NADA WRITTEN BY PRONE PRACTICE PRODUCED BY PRONE PRACTICE PRONE PRACTICE MUSIC B.M.I CHORUS 2X: //YALL AINT REALLY DOING NOTHIN SO MUCH WORK DOING NOTHIN BROTHERS MOTHERS AUNTIS COUSINS GIVE US SOMETHING OR ITS NOTHIN\\ VERSE 1: //These lines r parallel pen pals on parasails high as paramount pussy, but picture paints a pair of Ls I think with my dick should-a used my cerebel but more chicks than sea shells by the seashore than sara sells tongue twister don't blame the drunk liquor I'm sick a politickin on Ye n Jigaa slip up playa ill be the coach like Didka 6 month later u getting cut so give up cooking the crack serving it up strait out the la bor a tory look at the facts certain it jumps but u could say its chloroforming Got some warrants out didn't show to court according all that matters they aint snoring cause these nappers really bore me y'all are boring beyond belief, belief lifted, like bed, bath, beyond,beyonds the infinite pants sag low, my words are ill licit, judged by the image not the content in it // CHORUS 2X: //YALL AINT REALLY DOING NOTHIN SO MUCH WORK DOING NOTHIN BROTHERS MOTHERS AUNTIS COUSINS GIVE US SOMETHING OR ITS NOTHIN\\ VERSE 2: // Bring it back now, turn the volume up WESTSIDE no curtain ballroom stuff SOUTH SIDE start curbing all your guns sick of homies shot dropped murdered all at once Kick it back down, burn up all your bud NORTH SIDE don't forget to offer some EAST SIDE best believe i got u hu coming where I'm from aint shit you thought it was before it caught a buzz, so unpopular, now theres soccer moms fleece n joggers while they eating lobster up seems we've lost it bruh got alotta love, good, need it often ma switched up call it off n on acting nonchalant but Janie’s gotta gun debating all this stuff waiting on the one staying on the run preying off a hunch Call it want you want homie I'm just fed up everything you thought you new be gone in seconds still you know it all no motive dawg no method aint supposed to stop so going off please put that on the record wrecking flows n 40s I shoulda tried the gooder guy step to chosen OGs pride could of died bogeys tried eating lunch on Toby's dime told the guy its over right after i get my stogies light step aside n let me ride CHORUS 2X: //YALL AINT REALLY DOING NOTHIN SO MUCH WORK DOING NOTHIN BROTHERS MOTHERS AUNTIS COUSINS GIVE US SOMETHING OR ITS NOTHIN\\

BIG SMOKE FT BENSTRAP WRITTEN BY PRONE PRACTICE WRITTEN BY BENSTRAP PRODUCED BY PRONE PRACTICE VERSE 1: Im an old sole, another one of those folks. While you was copping DOGOS I was smoking out that homegrown. No dice, what you think you can roll twice? And make it there by showtime? Maybe if you hit like no lights, in L.A. L.A. I was just a weto west raised, ditching class like every Wednesday, scratch that dipped out in 10th grade. Blunt wraps and rapping on breaks, fuck class i’d rather be blazed, done that jump back from the paint, dumb ass my back to flames yp yup yup. Now things be cracking, makes me believe that dreams can happen. Now thieves be jacking my steez, got trees in my jeans and jacket, now cheesy rappers be claiming they chief but they need to practice. Or at least be packing their things and leave it to me to ash it. Say I smoke a lot, cats be like Prone thats some potent pot. What Im supposed to stop? Pose like Im sober? Nah, that'd be a posers plot. I post with pros n cons on blocks, n Do si Do with hoes on God, still blowing smoke into the fog, it goes and goes I’m Ghost Im gone. CHORUS: Yea, Yea and this that Big Smoke, Indo out the window cause I’ve been blown (IM Blown) Yea, Yea and this that Big Smoke, Everywhere I go its like my Intro (Im Blown) VERSE 2 (BENSTRAP): Benstrap, I've been strapped, got cocaine in a snapback. Might pull up in that hatchback, yea bang that no Shaq attack. If you need work, come talk to a nigga cause you know i got all that. 40 cocked back and I’m mad black cause I’ve been strapped. West side drug dealing nigga in my city, young Hefe I get money nigga, I can’t work a 9-5, that ain’t how I choose to get money nigga. I rather flip a pack, I rather tote the strap, I rather roll a back, like back to back to back. I got this 40 on me right now, put your top in the air like a cap and gown. Got your bitch in the booth giving head right now. Look at my diamonds how they dripping now. Look at all these bitches, they stripping now, these bitches gave up on they morals now. I just might pour up a 4 right now, jump in the coop and I’ll pull off now, with your bitch blowing smoke with the window down. And she going down, like way down. Im talking way down. This that Benstrap, and I’ve been strapped. Might show ya how to flip that and then get it back, for real. CHORUS: Yea, Yea and this that Big Smoke, Indo out the window cause I’ve been blown (IM Blown) Yea, Yea and this that Big Smoke, Everywhere I go its like my Intro (Im Blown)

