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Gain and Loss

by LazyEyez

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16s 01:50
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Lunick Hustle 24 on my way to my shine bright Drinkin on the basis toast to my same nights young soldiers all on board all around you We ball hard till the day we fall off sayin rights Tell me whos the sickest, my lord as my witness Ima give em mothafuckin 2 cents for business When I be killin this bitches trip so I pay my bill n tip Now she thank me very much but I dont give a fuckless Always on that walk n talk smokin in the parkin lot 40 oz nd that kush fuck it if its dark or not Keepin it real ima do my thing Ima hustle till my boys do they thing Made in cali and the basic keep on Luni ek its the new season kick off Money over bitches ima goto grave with This a topshelf no fake shit so embrace this Russy White They bitchin bout the 9-5 when u the one who decided not to live the life of rollin dice Lifes a bitch so I throw it on the table hit it from the front Comin for my crew? we gon start the hunt the poor get poorer But that aint Forever Better grow up and man up Or hear the words "forget her" So I step up and lace up Shoes got air so i layup Away from the motherland 1.5 ya understand Stay coastin down the street there ain't no other plan You ain't sayin shit if it ain't to my face But u ain't gon see me cuz yall can't keep pace Do it for flights vacas and playdates Until that one day we never take half days Young cre body got our feet on the ground You ain't a part if you aint come to get down
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Hands High 02:41
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Lunick On my way to shine bright trust me on this fly night You gotta get yo mind right no doubt I drop a single dime I throw my fingers up twist the middle and its goes like West west the best up young enough to prove it now Paper chasin paper rollin just another 213 Peso grindin aint no fuckin fruntin on the true MC Rhythm is the main theme we the men of the year Lunick in the buildin lifted purple smokin in the air get this ship goin til my wind blow contiue You aint sellin shit cus my lean flow until you Wck ass mothafuckas learn some lessons man I buckem Stick my middle finger suck it this that youngcre avenue I smoke a lotta weed to keep them bullshit off my head Drinkin on the basic kick me down I break yo fuckin leg S H A R P L U N I C K forget a lot a shit but i could not forget the street said Russy White yea yea, my boys are my fam bitches to the side, and hoes I couldn't give a damn they all want it, the piece of pie, the higher I fly but I stick to those who kept it real, no lie and when you stack, the green becomes the proof boy gotta hustle, come kick it in the booth pocket full of change bout to change it into millions thats the way I do it man fuck yo opinion you think i'm done with it, i'm about reload i'm comin for your spot no doubt i'm goin beast mode hear the passion in my voice young boy rolled the dice, now i'm livin the fight, and i'm in it for life never switch, maintain and grow so grab a drink, grab a seat, welcome to my show all i do is win just so you know Russy White in the game now you fuckin know nafla fuck em haters if thots pay no attention an independent artist, prodigies take over came from the side with an illegal I.D. heavywieght on it like muhammad ALi side dish for my side bitch guns the tounges, the violent one, glock it lightly shots green liquor,like chemistry 101 respect it and pay hommage na's the name, it grows in u fuk the color system i'm the chosen dude put yo hands up high, i vandalized the game, its nothing but an usual thing u know i kill anything given, the veteran of it keep 24/7 hustle every song given no going back gotta push harder if the homie aint part of
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Bring it Back 02:37
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Lunick all my weed indoor My shit legit grown one hit you sit blown Go get my info youngcre we sinful kill roach n indo LA street shit got clips out the window Lord knows we sinner thizzles for my dinner You fuck around I sing a killin theme n aint no realer never leave a witness dont worry bout my bizniz Youngcre on my back n survival of the fittest Lunick, lazy eyes gain n loss we marchin off the map southside california representin beast from the west tipsytocc about the dough so I bought the dope Ah grab yo cash stash n im out the door nafla 1992 may the kingdom come around please pass me crown, my peep are waiting home around kiss my sweet ass, I'm naturally selected, give her the d, shes attracted, spend the cheese and get recieved albums dropping but nothin like the 90's every hypebeasts on that same thing its like waldos over here,and waldos over there, i'm on the new level aiming for a billionaire can't you ever see that? born and raised in los angeles, 4th street we kick it on the fukin studio, hit it, spit it, i'm addicted money on my mind,90's till infinity all the verses killin', give us the mic we be monkey flippin call me the hero, cuz i bring the real back munching bitch ass haters, my flows be steady and still fat like fubus and kangols, i'm new to u but know that i still keep my swag original
