Why you have to go do it?
Speak it like you been through it
Tryna make me go stupid
Talk down to me like i'm too foolish
Like i'm too foolish
Why you have to go do it?
Speak it like you been through it
Tryna make me go stupid
Talk down to me like i'm too foolish
Like i'm too foolish

I'm just noticing the way you walk about,
Hide around, fuckas hide around,
You talkin gospel,
But they'd rather listen to some fuckin hand me down,
Never living what they speakin about,
And not the usual violence,
It's false profits and false promise,
To be honest I pad lock it,
Rather swallow the 30 than jump into your moshpit,
You just a kid that ain't shit,
You giving nothing but your nonsense

So faithful, they prayin for stable
Dashing for labels
Livin for fables, and tales of the grateful
Lookin for a seat at the table
But don't wanna deal with the struggle for the break through
Hope you know i fucking hate you
I hope the world don't fucking bait you
And you just think that time is gonna save you

This shit ain't bout you bitch
Better tuck a lip before i finna bust it in
You fuckin pricks led my mans to this
Now you wanna act like mental been the first thing on your list
You selfish, he dealt with
All the times he's helping
The people never accept him
Only just expect him
To be some perfect blessin

His last thoughts was probably about is mama's smile
And all those times she talked him down for miles
Thought about his friends and the laughs he kept filed
Won't be around for his sister, or her first child
Worst of all he adding more bodies to his daddy's pile
All this death in the family, his pops his going wild
His mama only sleep inside room, repeating his vinyl
Looking up to the ceiling, while the air leaving my person

I said 'fuck that'
Rope burning when i cut it off my lungs, trapped
Coughing, exhaustion, feeling where my heart at
I'm still beating, still kickin, i'm still breathing, i want life, want power, i want seasons, i want nights, i want reason, see all the blessings that i have and ain't no more needed
Ain't no more needed

Life Treatment

prod chemical bond
some random freestyle shit 

[lyrics]

yeah, pull up on go at the red light
me and my bros will get it done
better know i keep a tool tight
i thought i told you im not the one
me and the gang out all night
what we did cant be undone
we spin around every op town till we see the light from the sun
run, run, run, run, run yeah thats that shit that makes it fun
i aint really into making friends so you know i gotta keep a gun
bitch im way too high i put some purple in my cup
think i boutta fly, no i cant get enough

yeah, im a junkie for yall entertainment 
and im shy so im always sedated 
and i really dont know if ill make it
sumn different the devil was saying 
idk whats in the plan
i know all the haters are fans 
no i cannot trust yo goofy ass, prolly hang with the feds
burnt out, idk whats left for me in life
everydays a hassle for me just to stay alive
cutting ties, thought that i was in safe place but its darker now
i dont spend a day sober, man it aint working out

i aint getting shit done with these gray clouds
getting hard to function i dont wanna let em down
let em down x3

no one safe i told you that
day ones try to hold you back
yeah they talk they shit but i just sit back and i count my racks
yall so trash, mask up in the whip and catch the ones who lack
all my bros metallica we rockout then we fade to black

pull up on go at the red light
me and my bros will get it done
better know i keep a tool tight
i thought i told you im not the one
me and the gang out all night
what we did cant be undone
we spin around every op town till we see the light from the sun
run, run, run, run, run yeah thats that shit that makes it fun
i aint really into making friends so you know i gotta keep a gun
bitch im way too high i put some purple in my cup
think i boutta fly, no i cant get enough

lxxiv - aint into making friends [lyrics in desc.]

prod ??

too sick with it/ 
I ain’t satisfied till every noose has a muhfuckin neck in it/
don’t know how to feel, after popping these pills , lx aint even real, always stay hidden/
checked out from the drugs in my mind what I do this time, I don’t know?
blinds close quick when I go roam/
hold that stick my waist all chrome/
blacked out whips slide by yo home/
solar eclipse when the fye hits your dome/
go off the grid cause I’m tracking yo phone or forever be scarred i wont do it alone/

