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ninto - tony montana (xantos)

I love this shit lemme keep it going

@ProdbyAllegacy


God bless her soul

party ft krby perubaby elijxhwtf hollowtiphero dxrop (perc40 19thou)

hunchovelly - mango (prod 00caml)

PROD DAMNHECOLD555 & ELIJXHWTF
@elijxhwtf 
@boolymon

BIH FT BOOLYMON

ksubi jeans 2 (tdf)

why settle for less when you could have more?

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lung - https://www.instagram.com/lungfallen/ @lungfallen

do it ft. Glokk8x & lungfallen (prod @theonly4l)

#sickõfree (produced by prettycluxd)

ALL RED FT 4D GON

Cold lights, same empty room,
time runs slow, heart outta tune.
Ash on the desk, thoughts too loud.
breathe too deep, can’t face the crowd.

Walls still hum from the nights we screamed,
love turned fake, and the pain got mean.
Mirror cracked but it still stares back,
remember the kid inside, I left to die.

Dreams once bright now fade to grey,
colors leak and drift away.
Moon looks down through smoke and sin,
but the light won’t touch the place I’ve been.

Streets stay cold, no dreams to keep,
kids move fast, but their hearts don’t beat.
Rain hit deep where the pain still grows,
try to wash it off — but the stain still shows

Money buys calm, but it kills the trust,
fake smiles fade when they turn to dust.
No gods left, just steel and pain,
but I learned to stand in the freezing rain.

Finger on steel, world held still,
cold said “jump,” but I learned will.
Didn’t fold, didn’t lose that spark,
turned every scar to a work of art.

Fall — break — breathe — heal,
cut through lies till the truth feels real.
Blood on my hands, but I made that art,
from every crack in a fragile heart.

Fade through storms, I don’t decay,
scars ain’t pain — they guide my way.
Crowds get loud, but my heart stays sealed,
gone to most — but I’m still real.

Shoes still wet from the nights I bled,
chasing ghosts that lived in my head.
Smoke in the lungs, red on the lines,
wrote my pain till it redefined.

No fake crown, I don’t chase looks,
built my throne out of pain and hooks.
The world leaned hard, but I held my ground,
turned that silence into sound.

They call it chaos, I call it art,
proof that pain still shapes the heart.
If love could speak, it would sound like this.
a quiet burn, a poisoned kiss.

Fall — break — bleed — heal,
cut through pain till the truth turns steel.
Blood on my tongue where the rage got sealed.

do it ft. Glokk8x & lungfallen (prod @theonly4l)

4L(+)