FIX

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released May 4, 2017

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Track Name: FIX (Prod. by Kenny Prosper)
Verse One
Back in this bitch like “Whoa”
I’m a new man but you ain’t even know
& it don’t show, you can only hear when I flow
It be OD, know that I’m a fiend on the low
But I’m bold with the words
Sold to the herb
Mold it and mix it, the dope been served
Like a tongue on the pole in the mid of Winter
Y’all stuck with a fix and it hit where it hurt
But I’m motivated, straight or faded
So forsaken then my soul awaken
I’m over waiting, ima load and take it
& lay it out, hope and pray I made it
It’s amazing though that I’m alive and breathing
I’m wasting time giving time a meaning
Ima make it mine and give rhyme a reason
Ima shine, give a fuck about a season

Spoken Word
You see, everybody has a fix
Weed, newspapers, kicks
Addy, checks, cigs
Tabs, sex, licks, likes
You name it
But don’t shame it, that’s within you
And it’ll continue to grow
Until you address it as so
The first step await
Hesitate and you late
Let it resonate

Verse Two
Stuck between angel and devil
It’s a painful place like a silver medal
When you don’t believe you got a hell or heaven
I guess you could say I’m at a perfect level
Or the opposite of that
God’ll getcha back
Nah, I’m good, glad it works for you
All the politicking wack
Sick of all of that
Ima chil and get to working soon
I know this shit, now you do too
Juice Gang come through like, “What it do?”
You don’t got a crew? That sucks for you
Go look around for a month or two
Then settle down when you comfortable
Whether you content, that’s up to you (x3)

Bridge
I said it’s up to you, so what we finna do?
I got a doobie and a beat, I guess it’s up to you (x2)

Verse Three
Youuuuuu, youuuuuuu, youuuuuuu
Crank it like Soulja son
You say I’m flowing dope and I be like “I told you son”
I got a hold of twenty journals and I’m older son
But I just begun and I don’t see me stopping
I can’t imagine the shit ima be dropping
But looking ahead in the future you dead
I prefer to be living so really instead
Do it day by day, I was made to play
See a shade of grey so my life is great
My mind is straight but I’m on a curve
On a mission to find out what’s the word
Oh, fuck it dog, I’ll just write the word
Aight, let’s go ahead and puff some herb

Bridge Two

Hook (x4)
Getcho fix, getcho fix
Come on through world and getcho fix
Track Name: A HIT (Prod. by Kenny Prosper)
Hook (x2)
Okay, you wanted a hit? How about this shit?
Das what ima give you outta this shit
Find another pack loud as this shit
I know that you fucking with the sound of this shit

Verse One
‘Cause I will never be the plug, I’m the outlet
I be tryna put my money where my mouth is
And it’s hard when the pockets aren’t fat at all
So ima work for it, I ain’t even mad at all
But I don’t get it, y’all don’t wanna put the hours in
So how you gonna tell me that you really bout it then?
Ima let it go
Something I will never know
Tell ‘em I’ll be in the lab working on a better flow

Bridge
Okay, you got it?
Yeah, yeah, I think I got it

I turn a cadaver into Frankenstein
I see dark and turn it into light and then I make it mine
Pay a fee if I’m being a fiend, it’s on the daily
I be feeding on a fix, it got me spitting like a baby
It be potent, I know it
It got me open and going
Ima keep it on the low but here’s a piece so that you know it like

Hook (x2)
Okay, you wanted a hit? How about this shit?
Das what ima give you outta this shit
Find another pack loud as this shit
I know that you fucking with the sound of this shit

Verse Two
‘Cause it be that autopilot shit that got you wyling out
Wifey gon’ be heated asking what it is you smiling ‘bout
Tell her that you lit as shit and if she cannot live with that
Then you should reconsider if the drama worth a hit of that
That’s a nono, roll me up a solo
Ima blow it down, homie, you ain’t even know though
Know I got the right of way to pick if I get high today
And I don’t care to listen to the stupid shit that Simon say
‘Cause I ran outta time to waste
And they telling me I got a time and place
Get that shit outta my face
You outta place, telling me I been cut outta trace
Ain’t no way that shit’ll fly
I been aiming for the sky
Usually I hit the ground, but I end it on a high
I defy what I thought I knew, never thought it through
That’s the way to go and if you ‘bout it, I could hook it up for you like,

