I CANNOT KEEP ALL MY RACKS IN MA POCKETTTTTT

none these groupie bitches do like me, 
hoppin out the v 
pull up to your function turning heads like i’m a G-O-D 
c-o-s-t-l-y l-o-s-s yeah they know ‘bout me 
cover up the cuts with angel dust to make sure i don’t bleed 

i got demons in the cut 
hella hatred in my blood 
bitch i feel like kevin gates the way i get it out the mud 
with the shits yea i don’t front 
treat your bitch like she a nun 
make you drop down to your knees and lick my kitty just for fun 

i got bitches in the east and i got bitches in the west 
think she feel the way i love her when i’m nutting on her chest 
took his shit and now he vexed 
tote my blick and now i’m blessed 
got a couple ways i end your days i put that to the test 

came up out the woods from smoking crack, high tech in the back 
imma keep the blade until they know a bitch would never lack 
i might beat the bitch till she see black 
blood all in my lap 
i don’t give a fuck what you be saying tell that to my gat

KRAKK (prod. KAMIKAZE)

fuck all of u and u thought u could get rid of me im JUST gonna come back HARDER and worse HHEHAHHAHE A im so gay brooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo actually so so so so gay

osamason - 50 ho prod. swish [DJ PEDOPHILE X DJ RAPIST EXCLUSIVE]

i’m not speaking to jehovah anymore 
say a prayer to my blicky cause it listen to me more 
dug myself into a ditch its deeper than the one before 
had a bitch that was a keeper but i destroy what i love 

and i’m back in, make the back bend, i’m a nympho 
got your bitch up on me for a lil blow 
they know ima spark em for the kinfolk 
blast it, make his hat split, take his lymph nodes

if you ever see me with a plus 
do not be mistaken for the lust 
i cut up my wrist and spill the blood 
watch it drip  
this the only thing that fill me up with love 

and i’m s—i—c—k the h-e-a-d 
i don’t know exactly what i did to make me hate me 
lately 
i think there is nothing left to phase me 
everything i chased has become everything to change me 

is there something missing i let slip between my palms 
knowing time is ticking i feel like a loaded bomb 
every fucking day i’m still repenting to my mom 
keep the blade in case my paranoia wasn’t wrong 

i’ll remember you until i’m out of breath 
maybe meet again inside the afterdeath 
fuck you, for deciding to just up and left 
i don’t got an extra fuck to give to me you’re fucking dead 

awaken in the morning find a couple things to hate 
i breathe in positivity and exhale with the hate 
i wake up and i hate 
im walking with hate
i’m starting to believe, that for me there ain’t a place

JEHOVAH

your greed

Anarchist (prod. los iv x akeno)

Produced by @1sxprano
Mastered by @untilisayitsover

Figure it Out

i feel like my dreams is staying locked up in the trap 
on my knees 
begging god to tell me why would he do that 

i might slit my skin with the intent to not come back 
begging please 
i don’t think i got the strength to walk the path 

why these bitches tryna get a rise out of costly 
i could never let a bum bitch thinking that she crossed me 
lost me 
you ain’t talking money then you lost me 
i might stack my chips and let the world know who the boss be 

get, stupid bitch
shoo em off like i’m a pimp 
i be walking to the function with my stick and got a limp 
eat my clit, then i dip 
i ain’t with the lovey shit 
put my trust into a bitch but ima never slip again

KNEES

Grand Slam

Mack 2

Prod. Tnzie
Mixed and mastered by @abstractanish
Cover art by @abstractanish

LOTTERY

LOTTERY FEAT. CHILLY

(im literally not fixing the dead space at the end like bitch wtf i guess we’ll deal with it)



came up hiding addys in my sock,  bitches did my runs for me before the bell rang on the clock 
bitch watch 
as i flip a little to a lot and you would think i gotta cock the way these bitches get to flock
bitch stop 
playing like you don’t know who i is step one foot into the function burn it like a masochist 
slit wrist 
write my pain in blood to therapists 
tell the lady how i’m feeling that my time is limited 

thought you was the one, but i’m bugged out 
don’t come crying to me when you see that i’m a slut now 
feel it in my gut how,
was you my security and turned into a blood hound?
and my wrist is cut now 

think i’m losing confidence inside me 
got a couple punk bitches to ride me 
there is nothing left that can surprise me
lost a couple homies but they still remain inside me 

me, ima problem got them talking when i walk in 
you, you ain’t really bout the shit that you was talkin
got a couple opp bitches i fantasize in coffins 
off it 
i might put your bitch up in a coffin 

got a low IQ, then you not gone understand me 
i don’t fuck with you, like i’m big sean and you ari 
bitches cannot stand me 
ate her mans spaghetti and now he calling me bambi 
might open a fansly

BAMBI

Abstract Anish is a singer-songwriter from Schenectady, New York, who blends hip-hop subgenres and indie artist influences into his catchy and heartfelt tunes.
Anish started singing and mixing tracks by himself in 7th grade and soon began producing his own songs. He learned from his peers and community, where he honed his skills and met other talented musicians.
Anish's music is characterized by his expressive voice, catchy melodies, and relatable lyrics. He draws inspiration from artists like Yeat, Lil Darkie, and Jack Johnson, but also adds his own twist and personality.
Anish has one EP, one album, and 3 singles that you can listen to on any streaming platform. Expect to find new releases soon in 2024.

LOTTERY FEAT. CHILLY

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