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prod @phantafiy @50vault (on ig)
lyrics:
always hit you up you said youre doing what you can
how come i see you all the time with your other friends
i took a pill it dropped me off in the broken lands
reinvent my vision now you’re curled up in my hands
oh no, i think im a mess
drag me back into the depths, with some drugs and sex
swear my common sense went deaf, got my family vexed
did i turn a narcissist, or was this always set

dont get me caught up with the percocets
gotta be full power when they hit me with the curse of death
wait for me dont preach no sermon yet
until im down for good until ive taken my last cursed breath
ohhhh, how the fuck you murder death
murder on the scene but it hadnt even occurred yet
personally i dont wanna be known for all my missteps
its an ever growing hole theres almost nothing left

broken lands

broken lands (phantafiy & 50vault)

meerkat (estuary + 50vault)

flowers (50 x sevensighs)

i dont want to be famous. (eightstringss)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics:

yuh, he tryna slide wit no mask on 
them niggas never outside when i’m out there, but they get mad when i take my ass back home 
somebody tell these lil niggas to back the fuck up cus they gon be the ones dat i blast on 
556 inna back of the truck tryna aim for a head dat my brother put cash on 

you niggas not hot 
run in his crib get his pops shot 
i was gon spin but the cops out 
nigga won’t drop dot 
i’m on her tongue like a pop rock
im tryna shoot fuck a shot clock 
boy what you lookin at
i make a band ima triple dat 
boy you a bitch gotta live wit dat
you tryna spin where yo pistol at 
you gotta chill with that 
i up chop and im rippin dat

shot clock (8strings)

pave the way (50)

@astrmani @eightstringss @concealurself

lyrics:

i slide thru the city i’m swinging da drac
niggas broke as the fuck u ain’t counting no pape
i ain’t saving no hoes, i ain’t wearing a cape
purple all in my cup, i ain’t sipping on grape
i can’t have these lil hoes in my circle, they fake 
i wake up in da lab im like “what ima make” 
gotta carry the stick when i ride thru the state
tryna tell em to slide but dat nigga gon flake 

said he spinning on who? not me 
niggas said he like dat, okay i’ll see 
nigga u is not gang no u not my g 
gen 5, make em go blind by my beam
racks coming in, niggas can’t relate to it
heard shawty tryna slide thru, put a date to it
nigga tryna duck in that v, shoot a k through it
call my slimes yea my lil niggas stay shooting 

i tell em to shoot n they not finna stop
innat srt whippin, give fuck bout a cop
bitch i’m inna black truck tryna spin thru that lot
why lil shawty keep playing, like why am i blocked
tell that boy if he play wit da fam he get shot
dis a g23 on my hip, make it pop
put a 762 thru yo whip, make it stop
im wit saints lil nigga u know how i rock

flake (8strings & akrzn)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics: 

evil as shit ain’t no comp to it 
nigga talkin bout sliding, den hop to it 
i pull up to yo crib sending shots thru it 
niggas gotta lay low cus the cops moving 
why you toting dat blick u is not shooting 
bitch i been off da wock, make me talk stupid
up da chop in his trap make em stop moving 
nigga think he can fight better not do it

i got straps bitch, ruby beam and the magazine maxed bitch 
bitch i’m rockin way more than yo plaques bitch 
niggas gettin backdoored by a catfish 
got a whole lotta cash inna mattress 
put a blade onna chop make it stab bitch 
tryna slaughter yo gang since you savage 
tryna puff out yo chest like a flat bitch 

i heard a few niggas died on yo side, damn dat shit prolly terrible 
brand new p80 parts ima build it, bet if it break it’s repairable 
niggas in messages thinking they bout it, whole time im not even scared of em
niggas would spot em a opp out in public, he wouldn’t do shit but jus stare at em 

niggas hoes, niggas bitches 
niggas tote, glocks wit switches 
niggas broke, got no figures 
niggas throwed, off my hinges

unholy n evil (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @prodvelourium

lyrics:

yuh, like wassup wit em
i’m outside tryna get up wit em
i heard da 556 got stuck in em
das his fault cus he ain’t have it tucked wit em
they ain’t get back they don’t know who the fuck did it
we took yo gen fuck boi better come get it 
these niggas cap for a story then run wit it
nigga, i’m tryna see wassup wit it 

wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
i’m still tryna see wassup wit it

these niggas love talkin shit til i pop out wit a AR 
uav, catch em onna radar
we finna walk down, he don’t stay far  
i’m tryna swipe these niggas gens cus they think they can take ours 
got a white plug lookin like okaymar 
dat boy a bum shopping at kmart 

pop out wit a mac 10
white chalk, like “what happened”
think it’s funny, why u laughing 
bet the choppa start clapping 
spin in dat srt i ain’t crashing jt
niggas not comp, these niggas not passing it 
send a shot at da whip but he not even scratching it
said he slid to my crib but he not even passionate

wassup wit it 2 (velourium & 8strings)

heavy metal. (50)

@astrmani @eightstringss @cloroxcide

i hope my mama can see what i’m doing and notice im trying as hard as i can 
i hope the niggas around me gon stay by my side during times when some shit hit the fan
i hope them niggas das still getting high offa drugs with they friends are still able to land 
i hope nobody start gettin confused when it come to this shit i’m the mf man 

nowadays there ain’t a path ppl take, they don’t know who they are and don’t know what they want 
soon as dat lil nigga make his advance he gon hop onna net and start tryna flaunt
thinking dat street shit a influence no it ain’t sumn to copy or sumn to taunt 
when i start talkin these niggas not gon understand me like i’m an unreadable font 

i miss my papa i know dat he see me, i know dat he know dat i do it for him 
pockets got weight yea they been gettin fat, had to tell my lil denim to go hit the gym 
straight to the top niggas know where i’m headed and shit if i have to i’m losing a limb 
no i ain’t playin bout none of my family, you come at em wrong den dis shit can get grim 

long live the saints and im rockin wit 8 and whoever around em i fuck wit em too
niggas be mad that they not with the team, yeah i know dat u mad we not fuckin wit you 
honestly don’t give a fuck who u wit cause you know dat u trash with the rest of ur crew 
i hope a nigga don’t come at me wrong cus my gun holding hollows, them bitches go through

hope (prod. 8strings & cloroxcide)

mani