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where did i go
i miss the version of myself that i know
back before i gave a fuck if i’d grow
when it didnt mean a thing if i would blow

every single day im feeling cold now
it didnt mean a thing to me when i went and i broke down
tryna visit home but that shits a fucking ghost town
think i need some therapy but i dont even know how

people see me as an opportunity now
but i want you to go away
theres no escape
right now i wanna blow my brains
im full of pain
and i know that its never gonna be the same

so tell if youll stay
tell me if you love me or you wanna get away
because i got the feeling ima be the one you hate
because i got the feeling ima be the one you hate

[hook]

im getting tired of being tired in my head
i dont wanna wake up then i wish that i was dead
all these years feeling so bitter and upset
it wouldnt be shocking if everybody i know left

ill never felt how i did
ill never feel that way again
because im just a person
and now i live with my sins

[hook] x2

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WHERE DID I GO(PROD.WENDIGO)

song teased on his discord
all credit goes to fl.vco
ily
cover art goes to heptaknot

Poopu Chauncey

@BLCKK
@jamesgorczyca1
Lyrics:
i been up late
uh
only thing i think about is my death
if he wan talk we gon put him to rest
i got a tattoo
in arabic
it say mercy
and its on my chest
this aint no bb gun shoot through the vest
my bitch look at me and say im the best
uh
shoutout to james 
because we in texas
been making more money
i been acting reckless
i hop in the plane and we bombing the nexus
fight you with both hands im ambidextrous
like blckk said
he shouldve killed me the second he wanted me dead
i got a reticle thats on my head
feel like a target while lying in bed
dont like niggas that wanna ride my dick
not afraid not gonna hide my shit
wake the fuck up wanna slice my wrist
i wanna see blood when i swing my fist
dont need a gun
pussy im equipped
like ben 10 i got the omnitrix
slim jesus drill time when i see that bitch
we flatten his body and then we up and dip

MERCY W/BLCKK(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

PROD. SKOTSKR

LYRICS: 

CAN'T FORGET MY EIGHTY PROOF BEFORE I LEAVE THE CRIB
KILL MY DAY ONE BROTHER 'FOR I TELL THEM WHAT I DID
I JUST TOOK MY MONEY GOT THE FUCK UP OUT THE GRID
WOKE UP ON MY FLOOR I PULLED UP IN THE SAME FIT

DEAD POLITICIANS IN MY POCKET YEAH BITCH
REALLY ALL I'M TRIPPIN' ON IS FUCKING GETTIN' RICH
BACK ON ALL MY BULLSHIT, RIGHT BACK WHERE I STARTED AT
Y'ALL JUST TOOK MY SHIT I'M RIGHT OUTSIDE I FUCKING WANT IT BACK

BEAT Y'ALL BITCH, TEN FOLD
SEND MY TAPE TO ALL THEM FAGGOTS
THEY DON'T LIKE ME VERY MUCH I PICKED THAT UP
TOO BAD I NEVER GAVE A FUCK
THAT'S WHY I'M THE ONE THAT'S FUCKING GETTIN' UP
BITCH I BET' NOT HEAR YOU PLAY MY SHIT AT ALL

I SEEN Y'ALL MESSAGES, THAT'S FUNNY RIGHT
'CAUSE THIS EXACTLY HOW YOU END UP DEAD
I PUT LIKE 50 IN Y'ALL FUCKING HEAD
AND ONCE I FIND OUT 'BOUT Y'ALL FRIENDS I DO THAT SHIT AGAIN

MUSIC VIDEO

EIGHTY PROOF

GET UP !

ALL PLATFORMS

GET UP ! (PROD. VEINN)

Art by @sammyfendi via IG

Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by TRIPLE777

LYRICS:

Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
The matrix treats us all like mental patients no bitch I got no patience we all under surveillance,
The CIA tryna make us all complacent the NSA gets paid and then all our taxes get taken,
They keep you spiritually shaken,
Jesus Christ is the only way to salvation,
Hacking into life I’m Patrick Bateman,
This a break through psychiatric break in,
3rd eye open manifest high fashion,
3rd eye showin that I best take action,
I’ll die knowin god blessed my passion,
I’m open to it all that’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
Check it,
Feel my energy a Motha fuckin beacon 
a vessel of god you can feel it when I’m speakin,
I would never give it up to any of these demons 
Ima make em fall and I ain’t talking that season,
You fuckin punk bitch,
Who the fuck you think you playin with you dumb bitch,
I hope that sunk in,
I be really livin everything you bumpin,
Recently I had to watch my back myself,
And reassure everything that’s whack I felt,
Sorry not, (NOT SORRY) sorry to the hell,
They was tryna keep me all up inside of a cell,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction.

SORRY, NOT SORRY

SORRY

The Thin Grey Line

WOAH [PROD. TEENAGE DISASTER]

FROM THE BAY TO BRAZIL
SHOUTOUT OUR BOY EF

WE DOIN' FINE (PROD. EF)

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]

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]

SORRY I FORGOT TO PUT IT ON SOUNDCLOUD, BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

bitch not taking none from me again
ay come get it in
fuck round let you find out where i been
what’s up bitch i pick up where i started at
if i let you forget i must be dead and can’t come get it back

mask up on my wallpaper
fah fah
MPH gon match the fucking BPM
somebody don’t die tonight inside this whip nobody win
somebody gon try tonight that’s fine i think im ready, spin

i feel great, bitch, danny towers
we gon fuck that vigil up just tell em ship the flowers
6AM im tweaking out i been on different powders
i mix everything i do come find out if im bout it
x2

im not with nobody bitch
i cut off them people, find out what the problem is
bitch i up my ABV before i talk to anybody
you don’t keep none round the crib that’s cool, bitch i got it on me
and i got no love left,
my life been enough bet,
still up on that subject,
it won’t be no suspect
i go out by me,
for i let y’all fucking take me there
pussy i pack grief
why the fuck would i keep playing fair

i feel great, bitch, danny towers
we gon fuck that vigil up just tell em ship the flowers
6AM im tweaking out i been on different powders
i mix everything i do come find out if im bout it
x2

DANNY TOWERS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF NOT IN THE FLESH, BUT THE SOUL. WHEN ANGELS CRY KIDS DIE AND THE WORLD AS YOU KNOW IT IS MOLTEN, THE ONLY THING THAT REMAINS WITHIN YOUR HOLLOW RIB CAGE IS HEART. #MAINCOLLECTION

WOAH [PROD. TEENAGE DISASTER]

BLCKK

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