Lyrics: 

(I'm from the)
(I'm from the)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)

Bitch I'm the Fallen One
You know me, I'm the Chosen One
Left you dripping on the streets
Now we're back to get the rest of y'all (Rraah, rraah, rraah)
G-L-O-C-K 19
This beauty is brand new (Bitch)
Yeah you better stop laughing
Cause tonight you ain't coming home (Ain't coming home)
I got that 12 gauge bitch
KAIBA's strapped with a choppa hoe
Blood is flossing down the streets
Tonight Azrael got a lot to do
Riding on an OC bitch
That 80 is too strong for you
You hear those trumpets playing
When we step into your fucking town (Rraah)

(Fuck)
I don't fuck with your lame shit (Rraah)
I don't rock with your trash bitch (Gang) (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck about your fame bitch (Yeah)
I'm getting stupid rich, I'm on my lane bitch (You gon')
You gon' overdose, you mad dog (You're loosing)
You fuck yourself, please kill yourself brother (Let's close it)
I'm the chosen one, you dead, huh (Let's do it)
Get out my way, I kill your fam, huh (Bitch)

(I'm from the)
(I'm from the)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)
(I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped)
(Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map)
(I got that gauge, .38 and that four-five Glock)
(Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot)

Sample by Three 6 Mafia
Written by Judas Cain and KAIBA

Phlegeton (ft. KAIBA)

Lyrics:

I'm a motherfucking Vamp
Yung Cain
I don't care about your feelings bitch
I pull off in a Benz
Fuck the laws, fuck the fame
I'm a misfit yeah
My heart is fucking cold
And pumping dope through my veins
Now you're sad and you tell me that you miss me bitch?
We just fucked did you thought that I would fall in love bitch?
I gotta crush another 80 cause the craving got me stuck
Feeling like a junky everytime I call my plug up
My life is fucked up, yeah
Can't fight my demons
So I snort 'em up, yeah
Heroin in my cup
As soon as I wake up, yeah
I'm a menace to society
And soon I'm laying six feet deep
Come and get your back stapped bitch
You cant fuck with me
Keep on playin your fake shit
But you're just some sheep
Pussyboi now you're scared of some real OGs
Me and my boys just don't give a fuck
We take what we need
Maybe I am just an A-double-D-I-C-T
Got A-D-H-D that's why I'm smoking D-O-P-E
I'm high on Roxy until I motherfucking D-I-E
So if you see me on the streets
Please don't talk to me

Don't talk, no more
Plug call, homeward
Never sober
Fucked up, loner
Poppin another blister I'm insane
People call me a disgrace
I don't feel anything
Cause I'm wrong in this fucking place, uh
Drink a bottle, smoke a blunt
What is done can't be undone
I don't care if you're someone
I just wanna stay so numb
Fuck shit
I'm a fuck up
We be smoking hella dope
Get my cock sucked
What the fuck bitch
What did you expect
Ay I told you we just fucked
Never gonna take you back
Pussyboi hide your bitch
We gon pull up in a Rover
Yah I quitted booze
But I never be sober
Yung Cain bitch
Ay F-O-A-T
Fuck my life up
Cause the Haze
Makes me motherfucking lazy

Written by Judas Cain and Fish on a Trip

Misfits (ft. Fish on a Trip)

Lyrics:

All those pills got my mind fucked up (Fuck)
Can't even tell if my friends are fake or not 
Sleeping issues got me tired when I wake up
But I still cannot fucking sleep when the night has come (Fuck)
Reload my gat, fill the duffle bag with racks (Bang, bang, bang)
Spent on meds, just to comprehend that I'm a sad fucking sap
Ain't no thang, that I can change, I'm selling debts, off the xans 
But still I got some smack since my last bi

But still I got some smack since my last bitch left (Bitch left)

Ain't a thing that I really wanna change (Change)

Everytime I see myself in a fucking mirror (Mirror)
Broken pieces of myself keep reflecting and shattering (Fuck)
The glass is breaking into thousand fucking pieces (Fuck)
But it just seems like I fucking can't forget things (Why)
I feel like everything is burning down
Yeah everything that I build up on my own (On my own)
Everything that I did was just a tip
Sold my fortune for the pint that I gon sip (Fuck)
Why cant things just be so fucking easy? (Why? Tell me)
Why does everyone need to be so fucking greedy? (Fuck)
Why do I feel like this life just ain't made for me?
I need some help, please can somebody just come and save me?

