Fallin Again {prod. malloy + ben smith}

Alright {prod. vyziobeats}

Ice on my watch ❄️ No it don’t stop 🛑

Opp {ft. Will DuThrilL}

Rxckstxr Rxcky & purpyy - my trust is dead. {prod. MELKHOM}

im not good at controlling myself Feat. Will DuThrilL {prod. rx808}

my trust is dead. (CTZN Remix)

Song produced by baad beats

Suprise feature from TheCitizen

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I hope that this song inspires you to think or yourself, do not let anyone blind you, see through the bull shit, and open your eyes. 💙👁

Lyrics

So fucking tired of the basic, fake shit
Take your treasures from you and you faceless
You stand for nun’, and yo stupid ass graceless
Feeling occupied like, little bitch I’m spaceless 
Before you build up on sum’, you gotta have the basis
Everything ain’t perfect like homeostasis
Everybody got they own opinions, and visions, and ambitions
We ain’t all clickin’
Harmony ain’t existin’

(Self-Made)

(Never needed no motherfucka, haha)

I'm so tired of the basic 
Running round the world, faster than i'm running bases
I be making poetry, bitch I am not playing
I am not the type to pull a pistol out and spray it, less you made me
I'm so tired of the basic, violence
Try to spread message, but everyone just the pilot
Too many fatalaties, even though they complying
Gotta riot in the street, and even then we staying silent
I'm so tired of these people, trash
You'd rather sit and watch than actually do something back
Gotta keep a strap, less somebody tryna attack
Grab and pull it back, all the other houses hear a blast, damn

Where would I go?
Where would I go?
Where would I go?

I’m just speaking real shit
You’re all blinded thinking that y’all gotta kill shit
Pop pills and shit
To gain fake closure
The issue still gon’ be there your fate won’t come no slower
Your fall will just come closer 
Your fall will just come closer, yeah, closer, yeah

Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes

Open Your Eyez

L!GHTS

FALLEN ANGEL

produced by Eyezeck

Lyrics

Feel like, i've been locked away for a while
Miles down this aisle, straight crooked fake smiles
Pay no mind to the blood stains on these tiles
Or to behind the shattered glass, where they all cry out
Dim lights that hold no life, robbed them of their shine
They was coming for mine, but got caught by time
Fell into the line, you can't take my mind
You try to crush my soul, i deal you two in the spine

Feel so out of touch, how the fuck i'm young
But time feels like rust, and my breath seems rushed 
And still never enough, wounds leaking blood
Just gotta cover em up, numb us up
We all pass around the false remedy
Trade our souls to hell just to feel fake heavenly
Fight sick with sick killing off all the clarity
Denying all help, mindset is "just let me be"

Doomed 
Damn

Steady follow path to the tomb
Odds already stacked against some out the womb
Buds get whacked with no chance to even bloom
Gunpowder in the gash, new salt in the wound
I've been hiding away, tryna protect my soul
To see myself grow old, achieve all my goals
And i'll die to know, that I made the most
Of this precious time on this small ass globe
Slow suicide, dont even realize
There's no trace of life, in our wall of eyes
Don't see past the blinds, hiding from the light
And who we are inside, trapped in shallow minds

doomed

produced by SapFire & TheCitizen


[VERSE I: TheCitizen]

Cold bodies dropping, shoot at point blank range
Line the scope up, sike, we don't even gotta aim
Silencer won't let it sing, but it gonna bring the pain
Red paint on the tint, 5%, they ain't seeing in

CITIZEN, BHG we back again
1, 2, 3, we load fn's and fuck around with twenty clips
Me and Blake be spraying shit
Them dogs gon bark like woofers
In the club we playing bangers in
The VIP, your girl we bringing in

[VERSE II: blake cossey]

We bring her in, she go for Bens', making a flick
Shoot on her tits, said she don't flinch at chrome tips
Pass me that shit, I take a rip, we high again
Up out that Sip', don't come up with shit, gotta make it flip