Hook (x2)
Okay, you wanted a hit? How about this shit?
Das what ima give you outta this shit
Find another pack loud as this shit
I know that you fucking with the sound of this shit
Track Name: FUCK UP (Prod. by Kiiraa)
Verse One
Bitch, I resemble a pigeon the way I be bumping and hunting for bread
I get it, I wing it, I’m high in a minute
I’m peeping the scene and I shit on your head
Gone with the wind and you stuck with the shit
And you heated but you cannot ever forget
When you bumming and moping and sinking and loathing in sorrow
I’m sorry but that’s what you get
Learned that before I was born
Recite before I perform
We might be a little short of hype
But I’ll assure you that we ain’t biting yours
I’m hungry but I’ve never been a mooch
Talking but you don’t got the juice
I do and know that I’ve got the proof
It be the key, boy, the lock is loose

Hook (x2)
*Fuck up*
Okay, I guess I won’t talk now
If you ain’t peep, I got shot down
Don’t speak up if you ain’t got down
Go ahead, ima be here

*Turn the fuck up*
I’m in the stu on the reg
This be my schooling instead
Making a fool of you kids
Hooking ‘em up with a fix

Verse Two
Simple as that
If you ain’t ready, then get on my back
But if you ain’t on my level, ain’t no way you gonna be hopping on one of my tracks
This ain’t recreation
We about that levitation
Mighty high, I might slam on ‘em
With a poster jam, no hesitation
I’m pulling through and I pass you up
Masterful when I pass the blunt
We rolling gas and it’s going fast
I don’t see a need to be gassing up
We working son, and that’s plain and clear
That fufu shit, we staying clear
We making moves and we taking time
Least y’all could do is just pay an ear like

Hook (x2)
*Fuck up*
Okay, I guess I won’t talk now
If you ain’t peep, I got shot down
Don’t speak up if you ain’t got down
Go ahead, ima be here

*Turn the fuck up*
I’m in the stu on the reg
This be my schooling instead
Making a fool of you kids
Hooking ‘em up with a fix
Track Name: SHOT (Prod. by Kenny Prosper & MyCompiledThoughts)
Hook (x2)
Wassup, wassup, wassup?
Squad is on the come up
We been taking shots, and we still getting number
Balling, ima hit a swish
Working with a fix
Hold up, ima have to give ‘em some of this, like

Verse One
You blew all your dough on Buddha last week
I don’t pay for Buddha, homie hit a trapping streak
Other homie making paintings like he breathing air
Other homie no longer breathing so be aware
I be living like I was given a day to go
Yeah it’s all a game, but you never see me playing hoe
Laying low, so that when I rise, yall are so surprised
Who the fuck is Celo? I ain’t ever seen him socialize
I be spitting, spitting gam, breaking out the frame
Taking out the flame and getting lit so I cane ease the pain
We remain a squad ‘til we rot to skeleton
Chilling and eventually we plotting on how we ascend
And depdending on the temp, I might attempt a jump
Pending what degree to which you tease and then be tempting us
Excellent reflex, we in the ESPN Top Dies, homie you know that we next
No stress, we the coldest, spit the mostest
Trying to compete with my ego to be the boldest
A mold of Jewban blood, I ain’t accusing ya
But you only tend to see what they wanna show to ya
And a shoulder rub’ll do the trick, but to you it’s Ludacris
Prolly due to the fact that I’m really rather new to this
Doing it effortless
It bring me to Neverland
I be going up and I don’t ever wanna land, like

Hook (x1.5)
Wassup, wassup, wassup?
Squad is on the come up
We been taking shots, and we still getting number
Balling, ima hit a swish
Working with a fix
Hold up, ima have to give ‘em some of this, like

