Lose your weight

[Verse] Back streets humming, heart's an engine revving, Clock ticks slow, but the grind stay pressing. I'm chef in the kitchen, got the heat, no stressin’, Stew pots boiling, my dreams manifesting. [Chorus] Off my lane, I’m swerving past doubt, Voices in my brain screaming, “Find your route!” Wear a crown made from sweat and pain, Out the mud, I’m rising, breaking every chain. [Verse] Eyes sharp, hawk vision on the come-up move, Every scar on my skin is a battle groove. Story wrote in the dirt, this is wisdom proof, Built from ashes, phoenix feather in my booth. [Bridge] Hold up; clocks ain’t loyal, they never stop. Minutes slip fingers like change at the shop. Don't fold, don’t bend when it’s getting hot; Pressure makes the gem that they all forgot. [Chorus] Off my lane, I’m swerving past doubt, Voices in my brain screaming, “Find your route!” Wear a crown made from sweat and pain, Out the mud, I’m rising, breaking every chain. [Verse] Talk slick? I’m the oil in the pen that glides, Word alchemy, flip thoughts, and collide. Game’s a deck, I shuffle through where the truth lies, Stack my aces, back pocket where my truth flies.

**Verse 1** Yo, step into the ring, it’s a battle of the mind, Hate’s a heavy weight, but I’m ready to unwind, Bullies in the shadows, think they got the power, But I’m rising up strong, like a blooming flower. Words like daggers, they cut so deep, But I’m building my armor, no time for defeat. You throw your shade, but I’m shining bright, Got my crew beside me, we’re ready for the fight. **Chorus** Hate and bullies, they can’t break me, I’m rising up, can’t you see? Fast like a bullet, I’m dodging the pain, Turning the hate into fuel for my gain. **Verse 2** Look in the mirror, see the scars I wear, But I’m not defined by the weight of despair. You think you’re tough, hiding behind your screen, But I’m spitting truth, you know what I mean? Words are my weapons, I’m armed with my voice, In a world full of noise, I’m making my choice. No more silence, I’m breaking the chains, Together we’ll rise, let’s dance in the rain. **Chorus** Hate and bullies, they can’t break me, I’m rising up, can’t you see? Fast like a bullet, I’m dodging the pain, Turning the hate into fuel for my gain. **Bridge** Yo, we’re stronger together, united we stand, No room for the hate, we’re taking a stand. Lift each other up, let the love overflow, In a world full of darkness, let our kindness glow. **Verse 3** So here’s the message, loud and clear, Hate can’t win when we’re spreading cheer. Bullies gonna bully, but they can’t hold me down, I’m the king of my castle, I’m wearing my crown. Fast-paced life, but I’m taking it slow, Building up my crew, let the good vibes flow. So if you’re feeling lost, just know you’re not alone, We’ll rise from the ashes, together we’ve grown. **Chorus** Hate and bullies, they can’t break me, I’m rising up, can’t you see? Fast like a bullet, I’m dodging the pain, Turning the hate into fuel for my gain. **Outro** So let’s flip the script, make the hate disappear, With love in our hearts, we’ll conquer the fear. Fast on this journey, we’re chasing the light, Together we’ll shine, yeah, we’re ready to fight!

I’m dead, took the trash out, now I’m in the county dump, You never noticed when I was dying, just a body to lump, The delivery man passed by, blind to my fate, Now I’m buried in the waste, forgotten too late. You never noticed I was dead by your front door, It took Will and Wes to see me, but you never swore, (will and wes found me dead) (will and wes found me dead) Now I’m rotting in the dump, cold and alone, You never cared, now I’m gone, turned to stone. Your front door bush seemed the safest place, To die, and what type of inhuman race. That left me to wither, didn’t even glance, Now I’m lost in the trash, no final chance. You never noticed I was dead by your front door, It took Will and Wes to see me, but you never swore, Now I’m rotting in the dump, cold and alone, You never cared, now I’m gone, turned to stone. (my response) Bro I didn't know you were dying by my front door. I also never knew my ex wife was a cheating whore. So understand that you can have wives, but it's better if you have 9 lives Guess you got the limit bro. Love you brotha and fuck the ho.