Ain't off them beans, the game ain't clean, never what it seems
Between this money and weed, we steady go for green
I'm working up to redeem, my fucking family tree
B to the H to the G, give everything for a dream

[VERSE III: TheCitizen]

Hundred rounds, 50lbs, bet on black with 20 thou'
Left the bank with blue in town, my pockets can't fit it now
My bitch got them devil horns, lips gon' be my lover's lounge
After he done swallowing my kids, we need a murder trial

Bring it back in, I'ma spazz on the beat
When I break his back in I'ma look at him sweet,
Ain't no thug by the end of the day you gon see
When you up in my bed and you looking at me

We gon wrestle, .45 on me I keep me a missle
Thinking they tough when they waving they pistol
Then off of the net they gonna go be civil
Time after time, damn, I ain't playing with you
Canada trenches, you said you was in all them Canada trenches
You rich and got money and stay with your parents
So stop acting like you be living in paris

You got an allowance,
Where I come from, they won't even allow it
They snatching your shit as soon as you get rowdy
You think you a thug but all these bitches childish
So next time you see me, then try me damn

TheCitizen x blake cossey - MURDA TRIAL

produced by ghowste


Lyrics

Slaving away at the devil's workshop 
Tried to plan an escape, my face met with a glock
Rummaging through the safe, praying to a buckshot 
I am all that i'm not

Grey matter decaying, from lung supply shaving
So thin, stumbled in, faced with options, I locked it
I fucked up, put walls up so useless, my wrist cut
Blade untucked 

I can't maintain balance, no going around this
Can't ride off these ounces that keep my chest pounding
I can't eat, until I drop leaves in my bloodstream
Shit ain't new to me, I was raised round 'dem junkies

Sitting while the calender peel back
Been tryna get a feel back, put faith in this loud pack
But then that bitch bite back, anxiety to the max
Intestines drained flat, guess I ain't learned shit since my last drag

Swearing this gon' be my last drag
Ask the team where the tree at
Putting on for the BHG lil' bitch you know I bleed that
Carry on for the BHG, my blood don't needa' greive death

I promise this gon be my last drag
Go on get it over with, been living fast
Putting on for the BHG, lil' bitch you know U bleed that
Carry on for the BHG, my blood don't needa' see me dead

Swearing this gon be my last
Promise this gon be my last, fuck that
Say, kick that shit back
I take everything back, bitch I need, that


thank u to everyone who appreciates and supports me and my art. 💙

album soon.

last drag

I remember blowing potent, thinking i was floating
Now i'm sober, teeth sink in, slow but ferocious
Ignored the smoke foldin', and warnings of the locusts 
I chased this pain with chains and mary jane endorphins
Rub grief deep into my eyes in my mourning
Don't sleep enough for dreams to be born
It's no secret why these seeds ain't getting nourished
But it seems, seams are meant to be adjourned

Everytime that I try to tie a knot
Loop the rabbit through the hole, end up froze near the top
I, guess it's signing, top's chopped and cropped
At the bottom we get sold, everything that we not

Try to make kentsugi out these holes
Treat my soul like a mouth full of gold
That metal's hell to find, with no light in the mind
It's like they void you blind, tip-toe behind your nose 
I'll probably stab a stud through the airflow
Like a stud, I need a strap for you weird hoes
I could love you like my own damn kin folk
But you'll still go and toss stones at my windows
I can't fit my pupil through the peephole
Can't conform to the mold of the keyhole
On repeat, watching receipts roll
Procrastinate self growth, banking on a cheap cope
I wish I could see myself uncloaked
I wish I could see myself unbroke
Before my first breath, swallowed up by smoke
Now it feels like all that I know

Everytime that I try to tie a knot
Loop the rabbit through the hole, end up froze near the top
I, guess it's signing, top's chopped and cropped
At the bottom we get sold, everything that we not

blake cossey .

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