CARTEL [PROD. FLOWR]

THANK YOU TO EDDISON, VENTING PALACE, OUTRAGE, DROWNWITHTOGA, PROD NOAH, AND NEZIAH1K FOR WORKING WITH ME ON THIS ALBUM.

SPECIAL THANKS TO JAY, SIMON, AND JOHN.

HAVE FUN.

-KINO.

HOP OUT [PROD. VENTING PALACE]

LYRICS:

THE WAY SHE TALK TO ME IT MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHE AIN'T EVER KNOW ME
I WOKE UP AGAIN IF IT'S A REASON YOU CAN SHOW ME
SO FAR FEEL THE PAIN ON MY OWN
DRANK MORE FEEL IT BURNIN' MY THROAT

YEAH, FUCK HIM AND HIS FRIENDS TOO
WHEN I COME HOME I SWEAR TO GOD I BE ALONE BITCH
AND I GIVE NO FUCK BOUT' WHAT YOU WENT THROUGH
I'D BE OKAY TODAY IF I AIN'T EVER MET YOU

YEAH, MORE SHIT IN MY CUP
PASS OUT ON THE COUCH I PRAY DON'T EVER WAKE ME UP
I TOLD EM' EVERYTHING WAS FINE
I GIVE YOU MY SOUL IF YOU COULD PROVE I WASN'T LYING

I BEEN SOBER FOR A DAY NOW
I FEEL LIKE DYING EVERY FUCKING WORD YOU SAY NOW
THIS AIN'T WHAT LOVE SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE
I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING AND YOU AIN'T TRYNA SEE THAT

THE WAY SHE TALK TO ME IT MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHE AIN'T EVER KNOW ME
I WOKE UP AGAIN IF IT'S A REASON YOU CAN SHOW ME
SO FAR FEEL THE PAIN ON MY OWN
DRANK MORE FEEL IT BURNIN' MY THROAT

YEAH, FUCK HIM AND HIS FRIENDS TOO
WHEN I COME HOME I SWEAR TO GOD I BE ALONE BITCH
AND I GIVE NO FUCK BOUT' WHAT YOU WENT THROUGH
I'D BE OKAY TODAY IF I AIN'T EVER MET YOU

SPOTIFY

SOBER [PROD. KIRAW]

LYRICS:

I TOOK TOO MUCH TIME AWAY FROM THIS
THIS THE ONLY FEELING I COULD MISS
EVERYONE I TOUCH I FUCKING BREAK
ONLY SO MUCH PAIN THAT I CAN TAKE

I BLEED WAY TOO OFTEN
I CAN'T BLEED 'CAUSE I DREAM BOUT A COFFIN
I WANT DEATH BITCH I'M OFF THIS

I WANNA DIE SLOWER
EVERY SONG I GET CLOSER
I JUST WISH IT WAS OVER
I KNOW I'M THE PROBLEM I BEEN HIT THE BOTTOM
I AIN'T FEELING NOT FEELING SHIT
DIG ME DEEPER IN AND BREAK ME BITCH
THIS AIN'T NOTHING THAT YOU WANNA SEE
NEVER TRIED TO HURT YOU HONESTLY

I AIN'T INTO MAKING ENEMIES
BUT I DO THIS FUCKING ENDLESSLY
I LOST TOO MANY PEOPLE TO LEAVE WITH A REASON TO KEEP FUCKING BREATHING AT ALL
AND IT'S MY FAULT
SHOULD'VE LISTENED WHAT EVERYONE TOLD ME
NEVER BEEN LOWER I FUCKING DESERVE THIS I'LL BLEED TILL THEY PUT ME IN DIRT

I WANNA DIE SLOWER
EVERY SONG I GET CLOSER
I JUST WISH IT WAS OVER
I KNOW I'M THE PROBLEM I BEEN HIT THE BOTTOM
I AIN'T FEELING NOT FEELING SHIT
DIG ME DEEPER IN AND BREAK ME BITCH
THIS AIN'T NOTHING THAT YOU WANNA SEE
NEVER TRIED TO HURT YOU HONESTLY

DIRT

LYRICS:

BRUHMANEGOD:

I'M TIRED OF ALL THIS TURNIN' AWAY I WANT SOME ATTENTION
I HATE THE PROCESS
I WANNA KNOW THIS
WHAT YOU THINK YOU TRYNA KEEP FROM ME SO I JUST STICK AROUND?
I DO IT FOR HER BUT SHE ISN'T PROUD
YEAH SHE SOMETHING I AIN'T TRYNA EXIST WITHOUT
I AIN'T GETTIN' OUT
I JUST WANT BETTER DAYS
A LIFE NOT DOING ANYTHING
TIME IS MOVING, CELEBRATE
I'M TRYNA FUCK MY HEALTH AWAY
FEELS SO GOOD I CAN'T TELL IT'S PAIN
I JUST DUG MYSELF A GRAVE
LAY DOWN LIE AROUND