This could be heaven im livin' in, or shit/ this could be hell, whats worse is, im not sure if there's anyway for me to tell, cause I can feel the heat/ coming from the devil himself/ while laying ontop of the angels sheets under a spell/ deeply in tranced/ but stuck with frozen hands/ Listen' It was the Seventh month, day number 1, when I chose to advance and come/ Into the world, a little white boy with blue eyes and blonde curls/ I never had a big circle when I was coming up/ but for whatever reason, I also never really gave a fuck/ I was busy out tryna see the world and meet differant girls/ going on dates at an early age/ when I shoulda' been hanging with mates/ but hey, it's always when its to late, no ones fault we grew up, both changed and went our seperate ways/ I realised I've been playing with people who had already checked out the game/ So whose to blame? Distance creates distractions, dissapear in an flash and act like none of this shit even happened/ Time will wipe any sign of you even living, to where the memory of your existence becomes completley non existent/ lightning strikes, consistently light up the night like the calender is continuously on the 4th of July/ but the writings on the wall. Fight/ It if you wish/ The one thing I'll always fight to keep alive is my fuckn pride/ its/ because I know who I am/ and i know that I can have more than Iv got because I can become more than I am/ I stand, on what I say/ while lil bitches tryna play, games, breaking your shit the second you walk away, then be the first to point the blame and shit on someone elses name/ Snakes in the grass, constantly slithering past, attempting to disguise themselves behind a transparent mask I'm waking up, in the middle of the night, Cold sweats, reaching out to touch, in a fright, but/ feeling like, your body just/ still might/ be laying right/ next to me, its definitely/ the flashbacks, Feels like I'm in a cage match with the PTSD/ I see the escape latch, right there in sight, but everytime I go to reach/ I'm pulled straight back so iv gotta find/ a way to end this fight' but it just doesnt seem to get easier believe me/ Im tryin/ I'm thinking back on the years, questioning the hand I was dealt, why no peers, came to help, well.. maybe one or 2, but one died, he tried to fight his way out of the hell he was stuck inside but then met a bitch who told him, no one wanted him alive, and shit/ Now the only time I get to see Ty, is when I close my eyes/ And the other one, well he just turned out to be scum, but you win some and you lose some/ What matters, is if you learn to become/ something that's great that started from a mistake, and if you do that, then you've won!

black dude has a nice car and the bass is loud driving around our nice neighborhood

[Verse 1] SBAC time, yo, ready, set, grind Sharpen up your pencils, it's your moment to shine Rested brain, no stress, fuel up, it's prime Notes in the mental, it’s your proving time [Chorus] We rise, we thrive, we conquer the test Eat right, sleep tight, you’ll bring your best Knowledge in the backpack, study’s been blessed Show the world your skills, stand out from the rest [Verse 2] Breakfast on deck, keep the focus intact No panic, no sweat, got the brain to react Equations, essays, reflections abstract Built for the challenge, confidence stacked [Chorus] We rise, we thrive, we conquer the test Eat right, sleep tight, you’ll bring your best Knowledge in the backpack, study’s been blessed Show the world your skills, stand out from the rest [Bridge] Clock ticking, but we don’t fade or fumble Mind steady, answers flow, no stumble It’s a jungle, but you’re a lion, loud rumble Bounce back strong if the questions try to humble [Chorus] We rise, we thrive, we conquer the test Eat right, sleep tight, you’ll bring your best Knowledge in the backpack, study’s been blessed Show the world your skills, stand out from the rest