Written by Judas Cain

Insomnia

Lyrics:

Crush O's, blow smoke, tryna overdose (Overdose)
Fuck hoes, no hope, sold my fucking soul (Soul)
No dough, no home, outside it's fucking cold
I don't care about your love
I know it's a fucking joke (Haha)
All you hoes fuck around, don't tryna act loyal (Bitch)
Everyone goes without a doubt
Once your head's gone (Fuck)
While you just try to let go of the past
I know I'll be dying cause of all those old habits (Fuck y'all)

Cold thoughts, dope shot, and no end in sight (No)
Only thing I care about is how I'm gonna die (Die)
Never gave a fuck about a thing in life 
Can't figure out why I'm still stuck in my mind
All my life has just been a fucking waste of time (Fuck)
While I've been trying to fill a fucking void inside (Nuh)
I'm so sick of it all now
Load the gauge to spray paint the wall with my brain now

Written by Judas Cain

Addictions/Disgrace/Selfhate/Etc.

Lyrics:

(Crcl, crcl, crcl)
What the fuck does everybody want from me?
I can't maintain myself, no my demons took control of me
Everything is coming down on me
Everything is coming down on me
What the fuck does everybody want from me?
I hate emotions I just wanna be six feet deep
Everything is coming down on me
Everything is coming down on me 

Like a plane without any kerosene (Kerosene)
I'm crashing down, and nobody's stoppin' me (Stoppin' me)
I'm on the edge, running from my misery (Misery)
I'm on the edge, running towards broken dreams (Broken dreams)
I can't remember what you told me yesterday (No)
Was it something positive? I don't care anyways
I'm just a roach in this city full of broken peeps
Another junkie tryin to become a legend on the streets
All my days feel exactly the same (The same)
Might see me smile cause I'm hiding my pain (My pain)
Another shot, maybe next time in my veins (In my veins)
Another shot, maybe next time through my brain (Through my brain)
Why the fuck should anyone wanna be like me?
I'm just another broken piece of this society
Corporations still tryna make us pay for our needs
If they could, they would make us pay for the air we breath (We breath) 

What the fuck does everybody want from me?
I can't maintain myself, no my demons took control of me
Everything is coming down on me
Everything is coming down on me
What the fuck does everybody want from me?
I hate emotions I just wanna be six feet deep
Everything is coming down on me
Everything is coming down on me
Why the fuck should anyone wanna be like me?
I can't maintain myself, no my demons took control of me
Everything is coming down on me
Everything is coming down on me
Why the fuck would anyone look up to me?
I hate humanity I just wanna be six feet deep
Everything is coming down on me
Everything is coming down on me

Written by Judas Cain.

Kerosene (prod. Crcl)

Lyrics:

I'm still the same suicidal driven codein fiend
I'm watching you run through the rain as I keep reloading
Then I put some lead inside your back just for the fun of it
Before I collapse cause of the slits I got down on my wrist
And now I'm waking up inside my bed, I must've dreaming
Gotta collect myself and pour some lean to calm down my demons
I can't think straight my mind is feeling like it's forever leaving
My bodie's a mess, ain't no
temple for a spiritual being
Living off of dope, my blood's as purple as the heroin in my cup
Still nobody gives a fuck if I gon' bite the dust
We're the soberboys, but I ain't ever sober, boy
Fuck breaking off some chunks
I'm still taking my pills whole, boy
All you fuckbois nowadays tryna be like us
"I'm doing rap, I'm pushing bags"
But you're still blowing for some cops
We're not the same, you've never been a part of our past
Imma find some peace, six feet deep, covered up in blunts

Written by Judas Cain.

If I Had An Answer To Every Question, I Wouldn't Be Where I Am Now

antidepressants (ft. KAIBA)

Lyrics:

Rollin on some 40 OC's (OC's)
Fireworks and I'm pouring some lean
Bitch twerking but she won't do it for me (Nuh-uh)
Money green everything that she sees
No more opps left lookin for me (No more)
My choppa got em, now they're sleepin down six feet
Can't rely on anything except me
Thoughts keep tellin me that I lost all humanity (Argh, fuck!)
Why do I feel so empty?
Can you tell me wht all my feelings left me? (Huh?)
Can't deny that I hate it to act friendly
When all I wanna do is let that clip go empty (Pop, pop, pop)
Kill'em all, don't let then run away from me (No!)
It aint my fault that I'm a product of society (Nuh!)
Another motherfucker coming from the 'jects
Got Heroin in my cup and Heroin in my veins
🎵
And now you got me down on the fuckin floor bitch, yuh
Smoking dope off the foil, that's how I'm coping, yuh
Everyday I feel like I ain't worth enough, wanna stop
Put a tag on my toe, zip the bag and freeze me up, yuh
I've wasted so much time got so much on my mind
And it still seems like I am walking these streets blind
If this won't work out I guess that I'm out of fucking luck
Ain't no plan B bitch except joining 27 Club

Written by Judas Cain.