BLCKK:

THIS WHAT YOU MADE ME
LOOK WHAT YOU PUTTIN' ME THROUGH
WHY THE FUCK IT AIN'T MATTER TO YOU

YOU AIN'T A PART OF MY LIFE I,
NEED TO BE FUCKING WITH MY NIGHTS
I BEEN OFF MY SHIT AND YOU A PART OF IT I HOPE YOU AIN'T ABOUT TO

FUCK WITH ME AGAIN
I COULD BREAK YA NECK AND WORRY BOUT A CHECK
FUCK YA FUCKING FRIENDS
PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPEN NEXT

COUNT ME OUT OF THIS SHIT IF YOU FUCKIN' WITH ME EVERY WEEK I EXIST
YOU COULD LEAVE IF YOU WANTED THIS SOMETHING YOU STARTED I AIN'T ABOUT IT BITCH

XXX (FEAT. BRUHMANEGOD) [PROD. KILLJAMES]

LYRICS:

FUCK THAT I'M KILLIN' THE COPS
TOUCH ONE MY FAMILY YOU GONE
PUSSY LET'S SEE WHAT YOU 'BOUT
YEAH I'M JUMPIN' MY ASS IN THE CROWD
BITCH I'M TRYNA GET IT LIVE
BUCK UP PUSSY PICK A SIDE
FUCKING LOOK ME IN MY EYES
STOMP HIM OUT BEFORE HE DIE

I WANT BLOOD ON EVERYTHING
YOU 'GON DIE ABOUT THIS SHIT
PUT THAT SHIT ON EVERYTHING
I PUT THAT SHIT ON EVERYTHING

HIT THAT MOTHERFUCKER
AIR THAT SHIT OUT
KILL ME MOTHERFUCKER
IF THAT WHAT YOU 'BOUT
WATCH YA FUCKING MOUTH
KNOCK THE PUSSY OUT
STAY YA ASS DOWN BITCH
AIN'T NO FUCKING GAME AIN'T PLAYIN' BOUT THE SHIT
LIGHT THAT FUCKER UP AND KILL THE FUCKING KID

FUCK THAT I'M KILLIN' THE COPS
TOUCH ONE MY FAMILY YOU GONE
PUSSY LET'S SEE WHAT YOU 'BOUT
YEAH I'M JUMPIN' MY ASS IN THE CROWD
BITCH I'M TRYNA GET IT LIVE
BUCK UP PUSSY PICK A SIDE
FUCKING LOOK ME IN MY EYES
STOMP HIM OUT BEFORE HE DIE

CYA [PROD. NEZIAH1K]

LYRICS:

I BEEN FUCKIN' MY WHOLE LIFE UP
BUT CLEARLY NOT DOIN' ENOUGH
AIN'T NO JOKE WHEN I ASK YOU TO KILL ME
KILL ME

I AIN'T BUILT FOR THIS
I'M TRYNA DIE YOUNG COME KILL ME SHIT
I AIN'T DEAD YET
WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
EVERYBODY SAY THEY WANT SOME NOW THEY ALL GONE

NO I NEVER CARED 'BOUT THE SCENE BITCH I DO THIS FOR ME
HALF OF MY BEST SHIT, STILL FUCKING PRIVATE
THIS SHIT MAKE YOU WORK AND DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE IT
YOU 'GON DIE FASTER THE MORE THAT YOU FIGHT IT

THAT AIN'T YOUR SONG CAUSE WE KNOW YOU AIN'T WRITE IT
IT'S PROLLY BEST IF YOU SIT THIS ONE OUT
YOU JUST UPSET CAUSE YOUR FRIENDS PLAYIN' MY SHIT
I DON'T TRUST ANYTHING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH
YOU BOUTTA TALK YOURSELF INTO THE GROUND
I HOPE YOU WATCH WHAT YOU TALKIN' ABOUT
YOU ONLY HERE CAUSE WE FUCKIN' ALLOWED IT
YOU NEEDA QUIT IT'S NO WORKIN' AROUND IT

BIV:

ALL DAY, IT'S OKAY
YOU JUST FLEX MONEY AND PAIN
SHE WAS ALWAYS KEEN ON MY OLD WAYS
EVERY CHANCE PAID I WON'T DIE IN THIS PLACE
CARRY MYSELF NO I DON'T FEEL THE SAME
CAN'T STAND YOUR FACE NO I DON'T FEEL SAFE
GROWN TALK, THAT'S A LIFE YOU JUST PRAISE
GROWN TALK, THAT'S A LIFE YOU JUST

