in in what’s it a mountain to like Fuji, Oh god James Semaj why you, do that to me, Putting rappers where the tombs be, Shoot a movie mummifying bastards Under wraps like a doobie, Light a match pass it too me, Only thing pressure did was put me in the sky with Lucy [Elijah Bank$y's lyrics] God with the trash talk Jesus with a black thought Ashe w/ the back forth Niggas gettin mad, well this exactly what they ask for Tommy or the lo sport Nauti on my body, you could find me In the booth w/ blow torch Man these Niggas set the bar & i pole vault Plot thickens on a cold morn So i pray yours ain’t prey & all talk or all bark Got a bad Spanish mami & she set to go off & That’s word brother left on tilt foot out like dirk jumper, shit lil homie got big dope wrapped in the backwood they just ask me if i rap good i just ask if the cash good Cause If it’s that’s good You know I’m that good I Treat them racks like Shaq height Cause Motherfucka stack good Cause If i double i excel Triple the net sales This nigga cannot fail My Frame frail But the Weight of my name it tip scales This fresh fishscale My Wallet fed kale Soon as its the coldest days its direct sales I need that, pennies and all Do this for those that’s involved You know I speak raps, on my life like recaps So tell all, this wolf on the street No Belfort, extravagant thoughts My mind hoard till i press record then it’s gone Banksy

Only God Knows Where I’m from 2 stories little to no glory Behind em, one poor the other a cut above Where I’m from middle suburbia where niggas think you got everything & good kids od on anything You think it’s all sweeet inside that family home Pops left moms stress inside that family home You could see the vanity even in yo family Clocking everything you own You could hear it in the tone Especially if you black now Oh you gon rap now, well what you gon rap bout Shit I rap bout tenth grade 2 friends losing they life 5 years later me & the fam losing our nights From them tears to enticing them cheers under them lights Shit that made me me you copy Ight I am in my bag lemme you get you niggas right They tryna throw dirt on my jersey word b Not from the era of the 2 way But get my money 2 ways yaherd me A lil for my mind & rhyme More for my time & labor Stacking so I could be the good neighbor Dictator, muso- lini, you move slow The crew close, the bread folded like panini Know the tommy jacket 2 tone I’m Coming for you putos Believe me, Too cold, i make your boo clothes Houdini While Dining in fettuccine, banksy been the best thing out since slice bread and color tv Mamma you see me Papa you see me This for you, outia , Tio & titi On both sides we all ride You feel me This my duty to give back to the community So When I get the Chance Hit sensei for the opportunities This that each one teach one You See me you see you you see them Kings of our kingdoms LP Only God Knows

TWO WEEKS Lately I been painting with my words Working on my patience Feel like Peyton need the first Niggas waiting on me like the 1st To fifth to teenth, Anything occurred was birthed Within me, this the 33rd degree But those days felt the same sucha waste W/ my Face on the curb, where I lay Same color as my skin so I rise from it If a nigga ain’t kin then it's quiet for him I ain't stopping till my momma draped in fur And she cry nothing unless she slice onion I Feel like Paul Bunyan, but the black version & my Back hurting, all this pressure got me sweatin, like my ancestors in the field So If you fucking with me then you fucking with real And I'm tired of this shit Oh So tired of this shit So a nigga clench his fist Start a riot in this bitch Hollup [hook] Two weeks All this rhyming was a time Father thought this was a bluff nigga Do a shift then we grinding till it's dusk nigga This 10 an hour ain't enough So it’s 2 weeks in No more silence on the tongue I'm the needle in the hay or the diamond in the rough See my Veins finna just letting go of the trust Letting go of the blood they was talking like it's love really masked up w/ the gloves 2 weeks in y'all get left in the dust 2 weeks in y'all get left in the dust 2 weeks in & I'm gone

Coitus [Gus Dapperton's lyrics] I bet you wreak of worth, babe what’s pain? Best bet my feet will hurt, Great, it feels amazing I thought I wanted love, But I just wanna.. [Elijah Bank$y's lyrics] I just wanna, pin you gainst wall Make you my baby momma It's all jokes go & laugh Bend over, that ass Oh my all mine at last I last like 20 mins refuel & we back Oh you know what I like go do that Lately I been room dimly lit Bliss at the tip Writing too many poems bout love I just wanna lay back all smiles enjoy us I just wanna 2 step , in the club, witcha So off drunk off shots of liquor your lips taste so bitter Sloppy in pictures, we look like Francis bacon painting under moonlight [Elijah Bank$y's lyrics] We gon skip them dinner dates I won't be a minute late Baby girl don't be afraid [Gus Dapperton's lyrics] I bet you wreak of worth, babe what’s pain? Best bet my feet will hurt, Great, it feels amazing I thought I wanted love, But I just wanna..

STOOP KID Niggas best respect the god & the squad got a repertoire That'll knock any competitor If it's war , make a call and it's on Better know you always get the calm before the storm sideline hating commentating joe testatore Yea you got like 20 chains on That don't mean you can take like 20 days off I ain't tripping just finna out grind you all Till my endz, resemble Big Ben oh god Not mad that you rep it Just mad that you just rep it wrong Imma Rolling stone You Just another stone that we stepping on Higher echelon, so tell me can you see far im ions beyond you all Get my flee on, steez god I'm raw Namaste I only play high stakes Kareem jabar Ouija board type bars man I speak to god He hear my whispers, see how we differ Took a dream & made it art Some Niggas got clipped from the flick Shoulda played ya part It's all love Can't move W/ hate in ya heart, ye we playing smart Left the house off the stoop W/ a flow that's crazy hard Figgadeal me if you shooting just 35MM film me [hook] Stoop kid off the stoop now Blue faces like woo child 90's baby imma Wu child Tryna say I'm brand new now It ain't me it's just you now Still rolling with the crew now Still 100 proof down Can't tell me what to do now I Serve niggas that hot plate word to my old earth nigga Go head sleep on this burb nigga Scratch that superb word spitter I prefer you wit us if not slip knot You curb kissing, I'm pissy w ya missy Curves gripping Better learn pimpin Either you fuck with the kidda Forever or never, yeah I’m that better ,yeah I’m that clever Peep the track record Ask my mom and pops they my fact checkers off this cup of joe Going back & forth w: myself Like Rae & ghost ,boy I needa toast For man on the come up For this new ting I done up new web I spun up For any man tryna run up Had to 1up my 1up Ayo Danny WOOP WOOP WHATTUP For all my g's big up big up For the man that don't know better fix up fix up Better fix up fix up No biggie but I got the juice No biggie but gimmie the loot Tell me what you do now stoop kid off the stoop Seeing different type views now Ain't no way imma lose now I see the moves all the moves All you dudes switching crews Jacking flows, Idk what you call that, what I spit boy it's all facts Can't be spotted with you fraud cats Man I’m off that