Misery And The Thoughts Within Me

smack>my ex

(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip)
(So close your eyes as I stick this Glock between your lips)
(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip)
(Give it a couple more times?) 
(So close your eyes as I (Goth Helma is back in the function) stick this Glock between your lips)
(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip)
(So close your eyes as I stick this Glock between your lips)
(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip)
(So close your eyes as I stick this Glock between your lips) 
(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip) (Uh)
(So close your eyes as I stick this Glock between your lips) (Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh)
(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip)
(So close your eyes as I stick this Glock between your lips) (Seven Six)

I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip (Uh)
Still I don't give a shit about a motherfucking bitch (Bitch)
I know I'll never miss, trained as a marksman bitch (Phew, phew)
You wanna fuck with us but you can't even get a grip (Huh)
All my prohets know that I'll never snitch
Got some youngings that gon shoot you quicker than a fucking pig (Phew)
We don't ask no question we load the clip with hollows tips
Imma put you six feet down before I make your bitch suck this stick
It's all about the racks, the bags, blood and cash (Cash)
That we gon stack before we end up dead (Dead)
Shit you don't understand in your fucking lambo bitch
I aint gonna flex no I ain't got no time for that bullshit (Uh)

(I ain't got no time for that bullshit)

(I - I - I ain't got no time for that bullshit)

(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip)
(So close your eyes as I stick this Glock between your lips)
(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip)
(So close your eyes as I stick this Glock between your lips)
(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip)
(So close your eyes as I stick this Glock between your lips)
(I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip)
(So close your eyes as I stick this Glock between your lips) 

JustFoundSomeSmackInMySocks

Lyrics:

Rolling on some fourty OC's (OC's)
Fireworks and I'm pouring some lean
Bitch twerking but she won't do it for me (Nuh-uh)
Money green everything that she sees
No more opps left looking for me (No more)
My choppa got 'em, now they're sleeping down six feet
Can't rely on anything except me
Thoughts keep telling me that I lost my humanity (Argh, fuck!)
Why do I feel so empty?
Can you tell me why all my feelings left me? (Huh?)
Can't deny, that I hate it to act friendly
When all I wanna do, is let that clip go empty (Pop, pop, pop)
Kill 'em all, don't let them run away from me (No!)
It ain't my fault that I'm a product of society (Nuh!)
Another motherfucker coming from the 'jects
Got Heroin in my cup and Heroin in my veins

And now you got me down on the fucking floor bitch, yuh
Smoking dope off the foil, that's how I'm coping, yuh
Everyday I feel like I ain't worth enough, wanna stop
Put a tag on my toe, zip the bag and freeze me up, yuh
I've wasted so much time, got so much on my mind
And it still seems like I am walking these streets blind
If this won't work out I guess that I'm out of fucking luck
Ain't no plan b bitch except joining twenty-seven club

(Uh-uh)
Nuh this shit works brother (Yuh, yuh)
Cause I ain't fuckin' with this game motherfucker
Quit playing motherfucker
Lucky move mountains fo a grain, that's fucked up
City mouths already know my name so I fuck 'em
So fleek heart stained still not sellout
Let me chill out yeah, then we square up
So fleek heart stained still not sellout
Let me chill in my bubble, don't bother
Let me win, if you front, then show up
I was in the back smoking gas, Black Afghan
Wearing full black, blank silhouette, can't spot us
I don't even care about bitches or spotlights
I just wanna stack up then roll up then get the fuck out
If you wanna spend it, don't worry I got you covered
If you really stick up then do it before I blow up
It's a lot of bitches they lurking and wait to plot us
All I want is make it then happens whatever gotta

Written by Judas Cain and Lucky The Strange Boy.

Misery And The Thoughts Within Me (ft. Lucky The Strange Boy) (Empty Eyes RMX)

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