SENTIMENTAL (FT BWILL OFTHE COMMITTEE) WRITTEN BY PRONE PRACTICE WRITTEN BY BWILL PRODUCED BY PRONE PRACTICE PRONE PRACTICE MUSIC B.M.I CHORUS (2x): Maybe it’s the things that i don’t know/ Said maybe its the weed that I done smoked/ Still feeling kinda lifted can you really feel it nah nah VERSE 1: Got that itch u cant scratch scratch you cant itch fact of it is Imma factor that in, in fact i practice passion n I stash it when rapping n shit so that the passions never lacking keep it stacked to the rim pacifist but never hesitate for passing that fist treat a man like a bitch it ain't a slap on the wrist savages habits really happen within actions n words turn worst makes assassins in men whats happening ill reminisce so tentative so passed it my last chick known evidence so let her in the pad and I had it but rhetoric is resin in the ashes elastic bending in Im bettering my average imagine all the people imagine theres no countries I’ll manage theres no heaven imagine no one above me CHORUS (2x): Maybe it’s the things that i don’t know/ Said maybe its the weed that I done smoked/ Still feeling kinda lifted can you really feel it nah nah VERSE 2 (BWILL): I got news for these candy rappers in search of a plug I’ve been the adapter, a true factor. The music like a drug I be the prescription precisely prescribed with an illegal addiction causing affliction. Yea the flow got me feeling sentimental, who would of thought I’d be in the marina killing instrumentals with my dental shit. Must be for a reason, my nigga Prone got the recipe yea i brought the seasoning. I stay animated like a cartoon, catch me in the whip listening to these car tunes. Im hot 95 degrees talking mid june, cherish the smallest things like a flower yet to bloom. Got a pen and pad at my pad just jotting whats real. Everybody so discrete, my nigga say what you feel. And indeed we plant the seeds so they can grow, time is of the essence, watch you reap what you sew. CHORUS (2x): Maybe it’s the things that i don’t know/ Said maybe its the weed that I done smoked/ Still feeling kinda lifted can you really feel it nah nah Verse 3: I’ll burn the candle at both ends, sample the chords next the only loco local without a flanel n cortez. Never compared it like an apple to or orange forever careless captured in portraits. Keep it moving flip a rack out of 4 cents we just tryna live fuck some fame and a fortune, i got it faded on fourth ave waiting like door men pacing the porch bench avoid the gossip. Still they talking, so pick your pen or pencil. Your bold face outlines still be in a stencil. Current mood, Im feeling kinda sentimental n the sense essential existential etch a sketch these ends don't mend you. And were they meant to? I never left just wrecked the rental..

INSECURE WRITTEN BY PRONE PRACTICE PRODUCED BY PRONE PRACTICE PRONE PRACTICE B.M.I VERSE 1: Dear ma, I hope you get this letter I hope that all your hopes for me n ken r getting better I hope we find some inner peace the inner me is weathered from all these mother fuckers saying hope is just for effort. Hope is for endeavors, l hope we never let up, hope we got a leg up when they looking for the set up. I hope for lesser pressure, I've hoped for better lectures, never been taught a better lesson keep your head up. If all else fails hope is all we got, i hope they cop my album if my album ever drops, and hope they get the point that I'm tryna put across hope that things are good when u choose to tie the knot. I hope that we could talk, cause I be missing you I just hope that all these feelings still reciprocal hope you ain't use this shit as some bitter fuel, n hope that hope be the only thing you listen to cause.. CHORUS (4x) Hope is all we got And i never had a lot Could say I'm hopeless Verse 2: Hope that all these chicks tell me i ain't shit. So I can get it, and turn em down when they want the dick. Funny how folks switch, change up say it won’t change much but thats thats the way it is. Me, me, me strait out our generations lips with a GED n claiming that they ace-ing it. Selfies got you thinking maybe got a face to lift, cop some faker tits till you fake as shit ya fake ass bitch. So play that lick, change that kick, exchange the fame for a name that fits I hope u fall n break that wrist "your mean" guess its just the way that is, jeans, hope u find your place to fit 2 years later find u way too big, I hope your 2G MetroPCS is a waste of gigs but hope u don't stop hoping u could change this shit, no hope is for hopeless nah we changing shifts// CHORUS (4x) Hope is all we got Hope never had a lot could say I’m hopeless