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Kindness 02:09
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Russy White it takes years to paint yo image and practice makes perfect so we scrimmage and as I'm loookin out the bus window I see the faces of the troubled, can i be the hero? but I just watch, let it fill my heart, and i applaud those who did it from the start facin reality, the tall buildings of the city can you grind for your dream with stability? and i must say a part of me has become so numb to the fact that i'm far away from home do you see it, believe it, a ridiulous dream but we well on our way, and Cre be the team put my hands together, and i'm prayin for them better days I love the hustle game, but you gotta find better ways this is comin to you live from my mind follow me and i'll show you the sign so who are we exactly will I be the same when I touch a milli we just tryna get it we just tryna live it and to do anything, gotta believe it as i'm walkin down the avenue i ask myself, how imortant is the revenue but either answer don't tell me what i'm about I guess sometimes my mind never hears me out cuz I gotta know who I am but how many of us really understand Peace or war, i'm here to take everything is there real love in a wedding ring? man, i swear i hear the birds sing it's funny how our limit is their home so just maybe, the sky ain't the limit just how far we can see things, so roll it up and hit it city light shinin bright into my face so i lace up my chucks, and i'm steady keepin pace life your life, or die with your story untold this is mine, watch it steady unfold
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Fake Armani Suit 03:18
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Russy White I bet my life on this shit I got cre all armed and ready let that sink in yo mind cuz every night we grindin steady I showed up and I owned it, so now you're cleanin toilets don't try to knock my hustle you can sit back and enjoy it my life a movie, your life is stupid, whacchu work for? just to spend it buildin it up, money what's up, ain't from the town but I'm blowin it up same shit, different day, wakin up I got shit to say like fuck you and your whole crew, and that's the shit that mackwon said now.. can you rap like this, rap half as sick, wid a fat one lit nah.. stay in school with your backpack, bitch and yo half ass shit ah.. oh my oh my, oh Lord please have mercy no words, i let my bank, speak to those who curse me see the door, better turn the knob when the cash flow, you don't need a job 23 and i'm ballin out i'm next to shine and I rep my town you see it? you hate it, see me? then i made it team packed it's over, 2 years and we make it boy benji My new shit should playing in her audio You aint bout that life, fake armani suits Q yelling they he go, Cuban links from mexico I be watching on, waiting for my time on radio It¡¯s the deep blue southern accent u heard Spreading the vibe, los angeles to icy new york Click Clock my tounge pull my taste bud trigga Not allowed to say that , gotta grind for them figures Whats the amount. Whats the account People talkin about the game, we invading the sound YC alive, you see a live. Keep it hunnit Yall bitches surely missing a lot Make a room for the king, royal crown my head Give a little taste, shittin on they raps, Muthfukas, the 1990s taking over, you payin us Benjis coming closer If you don't have nothing Then don't say nothing man
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Smokers Club 02:48
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nafla who dat homie lookin inside the jet the hotspot the place where party at white top, and bottom red chillin nice breeze inside the private jet comin up from the tour bus door open last roughy nights hangovers nothin roll da greens in a big sofa ciroc with coke two cupped soda chill breathe for little bit we smokin that greens and a little sip on that nunu, fuck a milli multi milli or call me the billi boy make every single history on a next level shit you kill to see wha a grammy nomoniee lolipops for the hoes, give cavity let me come and educate you we go up up, elevate you everdays a celebration for the dream chasers drink that liquor would you feel yo potion i dont feel that levatation but im high as that muthafukin kite cant see nothing, what the fuck is up nafla came to fuck shit up money the root to success failures pave me the way i came to see you, mr. frankie benji rap money hood rich, mark my tally stay hiphop, dont studder then all rich maintain cuz mainstreams falling hoes acting like hoes every minute buy they clocks, call myself pimpin downtown LA, sexy mama top floor, i serve banana or beverly hills or malibu beach maybe hollywood signs, is nice when dreams come true finazlie the masterplan only came here to conquer the game i know im the shit so its just a foreseeing yall bitches on a wrong wrong prediction let me come and educate you we go up up, elevate you everdays a celebration for the dream chasers drink that liquor would you feel yo potion i dont feel that levatation but im high as that muthafukin kite cant see nothing, what the fuck is up nafla came to fuck shit up roll one and blaze it off rolll one till dreams come true
