OPTICS

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]

LYRICS:

Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet
Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet

I ain’t felt like this in a minute,
I got stress in my body that probably kill anybody still walk out ten
Shit my eye been twitching for two weeks
I don’t trust nobody it’s all me
I been wishing I could cop a K and get rid of you bitch,
Y’all not gon pay me

Why the fuck would I talk to somebody?
Like it’s something I gain if I tell ‘em it’s pain that I probably just deal with ‘till I die
I been bleeding OD since birth,
Speed it up bitch y’all print that shirt
Don’t drop shit if I die that’s dirt,
Lock up the vault bitch let shit burn

Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet

We bought automatics just to keep the rent low
Who want me to use it bitch, let me know
We bought automatics just to keep the rent low
Who want me to use it bitch
Who want me to,
Who want me to

POSTHUMOUS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

davids interlude (prod. skotskr)

LYRICS:

We don’t got no option,
Bitch already fitted my optics
How the fuck I ain’t pop yet?
Kept checking my pockets
Couldnt-Couldnt pick another target
I ain’t even get the best part yet
Walked in got shit started
Run it till I get what I want
Stuff racks in the carpet bitch
Couldn’t buy more confidence
Let ‘em think that we forgot the shit,
Nah, fuck shit permanent
I remember where your family at,
Yeah bitch should’ve planned for that
And we around where you can’t be at
Pop through I got a plan for that

Shit,
Flash, pop, pop, pop, pop
Momma ain’t raise no bitch
Heard that talk, talk
Bitch I’m wired,
I wan’ off some
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Shit,
Flash, pop, pop, pop, pop
Momma ain’t raise no bitch
Heard that talk, talk
Bitch I’m wired,
I wan’ off some
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Park outside his crib and light the block up
Bitch I got my stocks up
Flip his fucking crib into a cemetary
They don’t got the chalk bro
I got time to spin again and spin again but not no time to talk though
Sip on something watch him die slow, 
If he knew what I know
Fuck his life up, get that yellow tape cut, stomp his body out
Pussy try something, bitch yeah run it, teach him watch his fucking mouth
Get the block jumping, got a mag dump it, bitch hit the crowd fuck it
He want war I love it, bet not run from it, bet not bet not run from it

OPTICS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

There’s mold in my brain
It’s more than I’ll take
I’ll call it all off
When I need a break

Over it,
Over it,
Over it,
Over it all
And I’ll fall through
I can’t hang on for you

And time won’t help you,
Heal faster baby I’m meant to
Fall
Why even try to fight me
I put it all behind me
And it all will

Fall, fall
Fall

fall. (prod. skotskr)

LYRICS:

Kick this shit up out my system I need sober days
I don’t need no fucking help and checking in been overplayed
Catching up on sleep I need like twenty something hundred days
Not no fucking break until I’m upping what I’m fucking paid

Put them habits down I’m not nobody you could recognize
I don’t go to war about this shit what kind of man am I
Keep my mouth shut before I keep a minute sanitized
I live with conditions waking up already paralyzed
I could count the minutes ‘till it’s time to put them plans through
Cut two hundred tracks then hold your breath until your hands blue
Stand on what you love until them motherfuckers blam you
Die with my respect and send a check up at my fam too

Kick this shit up out my system I need sober days
I don’t need no fucking help and checking in been overplayed
Catching up on sleep I need like twenty something hundred days
Not no fucking break until I’m upping what I’m fucking paid

I could do this shit better I stand on that,
Fuck you, put it on all them tracks
Beat ‘em outside ‘till twelve spin back
Keep shit running ‘till the phone get tapped,
I rig shit up if I had to bitch
Dig another grave not passive bitch
Fall back, threats not plastic bitch
Die about picking up traction bitch
I could die right here right now give you ten more years bet you still won’t catch up
Why the fuck would I stop this shit can’t copy this shit and I still won’t let up
You don’t like me it’s alright bitch bet up,
Check where you at I could get something set up
Fist work bitch ima keep going, get up
Fuck ‘em he dead and I still won’t let up

PLASTIC [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

I’ll crawl out of bed
I’ll wake up again
I wear it so well
I wear it so well

I’ll feel what I can
I’ll sell you a plan
I wear it so well
So well

Give it your life just wait on it
‘Till it’s already over, fading
Spend it all laid out staying in
Well it’s already what you made it

Nobody’s helping you up
You’ll never know if you won
Need every reason to run
It’s not about who you love

crawl. (prod. skotskr)

LYRICS:

Picture me rolling something in a blunt,
Open it up, pick apart what’s making up the guts
Pass it around, make sure everybody get it once
Tripping off of whoever bet I ever give it up
Stumbling out the front door, lacing up shoes
I got shit I gotta get done today I’m making the news
It’s a lot you probably hear about me, none of it’s true
‘Cause what they said isn’t enough pussy it’s worse, fuck you

Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money pussy the full amount
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account
Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money pussy the full amount
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account

I put down the static I don’t want it,
‘Cause if I go to jail I come out dumping out the cartridge
Hanging out the window yelling “fuck the whole game”
Let ‘em pull up at the crib and dot a fucking family name
Eulogies and twitter posts “they died too young”
Well blame it on who taught ‘em how to hold they fucking tongue
Shit that I invested in was built for popping lungs,
Tell ‘em jump, motherfucker jump, duck and fucking run

Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money pussy the full amount
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account
Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money pussy the full amount
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account

Scene been rotten from the inside out
I’m still fucking up the peace until we both dried out
I hated every fucking word that ever fell out they mouth
I wish you all the fucking worst could give a fuck what you ‘bout
Pussy die, tell ‘em die, don’t ever bring it outside
I’m fucking riled up I hope you try
This for every artist ever looked me in my eyes I see the bitch in you,
Bow, motherfucker die slow

CARTRIDGE [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

I been thinking that I need to make it just to keep breathing
Wishing I could cut another track, yeah while I’m sleeping
Everybody got they own opinion swear I’ll never need it
Why you hold yourself back, spend a lot of time just speaking

I feel betrayed it probably help me make some money though
So I’m not worried and you shouldn’t be, we let it go
I keep my personal business away from everyone 
But we could talk about how you think ima stay right here and fall apart,
That’s fine, tell me something I don’t know
That probably put me back exactly where I need to go
I can’t be there to pick up your part of the problem though
Tell you I love you and I mean it, don’t matter what’s between it
I hate that room and I hate everything it represent
That’s where I learned to understand they don’t want my consent
That’s where I learned no matter what you probably lose a friend
That’s where I learned ‘bout picking fades instead of made amends
I, made it farther than they thought I would
Nobody helped me but my brother could
I took for granted what I never should
I’m back on working ‘till my body buried six foot

I been thinking that I need to make it just to keep breathing
Wishing I could cut another track, yeah while I’m sleeping
Everybody got they own opinion swear I’ll never need it
Why you hold yourself back, spend a lot of time just speaking

This the one that represent the way it feel to pick a path,
Go down that for so long you don’t feel like you could make it back
Retrace every step you took and replay when you been attacked
Realize when you feel it you the one that probably made it that
Take nothing personal it hurt you more
You end up losing just ‘bout every war
Look up remember who you working for
Then get directly up and off the floor
I don’t plan on letting nobody down
I do everything just hoping I could make Matt proud
And I don’t care what happen, long as Jack still around
I slide back to Richmond make some bad decisions couple rounds I,
Been talking ‘bout the places I wanna go,
Taking david with me, drag him out to all of my shows
I bring every friend I got and never miss a fucking birthday,
‘Till then, every time I wake up it’s a work day

I been thinking that I need to make it just to keep breathing
Wishing I could cut another track, yeah while I’m sleeping
Everybody got they own opinion swear I’ll never need it
Why you hold yourself back, spend a lot of time just speaking

amend. (prod. skotskr)

LYRICS:

I woke up thinking I should roll over and die
Shit I been living gritting teeth I need what’s mine
Old phone got a couple gems in it, fuck is that?
Told somebody I was ‘bout to do this shit they fucking laughed
Fuck I told you ‘bout me?
I ain’t change a fucking thing
Still up getting drunk as fuck and throw my fucking life away
I ain’t quitting shit I’m picking cocaine up and lacing pills
Hope it pop my fucking heart, I heard smoking kills

Tell me who the fuck I’m supposed to call about this shit I got my,
Brain matter rotting I keep shaking ‘bout some shit I keep on,
Crying I can’t tell you why, waking up past fucking five,
I should kill this bottle, shake it off and take a fucking drive
Take somebody with me do some favors in this bitch
Wrap the fucking whip around a pole, could get me rich
Don’t nobody speak on what you did until you die
I’m not fucking up I’m cutting half up off the time

SMOKING KILLS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Tryna get rich then pick my issues back up I’m not tryna quit
Didn’t my best shit sound like I got fucked up shit I prolly did
What’s up with you? Ima keep running my mouth then buy myself a crib
Bitch I been knew, I’m supposed to be fucked up I’m my mommas kid
Try and tell me what the fuck I’m really supposed to talk about then we could die about it
Shit that’s written in my DNA could tell me why I never got to write about it
Why the fuck I couldn’t cry about it,
Why the fuck it’s all blood sweat and my liver taking all the hits ‘bout it