2 CENTS WRITTEN BY PRONE PRACTICE PRODUCED BY PRONE PRACTICE PRONE PRACTICE MUSIC B.M.I HOOK (2x): Money money money money make the world love me money that I've earned honey money that I've burned Said money money money money money for the herb sonny money make my girl love me but moneys just a word// VERSE 1: I don't got much dough On the block homie lock n load Ive lost money in my pocket bro Said what u got in your pocket loc Next thing we was boxing, woah Batman to a Robing yo Fat chance that I lost it Till the badman cocked the Glock to blow Some cats they demand money In they hand or they dance, Dougie Ain’t a fan of this plan buddy, in a jam some will chance getting canned, bugging Get high hit the land running, just to get by like a planned function, day to day money on my samsung shit, payed the rate honey yea i am bluffing (Money) Never come before the music but gotta eat and want a room with a view shit (MONEY) Is king but elusive you aint losing just an illusion (Money) Some get it on that EBT, some working hard, some needy fiends (Money) Don’t grow on trees we all tryna get at least a piece Of that money kid, money will get you a slutty bitch I'm gunning for six, digging that gold and getting the chips some configure a list and live it within I'm living for this, some literal biblicals getting they fix What if it didn't exist huh, ha what if didn't mean shit that// HOOK (2X): Money money money money make the world love me money that I've earned honey money that I've burned Said money money money money money for the herb sonny money make my girl love me but moneys just a word/ VERSE 2: Hard to be an optimist when you still scraping through pocket lint Some will take all the risk to prophet of his n cop a whip now days i aint bothered by shit, just bothered by kids who r bothered by (shhhh) off with his limbs if money still top of the list I spend my money on cigs, Tried calling it quits. They want money for that, cost money for this, money for rap and money for kids, how funny is this more money to live, dope money and shit, no money for tips Some dummies got money n didn't do shit, Some lovely, some ugly, some blue collar pimps some studied n studied now doing it big, yup (Money) Gotta live with that, get the cash like a diplomat (Money) In an income tax we getting past, kick back I'm kidding. Kicking back just west of Lincoln Money for brew to get to drinking probably throw up in the sink-n like the fuck was a thinking huh Just need a buck and a lincoln a couple blunts for the evening n I’d love it if after tonight we could call this shit even the cops be searching n seizing try to not give em a reason get it while we can cause it aint always in season that..// HOOK (2x): Money money money money make the world love me money that I've earned honey money that I've burned Said money money money money money for the herb sonny money make my girl love me but moneys just a word//

GREENER GRASS WRITTEN BY PRONE PRACTICE PRODUCED BY PRONE PRACTICE PRONE PRACTICE MUSIC B.M.I CHORUS (2X): //You wanna roll with then let me know let me ride wicha ey lets go probably on the road with wit some rolled up dro can i roll wicha can i roll // VERSE 1: Some days still feel so blue, but changed the attitude pace down avenues for half assed truth we shackled too inhale, exhale probably smoked a pound a two inhale, exhale never running out of juice yea we out the loop n out the crew smiles turned to frowns out the town they had to move to out of bounds bouncing out round n round the room dudes be down n out pass it round n round like flues season bouncing out the coup early bird the birds the word ounce up in my shoe write your name on it roll it dedicate to u remain cautious stay calm n entertain the group shoot lets dip dodge skip town kick rocks get off well get lost at pit stops like sitcoms chip of the old block now its this one moving on can u roll with the rhythm// CHORUS (2X): //You wanna roll with then let me know let me ride wicha ey lets go probably on the road with wit some rolled up dro can i roll wicha can i roll //