FULL-CIRCLE

I promise one day I will.

Instagram - @eccentric_ren

-Lyrics-

And i got a 40 im gripping dont fuck with a ratatat yall niggas tripping i pull up and run it back heart attack kill me a nigga for money back i dont want money back i want my honey back

Pull a hunid dash and kill a nigga from a taxi wanna catch me niggas fake wanna tax me niggas tats free really talking bout a set please wanna be me say cheese when i pull three 

Hunnid glocks nigga money talks make his shorty pop

Die for the hate niggas really fake niggas really talking to the jakes niggas carry weight 

Niggas really wanna make a point i push a nigga to his breaking point fucking with the money and I really take his place

Make a scrambled egg out a nigga brain honey the body dont count my nigga we the same i took a hunnid i bet his shorty know my name like i pull up and kill her i tell her mommy im insane 

2018 niggas really wanna lash out no funny had a honey hit a dash out could’ve died but i really wanna crash now i dont cry now fake frown make her blast out 

I can take his money shorty and his benz nigga talking funny you dont really wanna end if he wanna bark i put a nigga in his pen i dont play games nigga fuck sad.....

Friendd really want my niggas to bleed i put a hunnid on his name i want a nigga to plead If he really think he funny imma really proceed tech 9 tote blinds so i really can see

These niggas really funny i dont talk shit with a stick nigga hopping like a bunny dumbass nigga big dummy when i pull up duck down, dip left better runny

Dark for the night ugh i might take her life ugh shorty think she bad imma kill her outta spite ugh dark black nails nigga really bout his life ugh stunt for the gram while i doggy fuck his wife ugh

2019 niggas really had it all i was ren for them all tryin pick up from my fall taking bodies after bodies like a shooter at the mall 

late nights like i really wanna call

Rockstar figure finger on the triggers.... thats all you niggas know dont even know i miss her i be the reason why you niggas really miss her i tell this nigga jack I’ll really fuck his sister.




I love you jack.

I'll watch you rot (Prod. Fidi x $weatshirty)

sampled from "salem's secret" by peter gundry and "chop suey" by system of a down
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art by @clyptic
i put a lot of work into this shit
i hope u enjoy

DEEP END 2 (PROD. SALEM)

you don't see, but I've been holding back
tempted to do off, end it all at that
you can help me if your aim is pure
but there's no medicine, you know the cure
and i could be alone, but i faint, it's my fate
ooh, and I could be alone, why wait on?

welcome to hell w/ corbin (intro)

you hate ya life, and all them people made you rush up
waste it all, by jerkin off, and always gettin fucked up
and it's gone, can't get it back, you got the tough luck
so if they piss you off, you tell them pussies shut the fuck up
if you do not wanna listen, then don't spend another second
i don't give a shit, cuz time is simply just a weapon
if you can't enjoy it, then your time is being threatened
cuz in the end there's always death that's left to step in
check-in, what's that little set you always reppin
talkin bout ya tools, ya always walkin wit the f-n
im bettin, when you grip the pistol u be sweatin,
actin like a fool, you stop the act past it's set in
my head is bangin, think i need to take some advil
or a scrip of xanax, and the bottle for the fast kill
but if i die then i can't leave no fuckin cash still
maybe i could run away and duck in asheville
a thousand bodies, they spiral-droppin in unison
and all you seem to do is stare just like a hooligan
now where the fuck, do y'all dummies be gettin schoolin in
praising on the devil, fuckas acting like they cool wit him
you tryna sell ya soul, for the riches and the money
for the fame, for the game, and for some bitches to get lucky
but he already got it, now you rappers lookin funny
and now you know that fuckin devil ain't ya buddy
first pussy boy that wanna talk better run up
tried be more peaceful, and i put the fuckin gun up
now everybody and they bitch just wanna jump up
so if you really want it, kill the fuck, and leave em strung up

time (prod. ntrovurt)

you be worried bout a bitch, the way her ass shaped
you should be worried, as to why she say her back ache
boy i make you eat this bullet, leave a bad taste
put your nose up in my shit. i leave you half baked
merk, put a mothafucka in the dirt, 
on my momma, any pussy boy can come and catch the work
hurt, push a muhfucka in a hearse
if he talkin, and he leavin hella blood up on my shirt
im tryna live, tryna get up on my wealth
lil boys sneak dissin, better worry bout yaself
i don't give two shits, bout ya life or ya health
lets get down lil boy, imma send ya ass to hell
these bullets aint cheap, so ion shoot for free
and if he aint payin money, take his shoes and leave
when the plug pull up, i choose the trees
bitch im on some shit, get used to me