This is gonna be great Psst, I see dead people (Nicky on the beat, ho) Ayy, Nicky on the beat, ho Deebo any gym bro, he a free throw Man down, sleep in RE, tell him, "Up, bro" Nail Xav to the cross, you made him a crack-o What's up with Mr. Peters tryna see my assessment? The faculty can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options Uh, 5-0 in street fights, I'm Mike Tyson Beat your ass just cuz’ the huzz are watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show juniors Certified punching bag, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, the whole time, I know he got some puff in him Smoke on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Blake, we know you like ‘em young I also heard you like ‘em older than 21 To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide all yo sisters from him They tell me Jack the only one that get your hand-me-downs And aaliyah at the party, playing with his dick now And blake got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophile Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, suck ishaan off Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, got that cock cough Man you ball like a bitch. What? You’re tired!! bitch trying to suck Ishaan off, man you a glazerrrrrr!!! They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Go to the gym so you can get bigger? Can’t box and you know you aint got figures. Did Fran foul, don't know what you were even thinking? What was your goal? “I gon get so many bitches”, go The janitor not dumb Vape away like you want, yeah blake, he ain’t slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Lake stands for bitch and you Charlie’s most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Xav’s vape or somethin' Since 2009, u had your mum jumpin' Give this guy a wedgie, be flipped over his boxers Your hairline ad for McDonald's - make sure that you clock in - Pussy Buster better straighten his posture, got famous all up in nowhere Keep writing to yo family, till the split up start happenin’ Fuck a caption, want action, no accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Man whore dated 7 girls in 1 year, that's connivin’ “Yeah I played that game before” yeah man stop lyin’ You glazed Nicky hard, but he didn’t care neither Jelly Belly going to the gym but that ain’t doing much either. You say you damn unique, but your No. 1 Travis Scott. This ain’t far enough so we’ll take it up a notch You think we gon’ forget all yo cringy TikToks Ayy

(Intro) Hey, hey… CaseOh’s hungry, get out the way… ⸻ (Verse 1) Ain’t no stoppin’ when he sees some fries, Double-stack burgers? Super-sized! Got a milkshake, slurp it down, Then he says, “Yo, one more round!” People starin’, sayin’, “Bro, no way.” But he’s already halfway through a buffet! Plate after plate, he’s on a spree, Even the waiter’s like “Bruh… really?” ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) Oh no, he ain’t done, Ordered three steaks just for fun! Dessert cart? Clear that too! Ain’t no meal that he won’t chew! ⸻ (Chorus) Bite, bite, bite! Ain’t no leftovers in sight, He sees food? It’s gone on sight, That diet’s lookin’ real contrite! Bite, bite, bite! He don’t care about his size, Doctors yellin’, “Change your life!” CaseOh’s like, “Nah, bring more fries!” ⸻ (Verse 2) Woke up late, first thought? “Grub.” Skipped the gym, hit the sub shop twice. Late-night snacks? Yeah, he don’t stop, Ordered five pizzas, made ‘em disappear—POP! ⸻ (Bridge) (Spoken) “Bro, are you… eating during this song?” (muffled) “Huh? Oh yeah—one sec.” (Beat drops) He takes a breath, but not for long, Just enough time to chew this prawn! Calories? Man, what’s that mean? He’s too busy eatin’ this whole cuisine! ⸻ (Final Chorus) Bite, bite, bite! Mac & cheese? He needs a bite, Tacos, sushi—that sounds tight! Every meal is dynamite! Bite, bite, bite! CaseOh’s livin’ large, alright, Menu says “all-you-can-eat”? Guess this place is CLOSED tonight! ⸻ (Outro - Fading) CaseOh… chill out bro… nah nah nah… Wait, did you just eat my fries?!

[Verse] Cornfields crown, steel mills flexin’ their might Smokestacks puff, dark Midwest night Rust belt gold, a skyline of grime and toil Coal dust diamonds, dirt churned into royal [Verse 2] Factories hum, the blue collars chant Granny in the kitchen, grease spatters on her pant Trucks bump bass, flatlands stretching wide Tornadoes twist but can't shake Midwest pride [Chorus] Midwest anthem, corn-fed kings Heartland hustle, the struggle it sings Steel-toe dreams, boots knocking on fate Grimy hands build up the Great Lakes state [Bridge] Calves so big, they could plow the frost Hay bales stack where the silence is lost Red barns stand like sentinels proud Midwest whispers under thunderclouds [Verse 3] Riverbeds carve veins through rock and heart Gas station coffee fuels a world torn apart Soybean sunsets soak bruised skies undone Grain elevator shadows chase down the sun [Chorus] Midwest anthem, corn-fed kings Heartland hustle, the struggle it sings Steel-toe dreams, boots knocking on fate Grimy hands build up the Great Lakes state