Tommy guns make em run like Capone/
mafia shit my crew full of unknowns/
in the dirt I left a pile of bones/
on the trees I left some blood for the crows/

fantasize about the murder tactics/
hit squad got em doing backflips/
put that muhfucka in a casket/
keep the strap safe in the mattress/
fuck 12 we get real active/
in the bank take em all captive/
hoodied up they aint know what happend/
ghosts came through and caused havok bitch/

STREAM

TOO SICK

PRODUCED AND WRITTEN BY ME

MIX AND MASTERED BY VAN LAWSON

(LYRICS)

I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something 

Yeah, got this thing where I'm stuck feeling breathless
Thinking bout my past how I could of had the leverage
Tried to stop all of this shit but I was baby stepping
Feel like Mel yeah huh huh Lethal Weapon
Feel like I lost everything that I cared about 
Everybody asking me how you feeling now
I've been standing on my shit feet on the ground
Growing up now realised somethings wrong

I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something 

I'm still the same prick, still dangerous
still angry at the shit I was dealt with
Feeling anxious, still faithless
I've been thinking is it really worth changing
I just wanna tell my mama that I made it
Give her a better life, man fuck the savings
At my best when all said and done
In the back of my mind something is wrong

I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
Growing older now something aint feeling right
Growing older now something aint feeling right
Growing older now something aint feeling right
Growing up there's something wrong

Somethings Wrong

prod. VEINN & CASTLECORPS

Lyrics:

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

Neck yourself
Making me laugh you think a vest will help
Hahaha
Might wanna check yourself
Like you was putting something Nike on
One call green light and we get 'em gone
Mason Margiela sweater stepping in some Louboutins
Its umbrella weather waiting for the slip and fall

(But wait, there's more)

I'm the best it's irrefutable
Pressure point squeezing your cuticle
I got you inside the palm of my hand
Blick take you to prom it want you to dance
Rubber wrapped around my dozens of bands
I'm up
None of you got any fans you suck
I mean ones that are real
You got IG followers but not any skill
That's why i gap y'all
Add an E i'm thick as hell (gape)
New gap I just hit it and it fucking swelled
I'm an attack dog back off
Hit you with the chopper like a blackhawk
Ass off what I had to work
I'm boutta blast off like im off of earth
And I just laugh all day at you ants
Peons
Know that y'all tryna jack what I be on
Laser came with the stick it's neon
The only thought in my head that keeps going is-

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

2025

2025 (feat. NIKKO)

A serpent thats speaking in tongues, slithering
Why are you flexing fake guns? Interesting 
Black out my body no nun, invisible
Black like the resin, my lungs need medical
Criminal, cycles of torment perpetual
Moving up surgery schedules
Scalpel and forceps professional, technically technical, tec-9 new funeral, different colored xanax it’s beautiful, anything numbing is suitable, new day, same pain, im miserable
Last bar had too many syllables, rewrote to come out more cynical, save face is something Ill never do, who the fuck you think you better than? Who
Dont bump ya gums ill dump my guns, you pumping nun, whole body numb
Ill stomp your son, you meet the drum, you fucking bum, Im one of one
Ill puncture lungs from blowing tons of OG Skunk through fucking blunts
Whys there so much punk bitches underground all you do is front?
Whats shaking? Hit pavement not minding your business
Fuck all the settling differences
All that i want is my version of Icarus 
Misfortune lets torture the innocent
Cross me you get put up on a T not talking bout no shirt
Lately I’ve been locked in on some nasty human butcher work
Headed to my favorite place to bag a brain, display the hurt
Posted like its GTA with RPGs outside the church
Learn
From all the bridges you burned, dispersed in the back of a hearse
You wanna be clever get body parts severed, get put in earth with the worms
This is the sermon
Im barely seen a person, I know that it really could worsen
Live with no purpose, Im worthless, the way that this ends up just send in the nurses 
Please dont resuscitate, please dont reverse this
Swerving the hearse Ill succumb to my curses
Lurk in the night wrap my mind with a turban

Somethings Wrong

BUD