molly, ayy
i got molly, i got molly, ayy
i got molly, i got molly, yeah
i got molly, i got molly
i got molly, white girl
call it dolly white
dolly white
molly white girl, call it dolly white
dolly white
i got molly, call it dolly white
dolly white

i got molly (xxx rmx)

im rollin blocks, like raw papers and blunt wraps
i gave ya homie a jaw breaker, his luck passed
i must ask, have you been stuck up, or had to duck gats
since rug rats, been fucked up, and paid the plus tax
this shit unbearable, bro yo music is terrible
if i hear that shit again, ill make ya face become wearable
we are uncomparable, to the game, bitch im marital
you ain't no competition, bitch these verses are parables
it get lonely when you movin, and they plateuin
and the flow they used, is corny, and its mad stolen
i thought it'd be alright, if i just kept the cash flowin
protect yourself, or you gon end up wit ya ass showin
astral projectin, came back for a second
and realized my life was much better in heaven
this is a lesson, about hate, love, and oppression
none of this shit matter, if the casket's where you steppin
cast a sigil, its intention to prey upon your demise
i despise, any fucka, who look at me in the eyes
tellin lies, actin like they ain't wishin, akuma dies
while he cries, sittin, bitchin, and shootin up at the sky
i, pray these kids continue loving life
and i also pray that they don't meet up with a cutting knife
you won't win the fuckin race if you ain't runnin right
and you'll get passed up every option, if the sun is bright
so whats yo motive, why you waitin, why you holdin back
start yo dream, and don't be chasin trophies or a golden plaque
time is passin, so don't get closed up in a culdesac
acknowledge it or not, that is truly just the repulsive fact
momma asked if i'm scared of dying,
the more i think about it, inside i be hiding
maybe that's because, im pussy, and can't be compliant
but i'm just lookin for an answer, while im near rhyming
used to spend my time alone, sittin in the mirror crying
i couldn't stop the pain, and so i kept tears slidin
now i, smoke a bowl, and play the music, get my gears grindin
death ain't comin long as doubt's filled, and fear's hidin

invision (steelo rmx)

i don't give a fuck
up the pistol, let it rip, boy you better duck
send you flyin, up to heaven, boy you better buck
can't feel a thing, i drain his body, bet i leave him stuck, rest in peace to ya

like wassup, come catch the fade hoe, if you want to
i got you, ill catch ya fuckin body like impromptu
me and all brothers, gettin cheese, we get the fondue
and we up this pistol, take ya shit and fuckin pop you
who shot you? man they really got you messed up
pop like ten more shots, pussy boy go put yo vest up
this thottie tried to fuck me, you know kuma never lets up
she slid to the crib, before y'all date, so she could dress up

let it rip (prod. triplesixdelete)

a shitty fuckin life, don't got nobody else to lean on
i was just a kid, and they still just sent police on
black raches, wit the independent tee on
and the custom jeans, i came to flex on all you peons
demented mind, bendin bitches, like a dented sign
my mental fine, but i struggle with a friend to find
spend my time, tryna write through the indented lines
to skip the line, and spread cancer, like i'm benzidine
i know you pissed, and i get that too
im more confusing, kinda fucky, then some sex taboos
and i'm spinnin blades, you better step back too
i treat ya homie, like a pussy, he a temp tattoo
apply with pressure, my words are corny, kinda clever
but you don't even care, to ask if i been feelin better
im still fresher then the air, and a jacket made of leather
know you love my execution, imma pull up on this lever
more shock-value, then ten bundy
runnin from 12, pack up, with my best buddy
we was just existing, wasn't out to make a difference
but these piggies kept, persistin, bitchin, twistin up the vision
post apocalyptic maniac, i run and snatch ya chain up
rappin since a youngin, momma told me fuck the game up
i was beatin up the bullies, better patch his fuckin face up
he never looked the same, told the fucker get some make up
im collectin all the diamonds, to sell em and build a island
me, my little world, and some weed, enjoy silence
don't worry bout ya 9-5, or the early mornin siren
nothin gonna bother you, to even stretch ya eye lids
me and brothers strapped up, like some tyrants
flow up on this beat, like akuma been invited
i bet these rappers really gettin fuckin frightened,
like they boosie, gettin told off by tyson
i can put the earth upon the palm of my hand
start up a couple fights, and drop some bombs on the gram
i hope that he get tough, cuz he'll get caught in a slam
and i could really fuckin sneak him, while he's calmin his man
damn, i really fucked up this time
catch me in the alley, drinkin cola wit rich wine
i switch rhymes, but bitch i keep up the same flow
i throw around the cash, and earn it up like a game show
she was bouncin on the dick, made her legs begin to shake and lean
no we can not make up, shordy this is not no maybelline
im tryna get the weight up, started poundin only steak and beans
so if they tryna run up, i can cock up and then i make em scream
i smoke the pack and then grind it right out the ziplock
i lived thru the streets, ya life was made of hip hop
and bae was built offa dickin, and watchin tik-tok
how many mortgage payments for that shiny little wrist watch
and don't you get this shit twisted, like it's some dreadlocks
i wish just one of y'all walk up, bitch you could get got
bitch i'll get thru this game, and straight up the tip top
and ill bag up ya wifey just for some quick top 
call cthulu, and sink the city like rapture
and you a fool if you thought these bitches was rappers
i smoke the nibxl, ya energy has been captured
better cry to god, cuz im endin right on ya chapter
i took ya bitch, she made me dinner, and got oriented
had the bitch rub my feet, yea the whore she splendid
one shot from this pistol, and ya story's ended
bitch i slice him from the neck, like im cory kenshin