Verse Two
They said if I wanna make it, ima have to get it poppin’
So I stop flowing, go and check my bank deposit
Guess I’ll be flopping, I blew my dough on a feature
I been wylin’ out and wifed up, now it’s nice to meet ya
I besiege a bum who kill the vibe I feel inside
It’s like I’m on a joyride and you hitchhike, then decide to go steal the ride
I’m steel inside, but still I melt
Clay passed away, goddamn, I felt
Empty and cold, I got a guilty soul
But still I been on a filthy roll, like
That’s three K’s, boy
Times 17, Pedro on the mound
This Sox nation lil fuckboy, so you know that we don’t play around
Gotta son ‘em now, like use your fork
I’m a bad Jew, we eating pork
Ima keep it short but I’m going long
Make a run while I write a song
Might be wrong, prolly am
Learning as I’m going and
I’m churning out this flow and then
I say wassup inside of them
Confide in them but they on the web
I’m bugging out like I’m on a web
But on the reg, I bump my old shit ‘cause I gotta honor that like
RIP, my old shit so weak
‘Cause I’m working round the clock, making music you can feel
Do believe, that’s the only rule
The opposite been holding you down for so long
You longing for someone to hold you
Going to the highest measures, I been trying for better
Reciting lines until I’m more than comfortable supplying them
A vitamin vital to victory
A simple page of symmetry
Will make a poser known for that bullshit, they a gimmickry
Lose your shit, take a trip
See who of y’all is made of shit
I guarantee, it won’t be me, I’m an OG, lowkey widdit
So deep in it, not coming back
I breathe it in, that’s love, facts (x3)
Track Name: I NEED (Prod. by Kenny Prosper)
Verse One
I need a needle to pop the bubble you live in, it’s subtle
But for whatever reason, you been sleeping under the rubble
You shoulda heeded the rumble coming from what we was bumping
‘Cause now it’s time for you to rise and realize it is something
That isn’t passing, it’s staying
And now the masses are praying
Because the pray is here to stay and I don’t plan on a slaying
I plan on playing and saying something for you to hear and see it
You receiving something new and so you fiending like you need it

Hook
Yeah, I’m fiending I need it, yeah I’m fiending I need it
Yeah, you planted a seed, it’s growing on me and I need it (x2)
Better believe that I mean it, I’m fiending for it, I need it
Without it defeated, so you know I’m about it, I need it (x2)
Yeah I’m fiending I need it, yeah I’m fiending I need it
I hit a drought, so you know I’m fiending for it I need it

Verse Two
Ever since I left the coop
I’ve been protecting the hoop
A Villen feeling it out, tryna figure out the truth
And the truth of the matter is, we becoming savages
Fiending for a screen, dream, genie for paralysis
But I’m stuck okay, whatever
Wishing air was made of cheddar
Breathe it like your favorite weather
Life has never tasted better
Still, you stuck insdei yourself with no wehere to go
Hoping that somebody enter and take care fo your soul
But see, this isn’t how it work
What’s a mouth without a smirk?
You be shouting I’m a jerk
& I be counting what it’s worth, like
Hmmmmmmmmmm
That’s nothing, can’t afford to pay attention
Too much evolution to be focused on you brethren
So I sit back, take a seat, in the industry
Couldn’t see, I guess it just wasn’t for me
The summer breeze brought me to the ground
Looked at what I saw around me
This is exactly what I wanna be around
The beat bound to me
Closest I’ll be to mami
To opponents I’m Ali
But on a team, I’m mon ‘ami
On the beat until the end, even as it descend
Going straight into the storm, it’s a habit my friend
You see, everybody has a fix
Weed, newspapers, kicks
Addy, checks, cigs
Tabs, sex, licks, likes
You name it
But don’t shame it, that’s within you
And it’ll continue to grow
Until you address it as so
The first step await
Hesitate and you late
Let it resonate

Spoken Word
You see, everybody has a fix
Weed, newspapers, kicks
Addy, checks, cigs
Tabs, sex, licks, likes
You name it
But don’t shame it, that’s within you
And it’ll continue to grow
Until you address it as so
The first step await
Hesitate and you late
Let it resonate

Hook
Yeah, I’m fiending I need it, yeah I’m fiending I need it
Yeah, you planted a seed, it’s growing on me and I need it (x2)
Better believe that I mean it, I’m fiending for it, I need it
Without it defeated, so you know I’m about it, I need it (x2)

Verse Three
Okay, you need it? I gotchu
You outta bills? I can spot you
The sour dizzle bars’ll fizzle out so you better cop ‘em
And watch ‘em ‘fore someone jack ‘em
Run up on you and snag ‘em
And come up on a ton of fire, peep as they proceed to bag it, like
Who need it? Who need it?
You want it? Ima concede it
Keep it D to L, even though it’s prevalent as demons in my soul
It’s my goal to be pushing the flow
If you didn’t get it then you prolly wouldn’t have known
What I was talking ‘bout
Think I had a sock in my mouth
But now you get it so it’s impossible to block it out
Like, this shit is hot, super flame
Mix it with butane
Then when it blow up you be like, “Okay, you wasn’t playing”
It’s a rude awakening when you take a hit of it
Thought it was the mids, now you thinking this is legitimate
Now we take it too far
& you don’t know who you are
And we gon’ keep on getting lost if you set a new bar
So keep it lower than you think you should
Even if you think you good
‘Cause you blink and all the sudden your vessel is sinking
What happened? I donno
It’s so difficult to tell
Even though I’m liberated, I’ve been living in a cell