MY FLESH GETTIN' CAVED
LEAVE ME SOME SPACE
I'M THE BLAME WHAT SHE SAY
THIS GONNA END ON THE WAY

VOICES CREEPIN' ALL THESE FUCKAS LEANIN'
THEY THE CAUSE OF ALL THEY BUDGET DEMONS
RUN AND RUN THESE PUSSIES RUN FROM DEALIN'
RUN AND RUN THESE PUSSIES RUN FROM FEELIN'

BLCKK:

I BEEN FUCKIN' MY WHOLE LIFE UP
BUT CLEARLY NOT DOIN' ENOUGH
AIN'T NO JOKE WHEN I ASK YOU TO KILL ME
KILL ME

SELF HARM (FEAT. BIV)

LYRICS:

BITCH I WISH I COULD KILL 'EM ALL
I WISH I COULD PUT SOME BODIES IN THE STREETS BROUGHT MY GUN TO THE FUCKING MALL
BITCH I'M TRYNA CONVINCE ALL THESE PUSSIES TO MEET
DEAD 'EM ALL
GIVE A FUCK IF YOU LET 'EM OFF
EITHER WAY I DONE SET IT OFF
BITCH I, BITCH I, BITCH I, BET

AIN'T NOBODY TRYNA GET ONES WITH ME
Y'ALL RATHER EMPTY A CLIP
PUSSY I PROMISE I'M PUTTIN' YOU UNDER ME
BITCH YOU AIN'T SHIT BUT A SON TO ME
SHE HATE ME BUT PROLLY' 'GON RUN TO ME
I BEEN TELLIN' NATE TO BRING THE GUN TO ME
IF I'M HANDLIN' SHIT MAKE IT FUN TO ME
IF YOU TALK TO THEM PEOPLE YOU DONE TO ME

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
PROLLY' BEST IF YOU KEEPIN' THAT FUCK SHIT WAY OVER THERE

FUCK UP THE WHOLE MOOD
EVERYBODY 'GON DIP WHEN YOU WALK THROUGH
SAID HE BOUGHT HIM A GUN HE GON' NEED TO
DOUBLE DOWN ON THAT SHIT PLUS A VEST TOO
I'M KILL EVERYBODY YOU TALK TO
WE 'GON FUCK AROUND AND WHITE CHALK YOU
AND WE AIM DIRECTLY AT THE COPS TOO
FUCK A THIRD VERSE AND PUSSY FUCK YOU

BITCH I WISH I COULD KILL 'EM ALL
I WISH I COULD PUT SOME BODIES IN THE STREETS BROUGHT MY GUN TO THE FUCKING MALL
BITCH I'M TRYNA CONVINCE ALL THESE PUSSIES TO MEET
DEAD 'EM ALL
GIVE A FUCK IF YOU LET 'EM OFF
EITHER WAY I DONE SET IT OFF
BITCH I, BITCH I, BITCH I, BET

NEED 2 [PROD. 6IX FEET]

LYRICS:

BACK OUT
I SHOT THE BACK OUT
AIR IT OUT
THEN WE THREW THE PACK OUT
FUCK IT
SHUT THE FUCK UP
I CAN'T HAVE NO INFORMANT
GET THEM GUNS UP
TURN THAT CRIB TO AN ORPHANAGE 

WHAT Y'ALL KNOW 'BOUT THAT
WHAT'S IN THE BAG
I NEED IT ALL BITCH
WHAT YOU THINK OF ME NOW BITCH
I AIN'T PICK UP NO CALLS BITCH

WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU YOU GET AN OPINION
IF HE EVER DIE MOTHERFUCKER I DID IT
I PUT LIFE ON THE TABLE FOR THIS SHIT
WE 'GON LIGHT UP YA' KIDS BITCH
I MAKE A POINT JUST TO WIPE OFF THE MAP
IF ANYONE PRAY FOR YOU BITCH IMA KILL 'EM
AIN'T NO RELIGION 'GON FIX WHAT YOU DID IMA UP WHAT I GOT LET IT BARK AT YOU PUSSY UH

BIV:

NEW BITCH, LET IN
TOLL ON MY MENTAL SHE DEAD IT
CAN'T EVEN PICTURE THE SECTION
PAPER GET PASSED, TESTIN'
HEAD IN
YOU AIN'T 'GON SEE ME FOR LESSONS
I AIN'T THE ONE YOU SHOULD MENTION
YOU TAKE A SHOT IT GO MISSIN'

