not my music, just tired of trying to listen to it on datpiff

credit goes to TreejayTV where ever u are <3

Sour Hour

Mac Miller - Blunt Of My Mind (prod. Soul Theory)

(prod. LethalNeedle)
lyrics-

[intro: noa chrysanthemum akers]
you’re so cute

[verse 1: jinx] 
he loves the grave yards, yeah, he loves the ghosts 
find me smoking on a blunt posted up by the coast
when I try to think bout somebody doin the most 
nah there ain’t nobody like me and i don’t mean to boast 

i’m posting feels like all y’all do 
i feel like breaking this streak, might end up on the fuckin’ news 
who would’ve knew 
who would’ve knew?
I’d end up so broken tryna look for some, something new 
step in my shoes, and all you’ll see
trauma, struggle, hard times, 
now what the fuck’s your excuse
all this bullshit never stopping someone like me 
all the good shit in ur life, what hells stopping you 

like glue to shit, man I’m too good to quit
no, you can’t match my wit 
come find me, I’m off the grid 
i ain’t a gangster but i got the iron, billy the kid
and how the fuck you gonna find me if i like staying hid
i’m thinking of selling my soul to the highest bidder 
when i start making this money don’t you go get bitter 
find the good in the bad like a twisted transistor 
i’m a black sheep, i’m the runt of the mufuckin’ litter 
already told you,, 

yeah i’m doin the most,
nah, it ain’t nobody like me, 
man, i don’t mean to boast
yeah i’m smokin on a blunt
and posted up by the ghosts,
(BOP)
doin’ the most

[verse 2: beenz]
dead of night, i break into ya house and bust ya door in
if you ain’t gotta nun nice to say then shut the door bitch
flippin packs up out the school, im passing 
 courses
my boys spittin real game you spittin’ nun but whore shit
they tryna get into it, i tole’um ta hold they horses 
stackin’ up the bodies, uh- issa mountain of corpses
if i made ‘em feel some type of way, mission accomplished 
my homies makin’ shit that’s unfinished, we better than your shit

i hit ‘em with that voodoo jinx, 
they feelin’ sick about it,
quick, gotta sprint to the sink,
but not to drink up out it
tf wrong with manslaughter?
it’s like they disallowed it 
gotta go, got nowhere to go,
no time to think about it
hop in my spaceship, 
glide to my dayshift
i been writing rhymes all day, 
tryna create shit
woke up, ima god today, alanis morissette 
rappin onna shoestring budget, i flex my talent
cappin that he better than me, ain’t got a album
he ain’t got no songs out, maybe he wilin 
i been splitting mushroom bars with the homies, 
you put yourself inna bar with some homos
why you set the bar so low? reach for the stars
all i ever wanted from life— to spit bars
i was never concerned with the money or the cars
chiefin’ smoke with chief so, i’m smoking with a star
driving real far with a cigar in the car
all i ever needed was a bitch that play guitar 
you want beef? get in line, i’ll be at the registrar 
i, (pbbt) can’t, (pbbt) hear what you say, 
you must be at rock bottom, i was top of the bay
you can hear the bed rockin’, im on top of your bae
shit won’t ever stop— until im top of the rank 
blind to the bullshit like i’m anne frank 
or i’m helen keler ima kill ‘em either way, 
(BOP-BOP-BOP-BOP-BOP)
to ya god damn brain
stole ya shit, hit a stain, left a stain on the pave
chop his damn body up, so heon gotta grave
cradle to the grave, he was always bitchmade
cradle to the grave, he was always bitchmade
i said cradle to the grave, the boi was bitchmade,…. BOP

to the grave ft. jinx

Blunt Of My Mind

MILLION DOLLAR BABY

MILLION DOLLAR BABY (VHS)

Pro Open (with BabyTron)

Og Fiji

Cousin Stizz - MONDA

Twitter/IG: @CousinStizz
Produced by Lil Rich

Executive producers: Cousin Stizz, Tim Larew, Ian Goodwin, Roy Fontaine, Kenny Johnson

Mixed by Sparemonkey Studio
Mastered by Chris Athens

to the grave ft. jinx

beenz | @big.beenz

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