One Way – It’s My Guns Only

GOD WISH: a.k.a – (WHSS) Demand it Forcefully

“Originally, anthems were devotional verses sung as a response during a religious service. By the 16th century, anthems consisted of psalms, hymns, or prayers sung responsively by two separated choirs. Music for soloists and instrumental accompaniment (normally the organ) were eventually incorporated into the liturgical anthems and alternated with verses sung by a single choir.”

Now lets fast forward to today. Anthems are based on ideas of self-thought. To put it another way, it’s My Way. “It’s something that everybody responds to” Me. Me. Me. & Me. + Me. Of More Of Me.

These days, a new American Anthem is My Way. It’s to be told to everyone. Here I Am! I do it right! I do it in my own way! And in the mean-time, (before and after) it inflates the persona (self image)… projecting an image of an idealized self (perfect or better than in reality).”

Little Fires Everywhere: Take It or Leave

Lil Skies – Havin My Way (feat. Lil Durk) [Official Music Video]

Lil Skies – Havin My Way (feat. Lil Durk) Stream/Download: https://lilskies.lnk.to/HavinMyWayID Subscribe for more official content from Lil Skies: https://1…

Lyrics

Yeah, I’m havin’ my way, always
I’m havin’ my way, always
Still have my way
(Yeah)

I’ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch
I’m sorry, I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ nigga, get the fuck out my face
I brought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
Nigga want smoke, I’m like, “OK”
We gon’ pull up, take his ass out in broad day
I’ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch
I’m sorry, I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ nigga, get the fuck out my face
I brought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
Nigga want smoke, I’m like, “OK”
We gon’ pull up, take his ass out in broad day

It’s more money out here to be made, oh
None of these bitches get saved
I take this drip to my grave, bro
Dash on these bitches, I’m great
She on my neck like a groupie ho
Had her before I was paid
These niggas lame how they catch the boat
Tryna keep up with my waves

I keep them racks on my nightstand
I don’t put my trust in no one
I had to go with the right plan
Separate me from the fake ones
I’m poppin’ off like a handgun
Cops askin’ questions, we don’t say nothin’
Designer on my fuckin’ body
Shorty, why your boyfriend dressin’ like a pilgrim?
To be honest, I don’t feel him
I live what I rap, that’s a real life
Lil’ shorty got hit with a real pipe
Now she don’t want you, it don’t feel right
I’m thanking God, ’cause I’m double blessed
I’m in the sky, somewhere outta sight
True stoner high, e’ry night
Livin’ this high, you gotta pay the price

I’ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch
I’m sorry, I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ nigga, get the fuck out my face
I brought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
Nigga want smoke, I’m like, “OK”
We gon’ pull up, take his ass out in broad day
I’ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch
I’m sorry, I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ nigga, get the fuck out my face
I brought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
Nigga want smoke, I’m like, “OK”
We gon’ pull up, take his ass out in broad day

Drip too hard, don’t stand too close
Fuck around, get hit up with this K
Don’t say you love me, better get out my face
Can’t get a job with a tat on my face
Niggas ain’t real and I can’t relate
I bring my gun when I go on dates
Order my money when I get it from Chase
Hit up Virgil, Louis my shades
Niggas say I’m fake, don’t know what you think
I done fucked a model bitch over the sink
Coco Chanel, I ain’t put it in pink
Animal cruelty, I put on this mink
AP too little had to add me a link
Mike Amiri denim, gotta hunnid on my jeans
I’ma do whatever, gotta feed my team
I married my bitch, gotta baguette the ring
Apparently, the clarity, ay, ay, ay
Chicago streets to Beverly, ay, ay, ay
All-white 1’s, like KKK
Skies goin’ broke? Pshh, ain’t no way
Let a bitch come try to steal my chain, spit on her face

I’ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch
I’m sorry, I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ nigga, get the fuck out my face
I brought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
Nigga want smoke, I’m like, “OK”
We gon’ pull up, take his ass out in broad day
I’ma go flex on a bitch, go stunt on a bitch
I’m sorry, I’m havin’ my way
You ain’t even with my team, you ain’t with my gang
Lil’ nigga, get the fuck out my face
I brought a Glock in the party, I shoot at the opps
They dancin’ like B2K
Nigga want smoke, I’m like, “OK”
We gon’ pull up, take his ass out in broad day

The Vanishing Half: My Way or the Highway

MRVZ – My Way (Official Video)

This ones for the whole West Sydney. but dedicated to my hood Blacktown 48. Bless Visuals by – https://www.instagram.com/c45_nii/ Music by – Instagram – http…

Lyrics

When you see the yellow line on the chest,
Forever screaming checkmate
Never playin checkers just chest
Never out looking for the beef
Stay reppin for the whole west sydney
And it’s love to the rest
I’m just here to make it clear that we here
Blacktown 48 and we near
Cruisin down the hood with the tape on my bumper
YL Jumper, you best beware,
That I be here for the taken,
Never ever playing wit mic,
That is like playing with my life
I don’t ever lay low but you know that I be on my j cole
im only here for the night,
Just to break it down my crazy sound is getting to you
Man I just want credit when the credit is due,
I feel like new rappers they be jumpin the que
And I ain’t tryna take shots I’m just speaking the truth,
Never been the one to speak falsely
My friends and my family they know me,
Forever held it down for the ones I love since
L O L And Clique bang yeah the old me,
It went from lil poet to big boy boy marvz,
And then boy MRVZ, straight to being just MRVZ,
Got nothing nothing to lose,
But Don’t abuse my energy
I do what I do
To put hood where it’s meant to be

Most people look in and judge
I stepped foot in and fell in love
It’s just like that,

Abit rough around the edges but I like that
I’m from Mangere,and this is just like that

Suburban boy I shake this game,
I stepped on the scene and made my name,

But still remain In God
And I’ll never change
I still maintain the love
But I flex on pain,

Now Best believe that my seats reserved,
I don’t have to prove nothing
I been wrecking mics since my birth,
Yes you guessed it, your on the guest list
Of my performance,
And ima keep on pushin harder,right until I’m tourin,
Head over hills no lauren
I’m O.G no waren,
48 reppin,
Blacktown to be exact,
Check the map,
Yellow line follow that T1 is where it’s at,

See since I was 6 I was handed that mic,
I got told to only speak facts, truth and life
Never ever speak nothing that you’ve never been through,
Never speak about the places that you’ve never been to,

Welcome to the home of the workers
Home of the west point
I’m just aiming for the checkpoint,

Until then I hold it down so they remember the name
Still MRVZ ALL caps don’t make me say it again