[Verse] Grandma Deb in the whip, cruise steady grip, Jetmore dust kickin’ off her dusty trip. Kansas plains rollin’, hay bales on the side, She’s got a thermos of tea, it’s a grandma joyride. [Verse 2] Highway stretch, sky big as her heart, Ain’t no GPS, she navigates by art. Moon pies on the seat, shades guarding her stare, Jetmore to Newcastle, wind tanglin' her hair. [Chorus] Vroom goes the Camry, soul full of speed, Foot touches gas, fulfillin’ the need. Stretch from Kansas flat to Okie red clay, Grandma Deb on the road, can't nobody stay in her way. [Verse 3] Passing farmers in caps, tractors in line, Waving at Deb as she waves back, fine. Closin’ miles like stitches on a quilt she sews, Oklahoma signs flash as the journey flows. [Bridge] "Watch out slow-pokes, here come the queen, Cornfields to highways, you know what I mean!" She’s got a playlist full of golden grooves, Classic to modern—got them old folks' moves. [Chorus] Vroom goes the Camry, soul full of speed, Foot touches gas, fulfillin’ the need. Stretch from Kansas flat to Okie red clay, Grandma Deb on the road, can't nobody stay in her way.

[Verse] Pen scribble hieroglyphs, pyramids on graph sheets, Schemin' up a plot thicker than grandma's feast. Gold on my riddles, flow sharper than thistle, Enemies scatter, blown away like missile. [Chorus] Chasin' dreams through the fog, climbin' mountaintop, Chain swing heavy, tickin' loud like a rooftop clock. Eyes on the prize, no detours, no stop, Cites rise to my cadence, I make the world rock. [Verse] Streetlight philosopher, words paint vivid canvas, Splittin’ atoms with rhymes, leave your mind in madness. Digest wisdom, heavier than grandma's locket, Every line's ignition, sparks fly like sockets. [Bridge] Night draped in shadows, heartbeats blend with sirens, Concrete choir singing tales of defiance. Underdog anthem, penned with burning desire, Knew I'd take it higher; now I'm dancing in fire. [Verse] Jukebox rebel, shatter norms with syllable weaponry, Microphone cipher thicker than old century pedigrees. Villain cape on, flippin' winds in dark room, Pen crafting destiny, each bar spells doom. [Outro] Laid bricks with verse, skyscrapers I be buildin', Legendary footsteps where echoes ain't yieldin'. Streetborn poet, legacy etched in ceilings, Runnin' through time, immortal’s kinda feelin'.

[Куплет 1] Как я тут оказался? Не помню сам, Снова сижу на диване, пропитываясь дымком и жратвой пополам. Каждый вечер одно и то же – старый маршрут, Тут кухня как пытка, но выхода нет, и я снова иду. (Еда) Курица – подошва, мясо – уголь, Картошка такая, что лучше бы с голоду сдохнуть. Но выбора нет, а желудок не ждёт, Пережаренный кошмар лезет в глотку вперёд. [Припев] Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где пропахнешь, будто сгорел, но тут нормальный вайб. Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где без Ашота кальян – это просто тлен и крах. [Куплет 2] Диван у кухни – мой самый страшный враг, Сел на час, но домой понесёшь на себе этот ад. Запах горелого масла и тухлого мяса, Теперь твоя куртка – их главный экспонат. (Кальян) Если Ашота нет – ты попал, друг, Тут кальян без него – как хардкор без рук. Тлеет табак, будто он умер в агонии, Ты тянешь, но чувствуешь только разочарование. [Припев] Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где кальян без Ашота – это боли и крах. Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где нет выбора, и ты снова сидишь как дурак. [Куплет 3] Курю много, не могу это бросить, Привычка сильнее, чем желание сбросить. Вроде бы мог бы пойти куда-то, Но только тут удобный стол – вот и расплата. (Брат, это тупик…) Выбор? Нет! Меню? Ад! Зачем я тут? Но опять подряд! Говорю себе: «Ну, может, в последний раз», Но завтра снова тут – в O.G. Lounge Paradise… [Припев] (x2) Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где еда – это боль, а дым – твой второй рай. Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где столы решают всё, и ты снова тут, знай.