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OFFICIAL VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zi3-P4qwpGo
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Gray/Grey

CLOUDS AS WITNESSES

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$outh $ide $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x POUYA - COLD TURKEY

My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

T.R.U. (TOTALLY ROTTEN UNDERGROUND)

VINCENT VAN GOGH AIN'T GOT SHIT ON ME

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[Verse 1: $lick $loth]

got 4 bitches on my digits
AKs in my kitchen
cocaine on my dishes from my older uncle's business
a minute turns to minutes
a vision turns to visits from a witness on a mission from the Feds that got him snitchin
religion of the sixes turnin bitches into witches
got a hit list with a few i wanna lay down up in some ditches
fuck em all burn them bridges
sus motherfuckers with a sickness
45 tucked in my britches
$uicide be the voice of the misfits hoe

[Verse 2: Yung $now]

$now Leopard creepin
the icicle demon
i'm breathin this weed in 
my gaudy pack freezin
my shawty keep sneezin
i told her Yung $now keep it cold like i'm changin the seasons
that codeine i'm bleedin
all of these hoes see me gleamin
i'm leakin gold
we can go see the globe but need to keep it slow
that was a week ago
she ain't know $now Leopard had at least 3 or so alter egos that the Reaper know
oh no i keep her so close now she reach for rope
tie me up now she hope that Yung Plague won't be shown
my skull started tweakin
my skin started bleedin
my heart stopped it's beatin
my eyes disappear now the devil is near
oh yeah she feels the fear

Now the Moon's Rising

EVOLUTION (PRETTY GOOD MOVIE/PRETTY GOOD THEORY)

ETERNAL GREY 09/11/16

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Eternal Grey

ULTIMATE $UICIDE (FEAT. DENZEL CURRY)

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[Verse 1: Yung $carecrow]

bitch boy back up off me before you catch these hands
you're in the pit
don't give a shit and off a couple tabs
extend my fist and bust his lip
fuck no, i can't relax
put on my mask and rob the trap just so i can relapse
coming to end your fucking life
straight out the fire to terrorize
look in my eyes
this your demise
fuckboys going to die
straight out the wild
bound for the mile
$lick the mortified
the devilish child with a crooked ass smile
welcome to the night

[Verse 2: Shawty Burn-a-Church]

grey blade
grey came rag wrapped around my face
yung plague dodging ammo
animal instinct to erase
dragon asking blunt in my fucking talons
grab em
drag em to the fire
let em burn up
we ignite em
plague robbing grave
laced blunts with fuckboy brains
plague up in flames
let the ash rain
ash king reins
plague so fucking insane
don't touch my fucking lane
don't brush my fucking mane
go tuck your fucking chain 

I WANT TO BELIEVE

VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH

Still depressed
Still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods
Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you
Everybody won't me sober, but i'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better
That west bank fire setter
$uicide dream team
It's that codeine fiend
Hell bound is what i'm deemed
Surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased
I can't call it anymore
Get more depressed when i'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishing that i was a fucking corpse, fuck...

VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY

Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem
I don't give a fuck
I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic, and i'm rotten
This ain't an option
I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leave and get it poppin
Pull up on their fucking ass
All they do is fucking ask "can i flash you with the gas?"
And so i pull up on their ass then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?"
It's always back to back
$uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression

VERSE I: LIL NO FLASH

Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls
So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole
A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model
That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes
I'd rather snort up roxy's until that dope battle rattles
Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem
I'll have to put this one at the bottom
I feel like fucking sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet
Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts
Sour scents are haunting my defeat
Sold out funeral no live nation fee
Captivate 100,000 people
Still me and the reaper me
100,000 want to meet me
I hope they'll let me be

VERSE II: LIL HALF CUT

I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me
Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic
Defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific
Sadistic, mr. pessimistic
Slickity sloth the motherfucker they call the anti-christ
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide!"
Now i get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life
I promise it's not what it seems
Climb up just to fall down a stream
Drag me to the river
The richer i get, the worse my liver gets
No strippers on my zipper
Still in my room
Keep it dark as i can
Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide
No they won't forget

VERSE I: LIL REMAINS

Yeah playa
Yeah playa
All my teeth gold
Damn playa
Damn playa
I still can't sleep though
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
I be that sheep eater
Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper
Sad playa
Sad playa
I be that sad playa
Damn playa
Damn playa
Thought you was money making?
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
Don't change that i'm forsaken
Grey playa
Third razor
Laugh at you bitches hating
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
My pupils dilating
Dope shot up in my veins
I'm feeling nauseated
Law breaker
Law breaker
I'm trying to feel alive
Make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

VERSE II: PAPA PINE

Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard
I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before
The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go
I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
And now i'm always stoned
Always home alone
In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know
But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you
Always want to used you
Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa
Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped
The red, white and blue ones
That's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser

I No Longer Fear The Razor 3

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (III)

Voodoo Walk (Prod. Migo Plug Danny)

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[VERSE I: LIL CIG]

i keep on strolling with no control of my thoughts of life
seems like my home has become something i can't recognize
doubters turn to believers, but fuck i'm not surprised
i miss my cousin so much, yet he's still by my side
crazy how friends switch it
asking how they can get a picture
what happened to what's up homie?
how you doing?
goddamn i miss you
don't want to be no where else
so i'm making myself create this hell in the place i dwell
stuck in an open cell
take me back before the levees fell

