PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @hell_usa

JMattson:
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it 
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me

SXMPRA:
Yung sxmpra never settle 
When I get up on the mic it’s on 
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong 
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long 
Yuh 
Murder on da beat 
I don’t really wanna be seen 
But I gotta be me 
All black Beanie 
With da jeans 
Imma scheme
On a team
 Better know what I mean like 
It’s Schema da posse 
With the hell hound militia 
We keep it killa 
You feel it 
And all these fuckas vanilla 
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna 
Move on up 
I wanna sit at the top 
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot 
What 
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos 
lay low 
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe 
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail

MVKO:
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me,
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream,
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me,
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed, 
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me,
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently, 
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling, 
Mad because you aint me and im everything you try to be, 
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch,
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch, 
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch, 
You aint bout shit so I'll call you Eric King,
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees,
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth,
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve

HITTEM WHERE IT HURTS (Ft. SXMPRA & MVKO) [Prod. FALLEN]

VENGEANCE (feat. Sxmpra)

Body Bag

LYRICS:

Till the day my brain goes kaput 
I stay an open book 
tryna be creative 
Like prison ink 
out of soot
It’s not advised to dive into 
every nook
But the looky loo 
Can’t help but eagerly 
take a look 
We try to build comfort
 around all this chaos 
Rather than facing the chaos 
and finding comfort 
in one way or another 
People always want a filter
And not face the truth 
one way or another 
This mayhem
 that dwells between my ears
Is home to
 insanity 
I always hear 
That chatter is a constant reminder 
That one day
I will disappear 
Death is around the corner 
So why cut your life shorter 
A lot of us are
master manipulators
Masking our behavior
So good 
Even to self
we became liars
basically tryna 
put out the fire
By throwing a lighter 
Telling each other
That was water

I’m tired of seeing my people die
It’s sad when the only thing 
That’s keeping you alive
is also the thing destroying your life
Sometimes there’s thing 
you can’t rectify 

Not anodyne 
Ecclesiastes 9:5
Quintessential 
example why I dont ever want to work a nine to five
Went from seeing stars 
in the sky
To stars on the ceiling 
from inmates
 sharpening makeshift knives
made it out of that alive
I’m living proof 
That something 
can come from nothing 
What is stopping you 
So many precarious factors 
Man it’s treacherous 
Honestly im speechless 
Naivety It’s ubiquitous 
If I said I wasn’t ignorant 
That would be ridiculous 
I would be a hypocrite 
So many things can take us out 
So why spend 
times 
short amount 
Drowning yourself 
in self doubt 
For me Sunday’s turned to some days 
And some days turned to everyday 
 now everyday turned to any hour 
Now I’m stuck here
Ascertaining whether I have
Willpower 
This mental illness 
Man 
It loves to devour
But the last thing I should do 
Is give in and cower 
Hopefully
 it will blow over
seen so many cadavers 
That’s it’s done a number 

I will take you out of my life
Quicker than a Freeloader
dissecting a vehicle 
Of its catalytic converter
Nothing to confess 
Not observing Yom Kippur
These youngins nowadays 
Trigger happy with the chopper
But chasing dreams
They’re reluctant as a shooter 
Hesitant to shoot their shot 
To make their life better 
Gotta Break through
that wall Like the 
Byzantine Empire 
Do what you 
Want before You expire 

ONCE YOURE AN ADDICT 
ALWAYS AN ADDICT 
JUST LIKE A SCHIZOPHRENIC 
Hearing chatter 
In their attic 
YOU’LL ALWAYS 
THINK ABOUT IT 
Like Newton’s third law 
That would be 
the grave you dug in 
Sobriety ain’t no cure 
It’s just another habit 
of abstaining yourself 
As an addict
Chronic got me
coughing from the smoke
if the smoke 
Is why I end up in a coffin
I’m not carin like some Karens 
Made so many idiotic decisions

Make sure you’re headed 
In the right direction 
Or your head might 
become a stain
At the intersection 
like a Jackson Pollock
In a exhibition 
Are you really livin the life
You wanna to be livin

I can get caught up
In the shoulda coulda wouldas
Maze in my head 
Got me got me hopping 
mantra to mantra 
most beautiful things in this era 
Can be toxic like a poinsettia

Maze [Prod. CUB$]

"Used to drown in DPH" ft. Jaywakeup

https://youtu.be/teB9XhlqAXk

Bitch I hope my coffin matte black
I been havin flashbacks
Yeah I gotta couple regrets I'm gettin past that
Pass that muthafuckin blunt
Imma puff it and flick the ash back
I been getting higher than
Voices that make the glass crack
Gas pack anywhere I go I gotta have that
Phone ringin I don't grab that
Laughed at hit the ransack with the black mask
Now I got yo bitch bent over like a bad back
No shirt runnin round like a degen
Brittney Griner I been puffin on a weed pen
Switchblade ski mask and I need ends
On the edge imma go and take a leap then
Deep end I been off it I promise
I never gave a single fuck about the talk in the comments
You know I'm coughin in amish
Needa gloss on my polish
I chipped the paint when the blade
Got lodged in your tonsils, bitch
I don't really play that shit
Imma run from the thoughts in my dome
All alone and you not finna sway that shit
Imma take that sip
And my lungs fuckin pray I quit
Got a blunt and a pot full of gold for a skull
So you know that I'm grateful bitch

Beautiful Mourning (Prod. Nekk) *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

written / performed by @blckbrds @salivagrey
produced by @marrasfall
engineered by @lilsherm187, @tumaggz, Saliva Grey

MYLAR (w/ Saliva Grey)

Prod. TuMaggz

LYRICS:

My plug got sleep for value prices like the best inn
I’m quick to shit on niggas put down they whole section 
I’ll be the reason he don’t move without protection 
I might murk a pussy rappa jus fo flexin
I’m proud as fuck of where I’m at like I’m a Texan
I’m at $600 you spent thousands on investing
Shouldn’t you be big as fuck with all that cash spent
Life is tough you might be mid you need to try again

I could never let my streams go make me arrogant 
Give this shit some years 
Your career will be past tense
I’m driving past your party with my music blastin
I got this weight getting lighter feel like I’m fastin
Same lil bitch that calls you cute gon call me daddy
On god
I’m gon discriminate you fucking on these fatties
A lot
My niggas ugly with them fists but stay with baddies
The pot you smoking stankin up the spot best get from round me

Caught him at the light oh yeah that’s him spotemgottem
His bitch was talking too 
I’m snatching weaves in Top to Bottom
Shoot her with an uzi 
Now that bitch Sierra mist
Oops I shot the whole clip and missed now Maggz is pissed
Now I’m at rolling loud rolling fingers out the pound
Your house ain’t brick I’d slide through and really blow it down
Who’s that nigga zombie walkin out the fog now
Call them folks
I think Maggz escaped the dog pound

I’m the type to fuck a hoe get bored then fuck her best friend
I’m quick to shit on niggas put down they whole section 
I’ll be the reason why he move with Smith & Wessons
I might kill a pussy rappa jus fo flexin
I’m proud as fuck of where I’m at like I’m a Texan
I’m at $600 you spent thousands on investing
Why ain’t you big as fuck with all that cash spent
Life is tough you fucking mid so why you tryna win

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