Fried Till I Die Is A Free EP, Engineered, Mixed And Mastered By Lampman Himself. Project Is Full Of Drugs. Good Drugs.
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lyrics
WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP
X4
MONEY ON MY MIND BITCH, AND IM HELLA FRESH
RED BOTTOMS FO MA BITCH, SHE SO DEV-IL-ISH
THINK YOUR TRAPPIN ON THE BLOCK CAUSE YOU-SELLIN-SESS
WE DID THAT IN GRADE SCHOOL, ACEN EVERY TEST
WE KNOW SMARTS WERE NEEDED, KEPT A BUSINESS MIND
NO BREAKS IN HERE, GOT THAT I AINT EVER FINISHED GRIND
FANS OUTSIDE, LIKE A BOXING DAY LINE
TO HEAR PUNCHES, CATCH THESE K.O'S ITS BOXING RHYME TIME
FUCK THE CRUNCHES, KEEP A FEW ROLLS, MY TUMMY DOIN FINE
ONLY TIME WE WENT OUT TO EAT WAS DOIN DASH AND DINES
LEARNT HOW TO CYCLE THIS MONEY, DOPE, GRASS AND LINES
MADE ME THE FRESHEST FRESHMAN, WHEN I STEPPED IN GRADE 9
ALL BAPE, THAT SHIT WAS HOT, WITH THE GINO GREEN GLOBAL
NOW IM JUST COOLIN IN MY OWN GEAR, THERES MULA IN THE VOCALS
CASH FLOW, COUNT THAT, FUCK THE REVIEW
AN ASSHOLE, I KNOW THAT, THAT AINT NOTHING NEW
WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP
X4
its still kingz whos been doper, big bags under my shades
put that buzz up in your ear, like trimmers cutting a fade
damn right im gettin flake
look at my weedplate
im smoking whatchu re-up, yeen know im straight baked
this boi cake, all you makes cookie cutter
thats why they eating me all up, like dawgs with peanut butter
a real hustler, ask round bout the grind
no body handed me shit, i did it all on mines
within time
theyll see my point like a prism
ill shine through them with no question so theres no need to quiz em
feeling rightous when i write scripts, so fuck me baptism
find to chew through everybody, like who care if i rap with em
the glass is crissened
with that triple A puff
i just flipped a freshy deucey, plus a tours lined up
if you hyped up till the nights up lemme hear a WHRUD UP!?
was lastnamed now im on the podium holding the cup
WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP
X4
HIT THE STAGE, HOW IM SOUNDING, MIC CHECK 1,2
THEN I WOKE UP IN THE TELLY, "BITCH" "WHO THE FUCKS YOU"
I AINT KNOW YEA NAME, OR WHERE YEA GOIN BOO,
BUT MY CHECK OUT WAS 11, AND ITS HALF PASSED 2,
SO ITS DEUCES TO THAT GROUPIE
I THROW ME ON A COOGIE
ROLL A DOOBIE, IN A LOOSELEAF
HIT THE VAN AND WATCH A MOVIE
MONTREAL, OTTAWA, VAN COUV WITH THE CANUCKS
GOIN HARD, GIVE IT MY ALL, TRYING TO STRETCH THESE LAST BUCKS
WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP
(THE FELLAS // THE LADIES // THE PIMPS // THE HOES
THE KILLAS // THE ROBBAS // DEALAS WITH THE COKE
THE DOCTORS // THE ATHLETES // SENATORS // AND PRESIDENTS
I ASK WHRUD UP!? NOW ANSWER THE QUESTION BITCH!
WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP WHRUD UP
WHAT!?
credits
from Fried Till I Die,
released October 13, 2017
Artwork: Flick On Media
Engineer: Lampman
Mixed & Mastered: Lampman
Prolific Mexico City rapper SPEAK ponders the self-isolated age on a booming EP, recorded live in his kitchen during quarantine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2020