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PROD. ME

LYRICS:

THIRTY FIVE POINTS FOR THE HEAD SHOT BITCH
SHOULDA KEPT THE PISTOL IN THE BAG
FUCK IT GOT THE PAPER ON TRACK
SEE ME BITCH I'M FITTED ALL BLACK
I BURN IT IF I EVER GET THE PLAQUE
TURN YA' FUCKING FAMILY TO A PACK
PUT THAT FUCKING MONEY IN THAT BAG
I KILL HIM JUST TO SAY THAT SHIT AND BRAG

THROW THAT CHECK, IN THAT FIRE PIT
I COULD BUY YA' BITCH
I GO BACK, JUST TO SPIN AGAIN
GET MY KILL AGAIN
WHERE I'M AT, WE DON'T DO THAT SHIT
WE DON'T TALK A LOT
I BLOW MY BAG, WHERE'S MY MONEY BITCH
RELOAD ALL MY MAGAZINE I'M BACK
FUCK YOU THOUGHT IT WAS
I DON'T KNOW YOU BITCH I SEND HIM UP, TELL HIM FUCK IS UP
SUCK MY FUCKING DICK I CARE 'BOUT CASH
WANT MY MONEY BACK
I DON'T LIKE TO BRAG BUT LOOK ME UP
GET THE FUCK UP OFF MY DICK I TRIED TO GIVE A FUCK IT'S

DOUBLE MY MONEY LIKE PLAYBOY MY MONEY I DON'T FUCK AROUND WITH NO BITCH
DIRTY MY THIRTY I'M EARLY AS FUCK, CAUGHT ME A BODY AS SOON AS I'M UP
I BROUGHT A HAND GRENADE INTO THE CLUB, I PULL THE PIN AND THAT SHIT GOIN' UP
GUNS GUNS GUNS GUNS GUNS GUNS GUNS GUNS

EVEN WHEN I GET MY BAG BITCH
GOT A RED DOT SHIT NO TAG BITCH
LOOK AT MY BANK I GOT TOO RICH
I'M IN A RED ROOM NOT NO TWITCH
BLOOD MONEY BABY THAT'S MY HISTORY
HE COULD PULL UP AT THE SHOW HE AIN'T NO KIN TO ME

FUCK 'EM ALL, DIE SLOW AND WE FUCKING BALL
X4

MUSIC VIDEO

RED ROOM

PROD. ME

LYRICS:

Y'ALL TRY TO TELL ME WHAT TO WRITE AS IF I GIVE A FUCK
Y'ALL MAKE ME SICK I THINK I'M FINISHED FUCKING PUTTIN' UP
COME PULL Y'ALL CHAINS OUT, TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK I'M 'BOUT
AND TELL Y'ALL FRIENDS TO KEEP IT PUSHING ON Y'ALL WAY OUT

BITCH ARE YOU STUPID I'M A MOTHERFUCKING GENIUS
SHIT GOT ME THINKING LIKE THEY NEVER KILLED JESUS
AND EVERY DAY THAT I'M ALIVE IMA STAY RICH
SHUT THE FUCK UP THEY COULD NEVER FIND ME BITCH

I NEED MY ONES I BEEN PATIENT
I WISH YOU LUCK, KEEP LOOKING FOR MY REPLACEMENT 
AND THEN YOU FUCKED IF YOU EVER GET COMPLACENT
I'M DOWN TO WORK UNTIL I DIE OR I MADE IT

COME PUT MORE MONEY ON MY TABLE IF YOU LIKE ME
DON'T TRIP ON ME BECAUSE Y'ALL BITCHES WANNA WRITE ME
COME GET Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKING MONEY OFF MY NECK BITCH
TOO LIT SECURITY DON'T MAKE MY PEOPLE RESTLESS

THAT MOTHERFUCKER BUGGIN' OUT I GET MY * OUT
DON'T CALL MY PHONE BECAUSE YOU FOUND OUT I GOT MONEY NOW
I'M SCREAMING WHAT THE FUCK YOU PEOPLE REALLY KNOW ABOUT
MY DAY TO DAY THEY FUCKING PAY ME JUST TO FUCK AROUND

