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KiLLER! [PROD. KLIMONGLUE]

The clips , extended we usually hollow em out
Get at em and we go and end em 
I'm sensing illogical doubt
The Tips, we hand them, we use em to hollow him out
I don't need to reason to send them
I really i just want hear him shout
I really just want let them out
i really wanna hear em ring 
I wanna wake up to some bands in my face
so my momma can really go sing
I wanna get praised by some fans from my fame
but i'm humble that's really the thing
Got me thinking bout things that i took 
or ill take but i know it's better not to cling

If you not one of my mans im acting real monotone
but with them you know i'm unstoppable 
I'm already in my zone not talking auto zone
Me missing at best is unprobable
Run it back i don't think it is possible
On top that not even logical
You didn't know hybrid could come and get lyrical
Looking back that is hysterical


I think i just unlocked a new flow
Now i'm really spitting just like i'm zuko
Constantly hot now that i got a new coat 
just want love so i don't mess with these hoes
Got all kinds of money i saw some pesos
Bad situations you know we do not take those
Working these niggas i put em on payroll
Buff and i'm tuff so i'm really just big boned

uh i need a break, can't take one
What if im really feeling sick, then take one
I think i got one comin on, Issa a fake one
This a really fire solo song, iss a late one
im showing my ability cause you niggas ain't feeling me
you think im kidding or playing so you come and belittle me
well here is my apiphiny i'm making a new symphony so now im on
smoke mode like i am a chiminey or jiminey no cricket
now im really fenced in like a white picket 
locked out my mind so you really gotta pick it
Inside got the dog im really goona sick it
Not a happy thought but you really gotta dig it
ya dig?

ya dig?

ya dig?

ya dig?

The clips , extended we usually hollow em out
Get at em and we go and end em 
I'm sensing illogical doubt
The Tips, we hand them, we use em to hollow him out
I don't need to reason to send them
I really i just want hear him shout
I really just want let them out
i Really wanna hear em ring 
I wanna wake up to some bands in my face
so my momma really can really go sing
I wanna get praised by some fans from my fame
but i'm humble that's really the thing
Got me thinking bout things that i took 
or ill take but i know it's better not to cling

HOLLOW [PROD. SAINT URYA]

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Cover art by whiteboyjarred on IG

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plot

plot [prod. fried.]

FIRST SINGLE OFF OF FLEX CASSETTE
prod sensei neo
SHOUTOUT HOLT (TRAP), CHET GECKO AND MY GRANDPA <3
REST IN PEACE UNBEKNOWNST.

KOREAN AMERICAN TRAP ICON

STREAM ON SPOTIFY

ME (feat. Chef Chapo, Sid Gopukumar, KIL, Shab, 9TAIL$ & Unbeknownst)

‪MORTALITY.MP3‬

‪we’re running out of time‬
‪before i lose my mind‬
‪one time, one time, one time‬
‪one time, one time, one time‬
‪before i lose light‬
‪wait, windows look so bright‬
‪i’m running out of time yeah,‬
‪before i lose my mind‬
‪how are you? i’m fine‬
‪i’m running out of time.‬
‪don’t wanna die yeah.‬

Mortality

mortality :/

Dog Pound

Dog Pound ft. Saucedad (Prod. Gmf)| ON SPOTIFY

CITY MORGUE VOL 2: AS GOOD AS DEAD

CYKA

TOXIC BOOGALOO

CRANK

BUAKAW

YELLOW PISS

Stay dormant when needed
Till you rise undefeated
______________________
aye you like dis edgy shit lets get it

Lyrics:
Lately stay lowkey
I do not cap no more
But ima cap you if you 
Showing at my street oof course
dodging people in my city 
Like a Matador 
I won't act like itll be pretty
I been mad before 
I see em coming through my rear view
Like you bout to floor
But I got gas up in my pedal
And I'm past that Porsche
If you got beef you wanna settle
You'll get shred and torn
I got that blade itll leave you spread all
Like a bastard born

Yea from plastic corpse
You fake
Faceless the way
Take that name to my grave
But I missed it like it like fate
know 1-7 the date
When I filled up my plate
With the pills from the doctor
To take away the pain
Since then nothing been plain
shit I got demons to race
an now i'm running my numbers an I  been upping my pace
yea that gone run up my stake till I
gone blow and create 
the existence i needed
bitch there no freedom in chains

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense


yo ego
finitio
them people
be evil
no see through
i de-tour
to run around

i don't want 
to put them
underground

hollow tip
bullet i 
gut you out

you see what 
i mean do
our chi
don't be equal
i frequent 
the freak show
then fuck around

i got yo bitch
in my dungeon now
she got that dick
by the dozen now
i got that clique
that gone buzz them pounds
fuck up the court
we go run them fouls
she the main course
know i love that sound
crying my name 
when our love in doubt

that kinda fucked but i'm
fucked up as well
cancer being spreading
inside in my cells
keeping it cold cos
i know i bring hell
bitch i stay froze
cos it keep it me well

i said

Boy 
get up off my dick
You aint seen shit
Boy 
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
you on defense         

get up off my dick you aint seen shit yuh

Cold Blood Warm Nights

Cold Blood Warm Nights (prod. CRCL)

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