I've Been Home The Whole Time

Circles

SOME DAYS (GRAY SPRUNKI)

SPOTIFY

MAD 4 WHAT? (PROD. MANADRA1N)

TERMINAL S!CKNESS (Prod. KalaaH)

lyrics 

let me see what them yams like baby 
i like hundreds on the floor 
im not the type to go save her 
hella bands, good credit
im what a broke bitch fiends 
but my eyes on the check 
on citas yadamean?
aye
hella bands fasho 
hella bands fashezi
i like my bitches slim thick who be out my city 
i done tore down yo block inna old school 50 
im just a neck breaker baby 
who b sauced and pretty 

3 white hoes 
i’m back fasho 
in my bag like trolli 
don’t be sour hoe 
i got a booth full of za 
wit some platinum flows 
she wanna chill wit the mob 
let the truth be told 

we outside 
springtime i’m copping more pieces 
why would i respond to broke niggas 
get decent
fear of god hoodies wit a lv backpack 
back back if u can’t show me no dub stack 

alo my bitch cause her face card worth it 
when i stepped into her life 
is when she finally got purpose 
im worth it 
this type of game u can’t purchase 
i could see why yo ex man got nervous 

look bitch
put me inna zoovie 
u know i came from the jets 
where its spooky 
but now im up wit the pros not the rookies 
so everything nowadays is brand newkie

let me see what them yams like baby 
i like hundreds on the floor 
im not the type to go save her 
hella bands, good credit
im what a broke bitch fiends 
but my eyes on the check 
on citas yadamean?
aye
hella bands fasho 
hella bands fashezi
i like my bitches slim thick who be out my city 
i done tore down yo block inna old school 50 
im just a neck breaker baby 
who b sauced and pretty 

u ain’t ever met a mf like me
always on her mind and she always on her knees
taking all my time and i’m breaking every piece
like lil peep i was prolly thinking bout cheese

not the type to get caught in a rat trap
i keep a luna in my hello kitty back pack
i got a shooter on the rooftop cap that
and i ain’t even 21 no black jack

i got hoes on hoes
no clothes good blow
when we down in the sin city
anything goes
you ain’t ever seen ten bands in your life
when i die i’ll be pecking out your eyes as a crow

nut on her lips shawty speak for the kids
i cannot rest til the president dead
lead to the head when they drop that list
only one king lives when u play like chess

let me see what them yams like baby 
i like hundreds on the floor 
im not the type to go save her 
hella bands, good credit
im what a broke bitch fiends 
but my eyes on the check 
on citas yadamean?
aye
hella bands fasho 
hella bands fashezi
i like my bitches slim thick who be out my city 
i done tore down yo block inna old school 50 
im just a neck breaker baby 
who b sauced and pretty

ON CITAS

i don’t wanna be a monster
heartbroke posture
dead on the concrete
no first responders
i’ll keep you safe
in the underwxrld wander
into my garden
my graves over yonder
suck my blood idk if i want her
id die for a feeling don’t call me a martyr
she don’t know the real me cus i don’t wanna shock her
use me, abuse me, confuse me, shoot me, you turned me to a monster


now i’m on the road
they think i sold my soul
i did it all alone
i never leave my home
without a pole of chrome
i gotta beat 50 before they know my motive 
im soulless
i can’t hold it
offered you my heart then you reached out and broke it
too many heart breaks now i feel so exhausted 
shawty look away cus you turned me to a 
you turned me to a monster

and i’ll never be the same
just give me the blame
got no time to waste 
ion wanna play these games
i’m about this close
gonna splatter all my brains
when you see me in the grave 
know i’ll never be the same

and i’ll never be the same
never be the same as it was
i get high just to hide all the pain that it caused
late nights on my line
you was begging for love
and i was tryna feel something 
but i’m so fucking numb
one day i’ll be perfect and i’ll right all my wrongs 
we could find a better place where no one hurts you i’m gone
we could find a better place somewhere that i belong
and when i die roll me up and smoke the ashes im gone

monster (prod. loat!)

Stack It

Over the Garden Wall

throwaway
prod me 

so lost
i cant see
heart soft
crush my dreams
my past
killing me
bloodbath,
set me free

setMeFree (2023)

Math Class

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Censor Bundy

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