SICK

PROD. @jamesgorczyca1

THIS WHAT YOU GET
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY MAMA
THIS WHAT YOU RAISED
I'MA THROW MY LIFE AWAY
I'MA KILL MYSELF ONE DAY
I'MA KILL MYSELF ONE DAY
THAT'S OKAY
I GOTTA FANTASIZE BOUT SUM
I JUST LIVE FOR THE EXCITE
I DON'T WANNA TAKE A BREAK
I DON'T WANNA EXERCISE
AND ALL THESE NEVER WANTS PILE IN MY MIND
MAYBE I'M BETTER OFF DYIN' IN THE LIGHT
THAT'S ALRIGHT
I WON'T PLAY THE VICTIM
I WORK ALL DAY TO GET SUM
I THINK I NEED A PICK UP
I'M SELFISH AND VINDICTIVE
AND NOW MY WORK IS OVER
AND I'M UP ON THE POSTER
I LEAVE THE CHILDREN BROKEN
NOW THEY AIN'T EVER SOBER
INTERNET IS BLEEDING THRU MY EYES
I WANNA BE LIKE YOU, I'M BLEEDING OUT MY ARMS
GET SOME MONEY THEN WE GOIN' UP TO MARS
FOR SOME HAPPINESS, IT'S CLOSE, BUT NO CIGAR
GETTIN' REST
I WON'T EVER SEE YOUR FACES AGAIN
SHOUTOUT FRIENDS
THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S UP IN MY HEAD
WHAT'S THE POINT
IF EVERY SINGLE TIME I WAKE UP ANNOYED
I'M IN THE VOID
FLOAT AWAY, IT SOUNDS LIKE SUM I'D ENJOY
CLOSER TO MY HEART
OPEN MY CHEST WITH A BRICK
GOT SO MANY GIFTS
BUT MY PASSION DON'T WANT TO STICK
TAKE ME OFF THE SONG MY FRIEND
JUST TAKE ME OUT THE MIX
YOU CANNOT FIX SOMETHING
THAT DOES NOT WANT TO BE FIXED
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP

KILL YOURSELF (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

art by @c3of
prod. @chase_noir

lyrics:
hypocrites look me in my face
pissing me off
wanna put them all in a grave
just let me know
what you trying to do today
cuz i really wanna bash your
brains in

i dont fuck with anybody at all
its not joke
i hate going out in public
id rather sit home and choke
tryna have a conversation
im thinking of overdose
check the miligram 
and shove all the silly pills
in my throat

leave the blood on the leaves
they get no reprieve
you’re better off
not speaking to me
i want you to bleed
i want you to be
dead
i will not stop till i see that
im on the fringe
of insanity
that i never wanted,
but have to be
dont care if anyones mad at me

hypocrites look me in my face
pissing me off
wanna put them all in a grave
just let me know
what you trying to do today
cuz i really wanna bash your
brains in

nowhere is a safe haven
theres no time for conversation
im ontop of the trees and i mob
with the ravens
ive never been an inspiration

i hate to watch the scene die out
everything got a price now
leave em all down in the dirt, watch em dry out
let the blood fall from my mouth

LISTEN

KILLING PEOPLE FOR THE BETTERMENT OF THE PLANET

PROD ME

LYRICS:

SKOT BUSY HAD TO, FIGURE IT OUT I
KEEP WISHING SOMEONE TRY WHAT I'M ABOUT
EVERYBODY SUCK DICK FOR THE CLOUT
GOT MY MONEY AND MY BITCH,
WHAT THE FUCK I WANT NOW

I WANT SHELLS WANT 'EM LITTERING THE BED
WANNA WAKE UP WITH A BODY IN MY LIVING ROOM AGAIN I REMIND YOU,
PUT IT ON MY SOUL WE NOT FRIENDS
WHEN I FIND YOU

AS IF I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT ANYWAY
EVEN WHEN YOU DEAD, THEY COLLECT
I WAS NEVER DEPRESSED,
IT'S MY FAULT
I WAS NEVER IMPRESSED,
YOU GOT CAUGHT, MOTHERFUCKER

