art by & feat w/ @spiritrealm
LYRICS
CA$H ALEE
I don't wanna see no more (2x)
Hit the gas on the floor
Bring my blade I love the gore 
Hit you with that .44
Got my blade at your door
Drown myself in pills
I love to feel no pain 
Take her to MAKEOUT HILL
Where she give me brain
TUMMY TUCK YO BITCH SHE WANNA FUCK
GOT NO LUCK I PULL UP WITH UH TRUCK
SHE GIMME ME SUCKY SUCK
IN LIFE IM NEVER STUCK

SPIRITREALM
Shoot a mutha fucka down, then I let his body drown 
No where ever to be found , turn it to a fucking sludge 
You can never fucking run , shoot em with a fuckin gun 
Pistol whippin wussup bitch, Coolin with a fucking witch
I’m fucking slit your wrist, SPIRITREALM straight from hell 
Let your fucking body melt,
demon possession
let the chamber run with flames
Let us bring you in the cult
Dance in the flame of hell 
Then I slit your fuckin throat 
No bodies gonna fuckin know 
Grim let your soul slay 
No I don’t wanna fuckin play 
Aim it at your fuckin face 
Then I set you all ablaze 
Human race eradicate 
Put em in a chamber (of) flames
Yeah this world is filled with rage
But I can never fuckin hate 
I can leave u fuckin slain 
Summoning Lucifer 
Take a piss upon a grave 
Set a castle all ablaze 

-spiritrealm-

GRIM GRIM SPIDR BYBY FT. SP𖤐RIT

@o67
she say do u luv me
told her dat i luv greed
nigga tried 2 diss me
now he feelin so weak
shit b gettin so deep
u dont even kno me
she think dat ill never change
baby dats the old me
i wud sell my soul
if i fukkin had one
bitch dont hit my phone
i jus wnna be numb
omfg
these bitches be so dumb
i jus wnna go
250 on my tongue

@yuke
i jus wnna go
i jus wnna leave
they say who up next?
nigga i say fukkin greed
i dont write bitch i freestyle on the fukkin beat
stop askin for my tag, stop tryna bite me
said u dont rock w yuke but u look up type beats
i aint finna fukkin hide u know where 2 find me

*67 x yuke - #greed (zinoblade)

@imdeemoo - 117lonestarExo

Prod. yxnglyz
Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Coming up quick 
I got some sick shit in the vault
This ain’t nun
I’m just dabbing in this sound 
Because I can having fun
Get that stick out yo ass boy
You think you doin sum
Making that song again n again just because it trended once
That shit sad as hell
I feel so sorry for you niggas 
Smoking til I’m shell
I heal my sorrows with this liquor
I was raised well
I keep it solid for my niggas
I would raise hell
If I was bothered by you niggas
This one for my playas down south
Bumping Boosie driving slow with some gold in they mouth
Serving tree that shipped from Cali 
They whole hood in the clouds
They got tecs and automatics 
Put yo hood in the ground
Sleep and sound
White folks got some hoods too
They just wear em on they head
If I see a white hood
All the same I shoot em dead
If you come incorrect 
I’ll assume you is a fed
Stay the fuck up out my circle square  you gon fuck up my bread
I’m whipping I-5
Sixty five
Two switches in da trunk
Same nigga with nine knives
Taking lives
Eight left one in your gut
Your bitch want five guys
With no fries
She’s licking on these nuts
Fuck with birds and get left hurt 
Fuck with maggz get left with nubs
PTSD like a vet but no veteran
Hungry for bread like a vet with no severance 
Stay in the burbs cuz the ghetto is treacherous 
Why make assumptions with no frame of reference 
Dis that playa shit
That slaya shit
That might go shoot the mayor shit
That shit that gets these bitches lit
And makes you wanna circle pit

I’m a mental degenerate 
I’m a hypocrite 
Talk bout not using needles
But I be snorting shit
I’ve also been on the benzos
All while sipping and smoking cigs
The difference is I didn’t get clean then start acting like I’m above it 
Like holier than thou
If I added up my purchases 
I’m in the hundred thousands
Cocaine mountains 
Molly water fountains
K pins down
Got my ego like who doubting me
All black no mask 
Big strap hop out kicking door 
Where the motherfuckin money at
Bitch smack hit that
No lack kick back feet up
Where the hoes and their mothers at
You wack prolly smoke crack happily 
I’m black pigs shoot us happily 
White tee like my Nikes 
With a dime piece
Smoking two 
Like the mags in my jeans
I’m war ready
Was born ready
To wreck your shit you bitch
I’ll make it quick like you was smoking fetty
Human brain spaghetti 
Paint walls like Artemisia Gentileschi
Known for solving problems once it’s up like I’m Joe Pesci

GRIM GRIM SPIDR BYBY FT. SP𖤐RIT

CA$H ALEE

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