BELIVE [PROD. FCKGURMAN]

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WHAT YA SMOKIN ON

WYSO ! (prod. ANTYDE, GRADEN, FCKGURMAN)

@rxseboy x @kehard x @montydatta - true love

Track #4 on My Debut EP “Are we there yet?”

Feel for you (prod. sorrowbringer)

POOPYHEAD ON THE TRACK 🔥 🔥

LYRICS:
ALIEN PULL UP ON ME, AND I START TO GET ENRAGED
HOW HE TALK ALL THAT SHIT WITH THE .9 IN HIS BRAIN
NOW I'M FUCKIN' ON A BADDIE, SPRAY LIKE BULLETS IN THE RAIN
I BE GETTIN' STEAKS WHILE YOU STUCK WITH FISH FILET
ALIEN PULL UP ON US, NOW WE 'BOUTTA MAKE HIS HEAD POP
INSPIRE ALL THE KIDS AT THE SCHOOLS, NO TED TALK
BUDDIES RUNNIN' CAMPS, SECURITY AINT PADLOCK
RUN AND GUNNIN' SHIT, WE BOUTTA MAKE HIS HEAD ROT

YEAH, MAKE HIS HEAD ROT
CAN'T COMPETE WITH MY GAME, I'M TALKIN' MAD THOTS
YEAH, PULL OUT BATON
SMACK HIS SHIT UNTIL HE LAYIN' IN THAT RED BLOOD

YEAH, POOPYHEAD ON THE TRACK  
'HUNDRED RACKS UP ON MY FEET, JUST KNOW NOBODY CATCHING THAT
WALK INTO THE CLUB, I STEAL YOUR HOE, AINT GET THAT BACK
WE SMOKIN' GEENIES ON THE DANCEFLOOR, NO ALIEN CRACK

ALIEN PULL UP ON ME, AND I START TO GET ENRAGED
HOW HE TALK ALL THAT SHIT WITH THE .9 IN HIS BRAIN
NOW I'M FUCKIN' ON A BADDIE, SPRAY LIKE BULLETS IN THE RAIN
I BE GETTIN' STEAKS WHILE YOU STUCK WITH FISH FILET
ALIEN PULL UP ON US, NOW WE 'BOUTTA MAKE HIS HEAD POP
INSPIRE ALL THE KIDS AT THE SCHOOLS, NO TED TALK
BUDDIES RUNNIN' CAMPS, SECURITY AINT PADLOCK
RUN AND GUNNIN' SHIT, WE BOUTTA MAKE HIS HEAD ROT

ENRAGED (ft. poopyhead68)

@aavnn 's end my life....but at 89 and 124bpm
ORIGINAL SONG:
https://soundcloud.com/aavnn/end-my-life

AAVNN_ - end my life (sped up)

AAVNN_ - end my life (slowed)

skeleton - killer

I'M SO FUCKING SHIT (probably won't drop this btw)

lyrics:
it ain't the same anymore, but i don't wanna move on
staring at your picture, i only want a response
my mind has been so blank like my entire roof gone
you see the vacance in my face, i hear the lies that you talk
i want emotions in my headspace
i wanna feel something that ain't stress or make me dead weight
i'm failing to make what i want, and that's all i need
how am i failing to know what i mean?

yeah, yeah,
i feel like i'm flowing, don't know i'm going
i hope that the river will take me off leash
ain't know what i'm knowing, i have no control
and i'm talking 'bout shit i can't mentally read
what do you know about losing it all
to some people that fucking make fun of your screams?
i was grade six, in the back of the class
i couldn't handle the world on my feet

it ain't the same anymore, but i don't wanna move on
staring at your picture, i only want a response
my mind has been so blank like my entire roof gone
you see the vacance in my face, i hear the lies that you talk
i want emotions in my headspace
i wanna feel something that ain't stress or make me dead weight
i'm failing to make what i want, and that's all i need
how am i failing to know what i mean?

DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING (prod. neverforever)

IF HE WANT SMOKE, THEN AT THE END, THERE GON' BE SMOKE IN HIS HEAD.

LYRICS:

WHATCHU' KNOW ABOUT MY LIFE?
'CUZ I'M TALKIN' 'BOUT THAT SHIT ON THE MIC
I LIVE IN BILLAND, CHILL WITH BILL, AND HIT UP BILLY, WE TIGHT
HE RUN IT UP, I GRAB THE STICK, AND DISAPPEAR IN THE NIGHT
HE WANT THE TREATMENT OF MY CRAFT, I MEAN OKAY, I'LL SHOOT HIM TWICE
IF HE WANT SMOKE, THEN AT THE END THERE' GON' BE SMOKE IN HIS HEAD
'SMOKE A GEENIE ON THE CORNER, "HOW YOU GETTIN' THIS BREAD?"
YOU GOTTA LEARN TO BE EFFICIENT, NOW GET OFF OF THE MEDS
INSTEAD OF CRACK, YOU SHOULD BE SMOKING UP THESE BEATS INSTEAD

I'M WAY MORE SKILLFUL THAN LIKE HALF OF EVERY RAPPER THAT MAINSTREAM
HALF OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE CANNOT WRITE THE SHIT THAT MADE ME
BADDIE WANNA DANCE UPON MY LAP, I SAID, (UH... MAYBE?)
SHAWTY, SHE A FREAK, AND I AIN'T UP FOR WHAT SHE PAID ME,

I'M GONE
(GONE, GONE,)
FUCK THE CITY, THEN I'M GONE
(GONE, GONE,)
OPPAS, GET OFF OF MY LAWN
(LAWN, LAWN,)
FUCK THE CITY THEN I'M GONE
(GONE, GONE,)

WHATCHU' KNOW ABOUT MY LIFE?
'CUZ I'M TALKIN' 'BOUT THAT SHIT ON THE MIC
I LIVE IN BILLAND, CHILL WITH BILL, AND HIT UP BILLY, WE TIGHT
HE RUN IT UP, I GRAB THE STICK, AND DISAPPEAR IN THE NIGHT
HE WANT THE TREATMENT OF MY CRAFT, I MEAN OKAY, I'LL SHOOT HIM TWICE

(IF HE WANT SMOKE)
(IF HE WANT SMOKE)
(IF HE WANT SMOKE)
(IF HE WANT SMOKE)

MAINSTREAM

the infamous remix cover of armani west's "Piano Tiles" by ZRST4