living contradiction (prod. introvert)

hollup let me turn the mic on
lemme grab the blunt, and fuckin load the python
an icon living, lemme put my stripes on
fightin for a living, paint ya body like krylon
and by dawn, ya body fuckin lesser, then thy god
never let a opp bygones be bygones,
keep eyes on, pull the fuckin trigger,
he dies on, another fuckin dummy
tryna sneak with the lights on
smokin the gas, bitch im smokin the diesel
bitch i'm the shit i ain't talkin bout fecal
double-tap bodies, like resident evil
medieval, fuckin yo bitch under steeple
lethal injection, i brought me a weapon
im pointing my blade, right up into yo section
in yo direction, im makin connection
right into yo chest, like im doin dissection
corny ass flow, but i do it so proudly,
horny ass hoe, but i do her so loudly
im up in yo outy, i crash then im outy
pulled up on yo hoe, i told her say howdy
smashin this bitch, now im passin this bitch
this how it sounds, when im rappin for kicks
you pussy boys, walk around, actin and shit
i got some weed stuck up into my keyboard,
flippin the pack, bitch im tryna go resource
i take ya life, and again when u reborn
and i'll come back, if i find out you need more
take a chance, try to see what i reach for
all for yo wifey to turn out a cheap whore
if she ain't easy, then what she on her knees for
why she be fuckin, and yellin for please more
told her top me nicely, suck a dick politely
bet she goin home, if she ain't exciting
bitch i hold ya psyche, keep grippin tightly
keep the finger itchin, while i aim precisely
bitch i brought back the lick flow
we was poppin them shots, made em dance like a disco
bitch we lightin yo kinfolk
stomp out a boy in my muhfuckin rick o's
hold up, my soldiers marchin in this bitch
so much mary jane, im catchin arson in this bitch
you is just a rookie, im the seargeant in this bitch
catch me with my dogs, bet we barkin in this bitch

cutthroat (prod. skotskr)

bloodshed (prod. luke g) *old*

love u

im, plantin the bomb, you mothafuckas fail the retake
bitch we on a streak, we catchin dubs because the team's great
yo chain is fake, yo neck is green, you fuckin cheapskate
pop him in his face, so fuckin hard he feel his teeth ache
wintertime, you can go, bitch i been thru it all
back then caught him ackin, bullets flew thru the the hall
and now these cheesy ass rappers prolly sue for a brawl
thinkin that you got the heat, you fuckin chewin it off
and now you chokin it, roll you up, im tokin it
pussy keep a weapon, but its useless if he showin it
homie you ain't smokin shit, better get to stowin it
hide ya bitch and all the money, then get down before explosions hit
who you know wit more shooters then tom clancy
know i heard em dissin, keep the glock where its handy
movin up a brick, im movin salt, and rock candy
when im fuckin on ya bitch, i got her poppin on plan b, tell ya slut to unhand me

24 ks, i ain't talkin bout karats
if we had a fucking fight, should be proud of ya merit
if the shoe fit, fuck em, let em keep it to wear it
cuz the lately all the fuckin oppies, wanna chirp like a parrot
they can't compete, its apparent, they in the bleachers, and starin
bitch i bring the heat, delete, and cause deceit without carin
im too elite to compare, i mix the beat with the snare
bitch im ridin down ya street, discretely, keepin it there
because i know that you was fed fucked,
knew it from the jump, id have to be the one to step up
like a doctor bitch, im givin check ups
pastor preach the peace, until the oppies tryna set up
pop a glocky during morning sermon
pastor said that im disgusting, more then vermin
im sick as shit, i can feel my fuckin body turnin
drop a clip, walk off the scene and leave my homi burnin

bloodshed (prod. luke g) old

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