FLIP FEAT. BIV [PROD. GRIN]

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. SANPERSEUS

LYRICS:

BLCKK:

WAKE THE FUCK UP, YEAH
WHAT THE FUCK'S UP. YEAH
ON MY SHIT
OUTSIDE ON SOME OTHER SHIT
I JUST GOT MY MONEY IN
X2

MURDER SHIT
LOOK WHAT'S IN MY POCKET BITCH
FOUND OUT WHERE THE PROBLEM IS
HAD MY PEOPLE HANDLE IT
FUCK YOU FUCK Y'ALL CHILDREN BITCH
I KEEP DREAMIN' BULLET SHIT
I COULD GET Y'ALL RIBS SPLIT
FUCK Y'ALL FUCKING EVERYTHING

SINCE I WAS FIFTEEN I NOTICED Y'ALL TOO FUCKED UP TO STAY FOCUSED
I HOPE THAT BITCH OD AND GO TO HELL, I WISH YOU WELL
PUT Y'ALL HANDS ON ME BITCH
I BET I DIE 'FOR I SWITCH
Y'ALL RIP MY SHIT 'CAUSE YOU NEED IT I STOMP THE FUCK OUT Y'ALL NIECES

BEAMY:

ALL THIS SHIT A JOKE
X4

ALL THE KIDS ON COKE
FENTY POWDER, HENNY, HOW WE DO IT
KILLIN' OFF A GENERATION NOTHING BUT INFLUENCE

SEVENTEEN, INSEMINATED FROM THE POKIN, GOTTA RIP YOU OPEN
AIN'T NO JOKIN', KILL YOURSELF ALONE ALL OVER THE SHIT YOU POSTED
WE GOERS, RAPPERS EATIN', OVERFLOWING NEVER FIX THEY HEAD
YOU GOT WHAT YOU PAID AND IT AIN'T NO HOPE LEFT FOR THE BITCH YOU WRECKED

EVERYBODY HATE ON THE GANG 'CAUSE THEY JUST WANNA BE LIKE US
BITCH I'M 'BOUTTA BUSS I JUST FUCK MY BITCH RIGHT I DON'T GOT NO CRUSH
I AIN'T 'NUN LIKE ALL THESE JUNKIES GET MY SLEEP 'FOR THE SUN COME UP
SPIDER GANG THE GANG, WE DON'T GANGBANG BUT STILL FINNA FUCK 'SUM UP

BLCKK:

WAKE THE FUCK UP, YEAH
WHAT THE FUCK'S UP. YEAH
ON MY SHIT
OUTSIDE ON SOME OTHER SHIT
I JUST GOT MY MONEY IN
X2

ANTHEM FEAT. BRUHMANEGOD

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MENACE(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

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)

PROD. @ssjcxrpse

DON'T DIE WITH REGRETS
DON'T DIE WITHOUT MAKING YOUR AMENDS

LOSE CONTROL OF MY MIND

I'M SO THANKFUL TO STILL BE ALIVE AFTER ALL THIS TIME
LIFE FINALLY ON TRACK NOW
AFTER ALL I ACT OUT
AFTER ALL MY CRAP I KNOW I CAN'T TAKE BACK NOW
I'MA MAKE EM ALL FEEL THE BURN
I'MA BURN AWAY ALL I'VE EARNED
I DON'T KNOW WHY ANYONE LIKES ME
PEOPLE ALWAYS PLAYING GAMES TO SPITE ME
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I DID ENOUGH FOR THEM
IT NEVER WAS NO GIVEN UP ATTEMPT
I ALWAYS BE FORGETTING WHAT I AM
I'LL ALWAYS BE LIVING WITH MY SINS
AND I WILL STILL TRY
I'LL STILL TRY

LOSE CONTROL OF MY MIND

THE END (PROD. CXRPSE)

everyday i do the most
i step over any foes
what you really do it for?
doing shows coast to coast

still i cant believe it
i cant believe it
im doing what i want
slam the door when you leaving
ill give you a reason
still hurting i cant front

i still wake
up everyday feeling dumb
validation never mattered
cuz my brain still numb
i remember 2016
this shit was still fun
pour my heart out on the stage
when the 808 thump

then the clout came
and nobody gave a fuck
after money, competition
aint nobody showing love
yo favorite rappers aint friends
they just do it for the buzz
aint nobody keep it real
theres nobody i cant trust

and thats a fact
i dont even really wanna rap
if i was conceited where my 
accolades at?
calling up my dogs so they attack
i feel like syringe, heart attack, gimme that

i been so jaded
but im happy that i made it
any nigga that would hate it
only mad i be chasing
that bag
they hate it cuz theyd
rather spend the rack
on the raf
i eat a rapper up
and spit the bape
in the trash
then i kill the track
crowd saying run it back
i never really asked
for all the shit that i have

NUMB, STILL(PROD.RACCONZ)

SHOUTOUT ICP

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

Think before I speak, uh huh
No practice ‘fore I preach, uh huh
Ion stream, I’m bumping leaks, uh huh
I’m geeked up in my seat
I’m up all night, I’m up all week, uh huh
Your sleep is for the weak, uh huh
Blue light come out my screen, uh huh
I post before I eat, uh huh

Like bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit in me
Life too short for misery
Living on my twitter feed
I’m dmt and ketamine
Serotonin, dopamine
There really is no hope for me
But ain’t that how it’s supposed to be
The algorithm’s broken me
That’s all I got
These thoughts don’t do nothing but just stir inside the pot
Too many opinions, they just bring my brain rot
Eggs all in a basket, eventually become a
Bird brain

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

bird brain (prod. shaggy the airhead of ICP)

@jamesgorczyca1

PART 1: VOMIT

PART 2: ASSIMILATE

PART 3: DERAIL

2023 rap (co-prod. JAMES GORCZYCA)

Juul

FACE DEATH

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