This is the best song for mobbin to grab drank  

3 v 1 I

prod. PREZ SINATRA

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[LYRICS]

overdose and then convulse onto the sofa paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota, I’m the evil type/
play with knifes when I’m sleep deprived, seeing sprits in my crib think i live with a poltergeist/
I’m never nice, the devil couldn’t front the price for soul/
so imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old/
these bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control/
the 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole/
it’s so tragic/
A-list all plastic/
phony motherfuckers get the blunt and never pass it ‘round/
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down/
positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned/
so I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles/
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles/
one direction how this tool move, it’s clockwise, I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys/
don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line, I can’t stand you fools gotta improve my time line, like fine wine, these raps are, had fake friends, got back scars, fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard/
the facts are, this black car, will blast past, his radar, these piglets, won’t spin shit, we smoke pork like incense, we did it/
you fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention/
like when a midget visit basketball conventions/
my intentions are the bad type/
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe/
find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe, feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife/
i tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner/
real killer/
faces stretched along my lampshade/
handmade, knives in the eyes of the deadweight/
castrate/
every victim thinking they gon get laid/
soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate/
can’t relate to the populous that got morals we ain’t cordial I’m immortal you peasants flimsy as foil while I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals I’m a force to be reckoned with/
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick/
left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized I’m all up I’m her
mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive/
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid, scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building, and I’m/
hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission/
drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off, in the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls/
teacher told my mom that I had something wrong, she laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all/

Something Darker FT. LVST [PROD. PREZ SINATRA]

viking blood

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195+ CAPTIVES W/ WREN, ERROR & SAI (ART BY _SVKE)

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi and BRUHMANEGOD
Produced by TreeTime

Lyrics:

BIG ROSHI
Piss on the soil wit some bloody drainage
Shit these drugs gone make me brainless
Oxycodon percs u name it
And dont tell me shit bout what I should do

Bitch you not no fan of me
Tell me more bout sanity
You act so right n act so free
Black spit losin loyalties

Offended by words but not by murda
Dont test me im a big boy hurta
I got big boy glocks n big boy shootas
Scooted on a pussy nah Im lootin all his moola

Do not try to hide it
Do not try to fight it
Its contagious youll contrive it
Tainted lungs hack tar on diamonds

I dont want to
I dont need to
I could die here
Drown in quaaludes 

Bring yo friends well
Drown in black spit
Rejoice the end well
Drown in black spit

BMG
all u kids make this shit too damn easy
ion wanna hear nothin if it dont please me
make like the rest, if you smart gon leave me
beat n deceased if you try to defeat me
everybody fallin outta line so its time
ion hear em whine, i remind, fuck rewinding
dont throw ya links in my face, shit is tiring
i dont have time to listen i jus want silence
pickin apart the pack and pack it in, its saccharine
enough with the maggots, i am attacking, this a battle bitch
leave in the past, i'm bleedin on rags, leave me to pass
feedin em rats, seein it thru, seein it last
ion wanna hear none of tha bullshit
ion wanna hear none what u pushin

Big Roshi x BRUHMANEGOD - Black Spit +TreeTime

IGNORANCE III 

LYRICS:
SLEN INTRO/CHORUS

This isnt what i had in mind for me
At night i lay alone, restless i cant sleep
Weight of the world feel it crushing my chest
The relief when the blade hits the skin on my wrist
Feel so fucking worthless my head’s a mess
So ill take all these pills to relieve all my stress
And i know ill never amount to anything
These drugs got me feeling like im fucking king

Ive been waiting for the day, to wipe the smile off your face
You think you finna silence me, all your efforts gone to waste
You really though that you could cloud my mind with doubt and the pull the wool over my eyes
Know i wrote the book of manipulation bitch ive always seen through your lies

This ignorance pumps hatred through my veins
Don’t test me ill paint the walls with your blood and splatter your brains
With this ignorance, it brings me peace upon all the pain
It’s the only thing that makes sense, in this world that drives me insane
I dont rock with these hoes, coke cloggin their nose
Rob the world with my bitch, she feeds me drugs til im cold
Cold enough to take a life, invade your body steal your soul
Lick the blood off my knife, and dissappear into the night..

GHOSTOFBLU VERSE 2

Haven't you learnt yet?
I haven't learNt shit
Still living my life
Piss fucking ignorant 
I dont give a fuck about a thing still
Didnt really ever give a fuck anyway
Im still tryna find a path through this life
Taking it day by day, switching my lane
Swerving in aNd out of traffic
Death in the whip so romantic
Scorpion sting if i let it
Meet my demise wont regret it
Death on impact, brain like broken syntax
Body in a bin bag, never get the kid back


DEVIANT VERSE 3

I don’t even need to sleep
Ima take a fuckin pill for peace
I don’t even really need to breathe
Why the fuck can’t anybody see
I need space, get the fuck out my face
You’re just a waste of energy
Lately I been plagued and I chase the remedy
Damaging my sanity so I can face the clarity
My brains are splattered, face is battered
I been tryna break the chains got my veins in tatters
I’ve been dying for a good night’s sleep
But they always seem to invade my dreams
These faceless figures they’ve been stalking me
So they can devour my inner peace
So they can devour my inner peace
So they can Devour my inner peace

SLEN/DEVIANT CHORUS

This isnt what i had in mind for me
At night i lay alone, restless i cant sleep
Weight of the world feel it crushing my chest
The relief when the blade hits the skin on my wrist
Feel so fucking worthless my head’s a mess
So ill take all these pills to relieve all my stress
And i know ill never amount to anything
These drugs got me feeling like im fucking king

IGNORANCE III // FEAT DEVIANT & GHOSTOFBLU (PROD. ELKK)