BEAT SOMEBODY HEAD IN LIKE YOU BORN FOR THE SHIT
SHOT HIM WHERE HE PISS AT HE WAS EATING WITH HIS BITCH
SHOUTS OUT WHERE I BEEN AT IF I TOUCH IT THEN IT'S IT
STILL AIN'T GET THE MEMO IMA KICK HIM IN HIS SHIT

WOAH,
YOU DON'T KNOW 'BOUT WHAT YOU ASKING,
WATCH IT
WOAH,
AIN'T NOBODY WORRIED 'BOUT YOU BITCH BOY STOP IT
WOAH,
SOMEBODY NEED TO GET FUCKED UP BITCH DUCK WITH IT
WOAH,
AIN'T NOBODY WORRIED 'BOUT YOU BITCH BOY STOP IT

DON'T ASK ME TO FUCKING RESPECT WHAT THIS ABOUT
IF I WANTED TO I TURN THAT SHIT AROUND AND KILL MYSELF
I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THE BULLSHIT
MADE A COUPLE BEATS AND THEN YOU LOOK FOR SOMETHING OUT OF ME I'M 'BOUTTA BE THE WORST MOTHERFUCKER IN THE SCENE
STUDY EVERYTHING ABOUT THE SHIT YOU WANNA SEE
JUST SO I CAN PISS ON ANY PLANS THAT I HAD
IF THEY EVER CROSS PATHS, FUCK YOU, TOO BAD

MIKE TYSON

LYRICS:

Just to hit this beat I had to make some shit up to be mad about
Hit up Krim to check the count
I hit twenty four, my brother put some fucking paper in my hand
This whole situation planned bitch

I go by my ones that’s what my hands for
Ay and put these rappers up on best gore
Y’all don’t gotta tell that’s what the feds for
Put this fucking mag up through his front door
Said somebody blood that’s where I fucked up
You let that shit slide that’s how you fucked up
Stand on something once, ay you fake fuck
You might love that bitch but ay I’m not one

Like I give a fuck ‘bout where you come from
If it’s up like that I got my scope in on y’all loved ones
Look like you got flipped to state informant bitch
That’s why I ain’t text him shit my album too important bitch I,

All y’all need some jobs you get some bread for it
Go do something real and get some ‘cred for it
Right now you a bitch it’s in y’all DNA
And get the fuck up out my life, not no Q and A
Fuck y’all parents I should beat ‘em dead
Said fuck who brought you up, who kept you fed
Ay fuck the scene and fuck the shit it bred
Middle fingers up, bitch I really bled

BEST GORE [PROD. BLCKK X SKOTSKR]

GUESS

PHOENIX

prod. @c-o-r-p-s-e & @sol-filshie

i know no one been in here before me
i seem alone
i like my 4 walls where they're put
let's just get that understood
i seen none
light me up
tight and stuck around both of my legs
my legs my legs my legs
inside that's why i ain't smiling 
my brain trying to change my lane
i break my face i'm defiling
i pave my way, can't take my name

catch me in LA rewiring a scooter
catch me i bet you got plenty of shooters
puffin ya chest, is you mofuckin stupid
nuttin up tough now it's time to get neutered

i've exhausted doubt
open cupboard, mice comin out

it'll make sense when i'm gone
do be patient we'll meet god
i just take one look around
want to touch but i can't

ugh
fuck the world with a dildo
quarantined but i'll still go out
i'm a chink, come and beat me
spider gang never ceasing

your thoughts do not control me

you want poison, well i got a sink full
you wanna understand, it's not that simple

you got the most demons in the place i bet
everybody silent when i step inside it
used to be the faggot, now everybody my friend
everybody chime in, but nobody ridin woa
scene look like a steaming heap of piled shit
i avoid violence but i'm keen to fly fist 
make em see i exist they don't like it one bit
i like when he sucks dick, i like many drugs mixed

Produced by Wendigo

@bruhmanegoddd
@flvd415

DGN FT. BRUHMANEGOD & FLVD4K

@cult-international

produced by me if not otherwise stated

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