WHO TOLD THE PUSSY TO TALK?
ONLY 'GON BARK WHEN IT'S DARK
I END YOUR SHIT BEFORE IT START
NO USE IN PLAYIN' YOUR PART
MY BITCH SHE TOLD ME SHE LOVE ME,
BUT SHE WATCH ME FALLIN' APART
MY BITCH SHE TOLD ME SHE LOVE ME,
BUT SHE WATCH ME FALLIN' APART

BLCKK:

BACK OUT
I SHOT THE BACK OUT
AIR IT OUT
THEN WE THREW THE PACK OUT
FUCK IT
SHUT THE FUCK UP
I CAN'T HAVE NO INFORMANT
GET THEM GUNS UP
TURN THAT CRIB TO AN ORPHANAGE

IF HE DIE, I DID IT (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. KILLJAMES]

LYRICS:

GOD, DAMN
IT'S BEEN, HOW, LONG
SINCE I, GAVE, UP
SINCE I, BEEN THIS WAY
GOD, DAMN
IT'S BEEN, HOW, LONG
SINCE I, GAVE, UP
SINCE I, BEEN THIS WAY

YOU DRIVE ME FUCKING INSANE
SHIT I NEEDA GET BACK IN MY LANE
FUCK PLAYING THE GAME IT'S TOO PASSIVE

AND WHEN I SEE YOU IN PERSON THIS SHIT GET ACTIVE
SWITCH THE TOPIC I'M BACK UP ON EVERYTHING
THINK I'M DONE BUT MY BITCH WANT A WEDDING RING
HOW THE FUCK I'M SUPPOSED TO BE PART OF THIS, BITCH YOU KNOW WE AIN'T THE SAME

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO
LOOK WHAT YOU TURNED ME INTO
LOOK WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH
BITCH I AIN'T NEVER FORGIVE YOU
BITCH IT'S GOING ONE OF TWO WAYS
AND BITCH I'LL NEVER EVER BE A SLAVE
AND WE COULD TALK ALL DAY
BUT PUSSY AIN'T SHIT CHANGED

GOD, DAMN
IT'S BEEN, HOW, LONG
SINCE I, GAVE, UP
SINCE I, BEEN THIS WAY
GOD, DAMN
IT'S BEEN, HOW, LONG
SINCE I, GAVE, UP
SINCE I, BEEN THIS WAY

I DID SOME SHIT I AIN'T PROUD OF
LEAST I AIN'T YOU
IF I PULLED THE SHIT THAT YOU DOIN'
GUESS WHO HATES WHO
OH Y'ALL THINK YOU KNOW ME NOW
THINK YOU GOT THIS SHIT FIGURED OUT
HOW THE FUCK Y'ALL 'GON CLAIM YOU GOT SHIT FIGURED OUT 'BOUT ME BITCH I DON'T KNOW MYSELF

ACTIVE [PROD. 6IX FEET]

LYRICS:

FUCK THAT,
DIE YOUNG WHERE THE REST AT
SEND IT THROUGH THE FUCKING HELLCAT
MASK UP PUSSY ALL BLACK
HEARD YOU PUT A FUCKIN' BAG ON ME
AIN'T NOBODY KILLED ME YET
ALL YOU FUCKIN' LOOK THE SAME TO ME
BITCH YOU AIN'T WHAT YOU CLAIM TO BE

I DON'T DO PAPER WITH PUSSIES
I'D BE DEAD IF I AIN'T IN A HOODIE BUT LOOK WHERE THE PAIN BOUTTA PUT ME
FUCK A CHECK IF IMA DIE WIT IT
IMA KILL EM' OUTSIDE WIT IT
BEEN READY COME TRY ME BITCH
CALL FLEX HE GON' SLIDE WIT IT
YOU ALL BITCH MADE DIE LIL' BITCH

I AIN'T BOUTTA PAY SHIT
IMA FUCK IT UP TILL I MADE IT
GIVE A FUCK WHO YOU SAID THAT YOU CAME WIT
ALL THE BLOOD SPILL WHEN I CAME IN

GOT MY OWN BLOOD IN MY MANAGEMENT
I KILL EM' ALL 'FOR I SETTLE SHIT
PUT ME THROUGH HELL, WHAT I DID WITH IT
WHAT I DID WITH IT

FUCK THAT,
DIE YOUNG WHERE THE REST AT
SEND IT THROUGH THE FUCKING HELLCAT
MASK UP PUSSY ALL BLACK
HEARD YOU PUT A FUCKIN' BAG ON ME
AIN'T NOBODY KILLED ME YET
ALL YOU FUCKIN' LOOK THE SAME TO ME
BITCH YOU AIN'T WHAT YOU CLAIM TO BE
X2

HELLCAT [PROD. KILLJAMES]

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