Cheesing

savior

[@kkkndrck]

It ain't nun 
It ain't nun, yeah (yeah, yuh) 
It ain't nun, yeah 
I want money, yeah 
They acting funny, yeah (they acting funny!)
Them n**gas phony, yeah (them n**gas phony!) 
I feel like Tony Stark 
Why my ex-b*tch tryna start sh*t? 
Big black .9(mm), yeah I got a tar blick
30 round drum, yeah-yeah it scar sh*t (Ba! brr!) 
He talking down? Okay we finna scar him. 
Yeah, okay I'm finna bleed him (damn)
I been that nigga since I started rapping (yeah)
N**ga you lying, you not really trapping (yeah, yuh) 
N**gas not worried about where I been (where I been) 
They switching on n**gas like it was Ben 10 
I'm seeing different faces like it was Ben 10 
Made sure you good, but you biting my hand? (damn)
I punch a jugg, and come up a few bands (damn)
Been understood, these niggas ain't my friends
I rolled a wood, and stuffed like three grams 
Would you let me see life through your lense? 
I think I fucked up my life hit the ceiling fan. 
I think I'm fucked up, my thoughts are evil man. 

ben 10 prod. @kndrck

Prod: shishastopsippin
editor: Intergalactic & OTK collective

Lyrics:

bitch I sip fo my problems, uh huh
Tell shawty that she bad, but she know it
Ain’t been the same since I got up my motion

If it’s not about that bread,
Don’t even hit my phone
Huh, bitch, don’t even play with the 7,
Cuz’ my twin got the backdoor

Lately I been feelin’,
Way to many feelings
Took these drugs I’d thought they’d heal me,
Turns out they was tryna kill me

Oh, I can’t even trust—
I don’t even know who to trust,
That bitch think I lust, 
“I just want your love though”

Shout out to my brothers,
It’s still free lil’ slugger, 
I might cuff that pretty hoe,
But I’m never gon love her

Know I love my nerdy hoe,
She look jus like futaba
I got ap skelly, man, it look jus like baba

Boy, what’s yo problem?
Cuz’ I’m with the klan we solve em’
I got fangs like vampires,
I sip on red that blood yuh

Smoked up, like a blunt yuh
I want racks, I want that motion
I won’t pay promotion,
Keep that blade, I’m like a shogun

I’m so lifeless,
I can’t get behind it
I rock out with the O,
So I’m prolly ain’t never gon sign shit

Too much shit done changed me,
I can’t pin down what did
I think that she hate me,
But I’m tryna figure out what I did

He say that he “made me”,
I don’t even know if god did
I feel like this life hate me,
So I smoke exotic, yuh

I could send you up bitch,
He say that he “made me”, 
I don’t even know if god did.

atheist. / nihilism.

Thas so u 
Lyrics @1katana (1ktna)
Reprod. Intergalactic (Collective)

thats so u

1ktna (1katana)
prod(s): Birdbidness + intergalactic
Editing: intergalactic + 1katana

Lyrics:

i know when my time come,
I’ll be rich inside my casket
The klan gon’ walk down shit,
45, toe taggin’ shit

And I got drug money,
Okay, where I stash it?
2k on my fashion,
Why you worried ‘bout what I’m havin’?

Pit stop, fill up on gas, shi’
“Where I grew up ain’t have shi’”
Nah, it’s cash out, it’s cash in,
Get my bags up, I’m in cash land

Wuh, Wuh, Wuh,
These hoes, they be goin’, yea
These racks, they keep comin’, yea
These bands, I keep thumbin’ em’
Pop perc, say I get in that mode, mhm, yea

When I’m on that red, cannot control myself,
Lil’ bro say he a demon, we sent him straight to hell,
My slime better beat that case, he got me biting my nails

Free  my twin, he the realest,
Y’all ain’t opps, y’all’s my children,
Got jet lag, now I can’t feel it
Sip on red, my kidneys failin’

V6, twin turbo, yea,
He seen’t that muzzle flash, yea
Huh, oh yea, yea
Oh yea, yea

Know when my time come,
I’ll be rich inside my casket
The klan gon’ walk down shi’,
45, toe tag shi’

N’ you worried ‘bout my money?
fuck that, what do you have, bitch?
Nex’ nigga talkin’ on Tana, he getting belt, 
He getting lashes

Think my shit so funny?
Burn his house down, 
With matches

Hit that whip, my voice gon change,
It get deep as shit
Movin’ ot goin’ dumb as a bitch,
I’m puttin’ “belt to ass” my gun got switch
I give the whole world gifts, but I’m not Saint Nick 

Touch my chain, you dyin’,
Touch my chain, you dyin’,
Touch my chain, someone dyin’

Hermés sheets onna queen sized bed,
Young niggas starvin’, they ain’t never get fed
My pockets fat ‘cuz they well fed
If you ain’t up with the klan, you ain’t ever get ahead

Nigga say it’s smoke? Gotta clash with the klan
Need my heater, nigga, where my fan?
Tryna do shows, nigga where my fans at?
Tana go hard, and he rappin’ on bandlab

Tana so hard, and he rap on his phone,
Up with the set, n’ we gon’ kick yo door

Bleh, you a broke nigga, you need cash back,
I got what you made on Cashapp,
I got what you made on Venmo,
Bet I clear nettspend, aye, like tenfold

That nigga washed like rinso,
And I feel like Batman, when I’m post, all black, with a gen 4
Grandma ask “why I’m sagging?” cuz my stick got a extendo
Buddy got hit “what happened?”, hit wit a long as stick like kendo

get lit (prod. Georgie)

1katana

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