hang from my teeth

We steady talk bout the same things,
Can't keep the sun without keepin rain,
Little by little we came up,
That's position for my old ways
Steady trippin over low days,
Spendin time I can't repay,
Caught the foul on my relay,
Keep me dialed for the replay,
Don't be askin bout my advice,
See them change if you know me,
She too quick, too controlling,
She remind me of my old me,
I been finished, I'm a ghost link,
Cutting ties, wish I hold safe,
Up late, like you told me,
Never guess I be folding,

Tell me all that you've done,
Don't waste words from your tongue,
Tell me all that you've done,
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me all that you've done,

Small cast,
Fuckas on dope and they blow it fast,
Rest in power to life I had,
When I leave I ain't comin back,
Half these people don't remember that,
That's attention I ain't never had,
Fuck the fame, I just want the cash,
Matter fact, I just want the dash,
Calm place, with a quiet past,
I ain't tryna make nothing last,
I ain't gonna hold nothin back,
If I die, it's for better class,
The world spinning, I pray for that,
Seems to me you don't need to have,
Everything that been leaving fast,
I ain't sorry if a bitch is mad,
I can't feign if a bitch is bad,
Last place tryna blow my cap,
Promised mama I won't leave with that,
Retail was a better act,
Lost advantage of the shit I had,
But I'm movin just to prove a fact
I ain't trippin if a bitch is bad,
I ain't sorry if a bitch is mad,

Tell me all that you've done,
Don't waste words from your tongue,
Back to your voice, why does he run,
Doesn't he want, better than fun,
Something so numb,
Doesn't he want, better than fun,
Something so numb,


calm place

The Red Cover

Biv:

Big ego on the bitch, I bet I seen enough,
Seen them comin from a mile, so we doubled up,
Sympathy ain't trust, seen them bounce like it's double Dutch,
Holy fuck, signed they soul, for the devil suck

Big bags, big tags,
Money make her jet lag,
Feeling like 100,
Like the loaded mag
Big bags, big tags,
Money make her jet lag,
Feeling like 100,


Half you fuckas parasite, living in the past life,
Pass time get passed by,
You odd, got too bozo to cut ties,
I seen the pussy boy in ya fuckin stride,
Simpin,
Deaded to the cost of the system 
Bitches on they knees, no religion,
Sick em,
Bustin through the kitchen, for a smidgen,
Fuck around and visit where you livin

I put my plans on everything,
I want more than I need,
Like 50 racks in the jean,
To throw it at they teeth,
Chit chat came back, just to make a scene,
Stanley with the clip, cut the green for the team,
That's a fam, fuck a friend, fuck you mean,
You had big dreams, and big tings,
But thoughts of me been a daily routine,
Bitch thought she got it like me,
Sad that they only ever wanna be seen,

You talk a lot for a money feign,
You talk a lot for a money feign,
You talk a lot for a money feign,
You talk a lot for a money feign,


BLCKK:

you talk a lot for a money fiend
you said it’s ones boy it better be
shit changed i be fucking growing money trees
and what the fuck made you think about me differently
i put the work like it’s motherfucking ten of me
ya brother dead I think it’s motherfucking meant to be
i get em burnt, give a fuck bout what you think of me
and get them bands like I need that shit to fucking breathe

skrt
off that motherfucking lot i get my brother from the dirt
motherfucker did a lot
yeah i bet that shit hurt
yes i’m trippin oh my god you tellin me you never heard?
i seen everybody ever fuck with me been getting burnt

give ‘em no favors
fuck what you came for
bad 48 cause you found out what you made for
kickin in the same door
that money was not yours
just because you think that you can rap doesn’t buy tours
y’all about to die poor
pick that shit the fuck up you gon’ find out what you die for
y’all ain’t bout to settle once you realize that you want more
think about that shit before you worry bout how i score
yeah, bitch how i score

Hearteater Ft. BLCKK

And I been damaged soul in the mud
Pull my skin down, got her soul in my lust
In a rush
Everybody know it's hush hush
Keep my shit low, it's a must when I rush up in the cut
Nobody seeing me today
And I don't need to hear what they say
If I could, not today
Stuck with the lost, hesitate
And it's all in my way
It's all in my way