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

You don’t know who the fuck I am,
And don’t try and tell me what the fuck I’m really talking ‘bout,
And don’t try and act like you know better bitch,
I could finish shit, get shit wrapped up and I flip the script
Get them pages ripped, get them memories stripped I’m uh,
Not making them same mistakes again get what the fuck I want
Done feeling like shit ‘bout something I said I’m on my fucking job
You don’t gotta like shit ‘bout me it’s a lot of you people like I give a fuck
Motherfucker it’s up
Yeah

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

NOTHING [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

I got old friends tripping on shit they don’t know ‘bout
Go head piss on identity you don’t know shit ‘bout me
I know you probably flip on me
We don’t need no discussion I see what you talking ‘bout
Let ‘em burn you on word of mouth
I don’t stand with no pussy I step on them memories
I put holes in that energy you not the first motherfucker to fuck up the legacy

If I could I’d go back and rip all of them verses in half, fuck it I still might
I don’t know what you going through, 
Got you dragging this shit that we built through the fucking dirt
Me and you on a fucking shirt, boy I wish I could talk this shit out of your fucking head
This why I don’t got fucking friends,
Ay it kill me to hear what you feel ‘bout the way I am
I don’t want you to get this shit backwards,
I’m not no bitch what you fuck up the past for
Ay I wish I could tell you this shit didn’t hurt me,
You wouldn’t care if you heard me
Ay it’s fuck that now I don’t give a fuck
I keep shutting my mouth I should pick it up
I got people I love that you ripping up
Motherfucker I’m outside with it up

Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s, tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s, tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s not true
Tell me it’s, tell me it’s, tell me it’s

Check out how much you dead to me
Ay you fucked up, bet, I made a new enemy
All that shit that you fed to me
Better fah fah fah peace out ten of me
Bet it be what you let it be
Bitch I packed up every one of them memories
Pick a side I got energy
Bitch fah fah fah fah

IDENTITY [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Do you feel,
Like burning,
Somebody down

Do you feel, 
You deserve it?
You deserve it

Yeah, overworked I’m ‘bout to burn out again
Since October picking distance up
Honesty burn I don’t want it to end
Entertainment pay the bills I get it
Pick up the pen put your face on the internet
Cut the honesty nobody listening
Yeah, I should re-evaluate all the people I keep inside a circle show ‘em my evils,
These days people not people, huh?
Price of dying getting cheaper, huh?
Burn somebody just to push an agenda,
You can’t make mistakes they jump up and end you
Beat ‘em out the picture nobody listening

Nobody

october. (prod. skotskr)

LYRICS:

You’re leaving
And I’ll be here tomorrow
I mean it
I’ll remember

Come on,
Don’t tell me you’re fading already
Come on, 
I needed you so let me, stay

So patient,
I made it,
So hard for you
I waited,
And waited,
You haven’t been,
Through

It’s alright,
‘Cause somebody loves you
It’s alright
Somebody loves you

blur. (prod. blckk x skotskr)

LYRICS:

Um, Teenage Disaster, and, BLCKK
When you guys, make another song, 
Could, you make it maybe not like, not like mask
Because I wanted it to be more like, like you sing and
And, like you’re going through something

TEENAGE DISASTER:

My crib the motherfucking place to go
Let’s pop this shit then we could pull out the rollie
Drive that car we could crash it like we bought it
A credit card just to purchase narcotics like aw,
Come take a pic with me,
Yeah rich motherfucker ‘boutta D I E,
Yeah sick with the shit call the C.D.C.

BLCKK:

And we could both burn ‘bout it bitch B.T.D.

Yeah, bitch, two hundred on the freeway
Detour, I’m whipping up the beach bitch D-Day
I stopped giving a fuck when Thorne got four M’s
I’m in his checking account spending it for him
I couldn’t have picked a worse day off
I’m on a fifth of tequila spitting on four dead -siren sound effect? Idk how to include this-
Bitch, they’ll never give me awards so I,
Bought some shit that I can’t afford
Two guns, two cars, two vests, I request
Faggot ass rappers drop a motherfucking address
I don’t know who the fuck let you get in the practice
Somebody send him a shot ima see if he catch it
Mixing chemicals bitch I’m active
Keep it steady that shit reactive
Send him to heaven if he unwrap it, bow
Bitch yeah, send him a package

TEENAGE DISASTER:

My crib the motherfucking place to go
Let’s pop this shit then we could pull out the rollie
Drive that car we could crash it like we bought it
A credit card just to purchase narcotics like aw,
Come take a pic with me,
Yeah rich motherfucker ‘boutta D I E,
Yeah sick with the shit call the C.D.C.

BLCKK:

And we could both burn ‘bout it bitch B.T.D.

MY CRIB W/ TEENAGE DISASTER [PROD. SKOTSKR]

@cult-international

produced by me if not otherwise stated