YUH
YOU ARE MY ENEMY
MY SYSTEMS ARE REWIRED CHEMICALLY
I AM NOW AN UNHOLY ENTITY
YOUR DEATH IS THE LIFE TO MY MELODY YUH
(YOU'LL FLOAT TOO)
YUH
YOU ARE MY ENEMY
MY SYSTEMS ARE REWIRED CHEMICALLY
I AM NOW AN UNHOLY ENTITY
YOUR DEATH IS THE LIFE TO MY MELODY YUH

7XVN - U N H O L Y (PROD. LOWTOW)

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artwork by https://instagram.com/ghoste2k

0005

GHOSTOFBLU - OPERATION DECEPTION (PROD. DEADEMANE) RE - RELEASE

featuring @lvstforpain

[hook]
fuck im so mad hot
 wrapped up in kevlar
bitch i am nextup
smile in my reddot
fuck you aint flexed up
all you do is mad bark
lil dog get buck
otherwise you get fucked


all that ice on my wrist
(fuck im so mad hot)
 you better shut the fuck up
(otherwise you get fucked)
bitch you know who it is 
(bitch i am   next up)
ay im on that mercs shit
( wrapped up in kevlar)

[verse]
lungs drip
full clip
aint nobody but my clique
got a scar by my side and we whippin somethin swift
fuck a bitch
its legit
im the best
yous a bitch
get the fuck out my way
or the body crushes your chest

i got mad bands
froze hands
flows whack
no chance
oh damn
smoke grams
till i fuckin pass out 


i want black cash
too fresh
mercenaries
contact
serving with my lifeline
i fullfill the fuckin contract


oh my god im mad hot
i dont whip no tesla
petrol for the heat
i dont need no fucking charger


oh my god im mad hot
too fast for a driveby
crash the fucking whip
50k they sayin bye bye

[hook]
fuck im so mad hot
 wrapped up in kevlar
bitch i am nextup
smile in my reddot
fuck you aint flexed up
all you do is mad bark
lil dog get buck
otherwise you get fucked


all that ice on my wrist
(fuck im so mad hot)
 you better shut the fuck up
(otherwise you get fucked)
bitch you know who it is 
(bitch i am   next up)
ay im on that mercs shit
( wrapped up in kevlar)

[verse @lvstforpain]
i am so fucked up
you be some suck ups
i got the clip tucked
bitch down she sack suck

pack a fucking 30 clip i rip his shit he dipped out quick
extendo in my bendo got a mag and it be size up big

xl xl xl
all my bitching fucking xl
pedal to the metal
screams on heavy fucking metal 
all you basic bitches
drinking gross ass fucking rebels

when ash settles
human vessels
feed you peasants stinging nettle
uh
ay
stinging neddle uh
slide that bitch back clear the back of the rack of your motha fuckin dental uh
equip with mac got a stack of that pack in the mutha fuckin rental

uh ay

i feel so buried like pompei

blade to the face talkin melee

she spin on my dick like a bayblade

MAD HOT

MAD HOT FT. LVST [PROD. DEVILJIN]

Primrose

Lyrics

Pray for me where the fuck did the day go  
I’ve been living outside of my window 
I know it hurts and you’re sad it’s okay tho 
I feel the same and it’s worse with the primrose
I feel it raining down
My mind is filled with doubt
I feel it raining down
My mind is filled with doubt
Count ting down my days
Close my eyes
Close my eyes
Waking up as the same damn person
Gotta realize the fact I’m always hurting
Never peace never sane every day 
Never peace never sane every day
Pray for me where the fuck did the day go  
I’ve been living outside of my window 
I know it hurts and you’re sad it’s okay tho 
I feel the same and it’s worse with the primrose
Pray for me where the fuck did the day go  
I’ve been living outside of my window 
I know it hurts and you’re sad it’s okay tho 
I feel the same and it’s worse with he primrose

PRIMROSE (PROD. ROLLIE)

LYRICS:

this world takes and it gives no fucks in the
back of a truck im bumpin wit duct on my hands and my face,
scream without a trace, in a high speed chase with a bullet and my moefuckin face
it’s ok, iss another day, anotha one dies and anotha takes,
fill in with the fakes, fiending for some change,
tryna hold my life in which i can’t arrange nah

stop and just think
i never did i never fuckin will
leave em in the sediment they layin dead so chill
no more talkin in your ear like your mind is their next meal,
i been talking with the reaper he done closin out the deal

no meals in me cause i live off cheap thrills,
i been mobbin in the mf hills, i might chill
i been droppin off the mf bills, no seal
i been vibin dirty on my own wit no frills

dont pear inside yo mind,
things you might find,
pushing back the feeling like u ever wonder why
nothin feels fine, why ya life feel dry
tryna find the meaning but u running out of time
running outta time and u left with no will
dronin all around ur room with only time to kill
everything is possible but u stay layin still
leaving with no right u will lose all that you feel

ten on my top, ten on my whip,
ten on this drop, finna go kill
boutta get mopped, how u fuckin feel
mans got cold, givin me chills

stop and just think
all of this noise i can’t hear thru ring
call from myself he don’t want me to go
get out my head i don’t need me a bone
stop throwing me all yo low fucking blows
talkin bout money i don’t need no hoes
why u act funny they say i don’t know
why are u running this not a joke
im grabbin they throats

dont pear inside yo mind,
things you might find,
pushing back the feeling like u ever wonder why
nothin feels fine, why ya life feel dry
tryna find the meaning but u running out of time
running outta time and u left with no will
dronin all around ur room with only time to kill
everything is possible but u stay layin still
leaving with no right u will lose all that you feel

Big Roshi x BRUHMANEGOD - Black Spit +TreeTime

Big Roshi

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