Fuck is you doubtin, talk
Aint nobody sell they walk
Damage all they want
Damage all they got
Damage all they got

I deserve what I keep
How we move close
I can't breathe

Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips

Get the fuck back, trust that
You ain't never wanna act up, fuck that

I get back to my ways
Hollow I go for my pay
I leave home for the dead
Bitches ain't knowin they place
Why the fuck you say, I'm out of lane
I'm out of brain
Why don't you talk to me
Why don't you talk to me

Get the fuck back, trust that
You ain't never wanna act up, fuck that

Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips
Godsend
Bullshit
Bullet tips
Full clips

Get the fuck back, trust that
You ain't never wanna act up, fuck that
We goin keep the money staked up
Friends dead
I ain't playin with my set, like my last act

play dead (Prod. by YONDA)

KAMAARA:

No disrespect, but only came to collect yuh
Pull up in all black, suggesting you run us that check yuh
Don't pose as a threat
You pussies dont pose as a threat
Mayville, Mayville, baby yeah you know the set yuh

Biv:

Yall don't come from a spot
Where the pussy get popped
And the jaw get locked yuh
Ball so hard need ice on the cock
But I flaunt what I got yuh yuh
Still ain't need me a lot
Pray on my life
All the bitch want want
Dick in her gums
So she suck my funds
It's never her spot
Bitch just stop
Stackin thoughts
That leave me lost
I been exhaust
The smoke involved
We list it off
Can't miss at all
The shots get sprung
Ya mans is gone
Fuck this life
Bitch fuck you on
Fuck this life
Bitch fuck you on
Fuck this life
Bitch fuck you on
Bitch fuck you on yuh
They set it all up
For failure an such
Dastardly deed
No different to me
We chasin the fee
Got family to feed
Nobdoy should see
The happy we feed
Nobody should see
I need what I need
No different than me
Stand for my shit
While they taken they seats
Stand for my shit
While they taken they seats

KAMAARA:

No disrespect, but only came to collect yuh
Pull up in all black, suggesting you run us that check yuh
Don't pose as a threat
You pussies dont pose as a threat
Mayville, Mayville, baby yeah you know the set yuh

Biv:

Bet that bitch want me dead
They been knockin in my head
I'm not living just for them
Bitch I'm crawling out my flesh
Bitch I'm crawling out my flesh

Bet that bitch want me dead
They been knockin in my head
I'm not living just for them
Bitch I'm crawling out my flesh
Bet that bitch want me dead
They been knockin in my head
I'm not living just for them
Bitch I'm crawling out my flesh
Bet that bitch want me dead

Block it up
Block it up
Block it up
Bitch
Block it up
Block it up
Block it up
Bitch
Block it up
Block it up
Block it up
Bitch
Block
Block
Block
Block
Block it up bitch
Block
Block
Block
Block
Block it up bitch

set collect Ft. KAMAARA (Prod. by Biv & KAMAARA)

Remind me again
What I said to offend
I ascend for the bread
Bitch I been burying friends
Time that I spent
Till I'm dead in the head
With emotions instead
Living from the bed

I moved on from the bitch
Lanes that I switched
To put money in clips,
See a smile when I dial
When I'm active in this shit
When I'm active in the bitch
When I'm active in this bitch

Pop the fuck out
Pussy mothafuckas taking shots
Till we peel out
Then they lay down
No more chat now
No one make a sound
I been tired of talkin shit out

Most of you talk like you know
Using mental as the hoax
Like it's reason that you settled for the most
You a bitch in the post
Yall just broke ugly pussy ass fuckin pedos

Seen you rockin on the coast
Like it's something we should know
Think we give a fuck
Bitch we don't
Sit Back and count the money that you owe
You in debt from ya teeth to ya toes
Steal steez to get a lease then pop a fuckin toast

Bitch I'm disgusted
Can't tell who I trusted
Now these mothafuckas dusted
Bitch I'm disgusted
They just product for consumption

dust debt (Prod. by SKOTSKR)

Run up in your head
Bitches spoon fed
You ain't live how you said
Speaking on the dead
Bitch I'll bury you instead
Just been looking for fix
Killing my help
I was buried with them