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Sound to your Deaf Side 02:40
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Russy White they wanna battle me, I'll win I gaurentee shoutout to my boys hustlin bars in the 213 cuz young cre bring flavor to your ears cuz young cre doin damage over here now check it, boy you better never disrespect it and now i'm too young for my passion to have melted light it, then I write it, yall checkin out my joint the track killin, I got it, these flows stayin on point the booth is for truth so fake mcs better move yall too loose but we stayin true to this groove ha, who done did it now they said droppin outta college would lead straight to the couch but nah it lead straight to this moment and more when I'm on stage killin the 58 til I'm dead and i'm gone so no sorrow when I pass, no tomorrow make it last we revin it up it's time to hit the pedal let it gas young cre bring flavor to your ears young cre doin damage over here we stay skywalkin comin from the westside no doubt we givin sound to yo deaf side nafla blocka to yo head, homie gotta pay ma whole team ready we got no limits, coming straight out from the dungeon bring the dead king crown a monkey its a fukin revolution right about time, its that right sound, making chedda chedda the bangers no doubt pedal to the medal the first place murder yo life with a muthafuka mixtape na''s flow be demolicious yall still steady, being that same ol' biches YC cooking new school follow russy and do what lu do my pens alive, scribbling and dribbling down this is all i got, homie its crazy yellow skin, saying hello bitch king of the rookie ball like carmelo did
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South 02:59
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Lunick acid tab, hallucinatin cashin checks, its luzy baby swisher and that soju and that hiphop music southside in this bitch with me damn she loud as fuck and its 6:50 so watch me droppin another hot topshelf and thats all that i got hotbox the whole block and the parking lot my words got you chillin out, indica uh, so who the fuckin best now young cre on the stage and the rest out westside yeah we hustle till my lungs pop i move a muscle then i watch her ass pop hiphop doesnt stop so i got my runnin shoes on even though im chillin but my swags gonn fool off yeah we killin here, you feelin this? millionaires we dealin Ps, bossin up no leaders please comin up like no tomorrow on my lap some bomb ass models im havin a good time im doin it all night Started from the trap bitch puffin on the best smoke Talk that shit I walk that shit ridin solo west coast This that southside gangsta party got a shit load ye pound of mary Huge ass bong I dome to the head gang of dead body in the lobby 22 n drunk as shit burnin swisha cold bitch LA boy on 213 lunicks fuckin home bitch Illest fucka you know kill em all I got it bossin shot him a minute ago but the body still bouncin Realest flow since day one this the shit tht they want 24/7,12,1 yeah my job is well done You reachin but im on there Im rich n you jus welfare Smokin on that uh yeah HA my fellaz bout that warfare
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Take Notes 02:21
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Russy White when i was 2 my fam came for my dad's dream my mom servin tables she made the ends meet me and my bro playin ball by the school side dreamin bout the NBA we shootin hoops all night so where the passsion at, it's where u left it last i believe every single day should be the best you had took about 7 years movin out the neighborhood dad got job in IA we went from bad to good still a small apartment with two rooms sent to a no ESL everybody white school everybody's parents doctors livin in houses but i was raised not to be moved by all the loudness now let me jump to now my dad pullin six figures mom a nurse she works hours based on the tax picture good money it's hard to stay under the line love em both, they livin the hustler shine Relax and take notes This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop take tokes of the marijuana smoke Put your hand up that you shoot with Throw you in a choke hustle in my blood i'm just tryna get my own always stay locked in i created my zone i do new to the overdue ima get an ocean view chillin in a penthouse got whole city view ha, swear it gon turn into reality dream get bigger haters turning into centipedes nowadays they askin where the new at but i straight kill em with that boombap KR goin hard so they call is hardkor got my shades on i'm in superstar mode and on goes the encore.. yea hustle 24 got the whole team on board 3 fingers in the air for YC we grind 이사칠 anywhere the mic be hater see me standing where the light be my show, yall just here to sight see Relax and take notes This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop take tokes of the marijuana smoke Put your hand up that you shoot with Throw you in a choke

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released May 30, 2014

Lyrics by: Russy White, Lunick, nafla
Mixed by: Pluto
Cover art by: Won-J

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