Told to keep silent
Shit made me violent
Lived for attention
But learned to hide it
Pray on my problems
Think you surviving
Living for pressure
You still supplying

Don't wanna say it's ok
Just for them to take the feeling away
Don't wanna say it's ok

Pour it out
out
Pour it out
out

restorations

Prod. Pezzhead

Keep them strings 
Wrapped around your face 
Drenched in grey
Red line maze 

So strange 
The way things work
Cross my eyes with dirt
The dead, they can't be hurt
Waiting for my turn

Bitter ghosts 
Scream through radios 
What a rotten mind
Deliver violence

Selfish as I could be
Why would they all ignore me?
I'm not even sure to be seen
The world lay before me

Corridors filled with crying
Swayed by sirens 
Terror dilates 

Hey!

The thoughts ember and form 
It’s a body to call your own 

Hate stains what I bring
Hate stains what I bring

That was a cold tone
There’s hell in there 
That icy stare 
Leaves ruins 

Woke up in my foolish again
Favor the chosen again 
My friend

I’m a freak and everyone knows 
Is pezz in there?
Dasomit made him fear 
Now you can’t take him anywhere 

Is pezz in there?
Dasomit made him fear 
you can’t take him anywhere

Bitter ghost (Feat. Biv)

Biv:

More money more problems
All the commas never solving
Happiness I slavage from the doubters
Wanna get him they got him
Stackin bodies into columns
They comin for hand outs like blossom
Make up ya mind, is you poppin or dodging
Think my mental came from hand me downs
Pull up loud, but silent when I'm out
Taught myself, and taught by my surrounds
You all bark, but courage out the pound
Got a smile on my teeth
But I die underneath
Understand what I mean
Bitch try it with me
Don't slide with the feign
Can't ride on the team
Can't say what I mean
But I owe what I need
Nose bleed to my feet
Where the money increase
Fat stack in the jean
You can never be me,
Like they wanted to be
What my enemies seen
We can never agree
Script been tucked in the sleeve
Pop when I need
But I live for a fee
You can't stay where I sleep
Shit been too simple to me
I'm sane as can be

Run up your block, fucka better get buck
Runnin your mouth, never gave you a fuck
Ain't bout the violence, but never gonna duck
Give me a reason, I'm fuckin you up
Run up your block, fucka better get buck
Runnin your mouth, never gave you a fuck
Ain't bout the violence, but never gonna duck
Give me a reason, I'm fuckin you up

nAvvvi:

Personal mild like chipotle bowl
Cis white man like the super bowl
Turn that fucko into casserole
Minute maid hand in a pigeonhole
When a wait baked take everything strait its a fate so great you can't look away
I don't stay amazed
By the shit you spray
So get the fuck away
Tik tik tok and it's non stop
Losing the canon its straight for your bedroom it's shooting out sudden
You're lucky if living, this life is all giving
The heroes are chanting they're blocking the holding
The pins are aligned like we clapping and bowling
Speak as though livid, i question your fitted
But you driving too loud like a man in a civic
So take all that back
Whoa you just graduated from dumb dumb college
Now all that's left for you is Starbucks knowledge

Civic Blossom ft. nAvvvi (Prod. KILLJAMES x 2PRO)

Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways

Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late

I tried, head up
Filling all my cuts up
Post up
Gold tucked
Feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top
Fucked up
Feeling like I'm giving up

Gotta keep the throne
Places feel alone
How the boy been grown
Go and speak your tone
I been prone from my lows
Say she feel it in her bones
I get too much credit
Wouldn't go and let it go

Been obsessed
We can't do the feds
Roll up when I'm stressed
She the best
Finna pop till I forget
Maybe till I'm dead
Maybe till I'm dead

I hate it, but I love it
All these fuckas wanna see is numbers
You can catch these hands if you finna run up
Then it's quick clips flying in the summer
Whole city on the map, for the gutter
For the gutter
Whole city on the map for the gutter

Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways

Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late

I tried, head up
Filling all my cuts up
Post up
Gold tucked
Feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top
Fucked up
Feeling like I'm giving up


hang from my teeth

Biv

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