[VERSE II: 7TH WARD LORD]

yeah, i be that 7th ward lord with them devil horns
born and raised in the waves of the storm
the flood has left me wet and torn
the garden of eden destroyed by babylon demons
they poured the chlorine with no warning
petals on the floor freezing
a world once unexplored
i think i'm marco polo covered in thorns
set my compass to avoid tethered forms
new orleans is war torn i ain't betting scores 
and all of my friends are now whores
and i'm bored of all the replication of the life i once lived in the city i once adored

KILL YOURSELF Part XII: The Dark Glacier Saga

PLANTING THE ROOTS ONLY TO FALL OUT THE TREE

KILL YOURSELF SAGAS XI-XV DROPS 05/26

[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE}

2 strikes
turn that pussy to a sacrifice
slash n gut the gar
ash the blunt and park
roll the window down and ask the price
i've always hated flashing lights
i'd rather grab the mask and knife
snag the cash in spite the fact i smashed your bitch for asking nice
i'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
i bag the ice
ignite the rags in gasoline
one strike of the match and now we talking thrice
3 strikes
i might forget the events of tonight
ruby all bite
leave em bleeding
leave the scene and say goodnight

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

if we got business motherfucker
let me know
everybody know my rep since 1994
i don't swing high if i got that nine
bitch in Calvin Klein
blunts borderline
fuck it still smoke it anyway
i be that suicidal worshipped idol
filled up with that medication
burning bibles 
grab your child
chopper style a generation
reading revelations got me thinking
been ready to die but i ain't got no fucking patience
you feel me

[VERSE III: SHAKEWELL]

waking up dirty sodas get poured in
i had some blues, but i sold em
keep k's in glocks, but they stolen
i might just flip em and profit
makin more off licks
run your pockets
my OG's poppin a rocket
i pray to God they free Gozm
but God don't hear me
these prophets is all too fake so i'm mobbin
if you can't get em
i got em
pull up and handle the problem
squeeze 3 hear it move through he breeze
now you standing bloody can't breathe
got goonies who gone off that tweak
sip syrup and drank Hennessy
that just be the truth through these streets

KILL YOURSELF Part XIV: The Vulture Saga

VENOM (FEAT. SHAKEWELL)

[VERSE I: ODDY NUFF]

say bitch, who the fuck you think you talking to?
fuck all yall rappers
i'll slap the shit out of an actor and make him act faster
in order to back up the fact that he's fake as fuck
i'm flabbergasted hoe
i'm back in action whoa
i'm lavish
holes up in my bag of slow 
more rolled
blow whole o's
oh no! smoke!
lay low
choke, croak, halo
lazy flow and still i glo a frozen flame
they say they know my name but only say it out of range


[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

fuck a dead body hoe you already know
i be that skinny white fiend
lil fucking cut throat
no joke
tip toe when i'm creeping in the fucking dark
move slow
sip moe
every time i pop them bars
wanna go toe to toe?
i promise you won't last long
bodies blow
bullets flow
just another sad song
savage with the 'matic
manic that's an addict
all my habits tragic
dirty dancing with the xanax

PUMP FAKE

[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

fuck a dead body
don't pick 'em up let 'em dry
east side fifty nine
with the choppers out the ride
mommas cry
kids die
second line
vietnam
testify
get crucified
have your family by your side
full of fuck shit
double my cup with mud bitch
sluts wanna suck dick
hit 'em with the drop kick
bitch your pussy is nonsense
demons with the glock grip
suicidal cult shit
love to watch the blood drip

dead man walking

[VERSE II: YUNG MUTT]

rather be dead than bored
settle the score
let the metal pour right on to the floor
fuck your brain, you fucking whore
fuck your chain, you slave
i left the bloodstains on the door
blade made of iron ore
made stains right on the shore
washed away, the waves took it north
but now i gotta stay warm
catch another flight and now i'm back on tour
can't relax me motherfucking sacre coeur
used to make shit pop like fucking kettle corn 

dead man walking

FUCK

[Verse 1: B.C. Tha Hybrid]
Everything I drop bitch you know that it's gold
6 blunts, 6 bars [?]
I been up for 6 days, so I don't know
But I keep doing drugs 'til I'm numb to the bone, ay
Poseidon, I'm dropping these waves
[?] I rot in my grave, give no fuck what you say
B.C. is a god, you are a peasant to me
And I run my shit, fuck a studio bitch
I'ma get it how I live man you can eat a dick
Boy sup when they comeeverytime that i spit
Watch the speakers freeze when my bass hits
I'm focused and they [?]noticing
I’m potent shit, I’m on it bitch

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Codeine, pour up
Gold grill, glow up
Ice cube, snowin' on that Hi-Tech, potion
Duckin', fiendin'
Codeine the reason, I’m in your bushes creepin'
That drug addicted demon, methol lit
Call my noose for the lick
$lick prefer the drugs over a bitch
Six in the clip, six for the dead
Young junkie motherfucker, and I’m sick 'till the end
Never pretend, to fuck with you or your clique, bitch

[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]
Bitch, I bought a gold chain—not to wear it, just to have it
Then I changed my mind, and so I went and dipped it in some platinum
Now I’m shining, now I’m actin'
See these hoes, they look for fashion
Look for clout, they look for captions
Don’t be fooled by all the masses, all they want is fucking status
Fuck a hoe, that’s why I’m rappin'
For no hoes, just 'cause I’m rapping
It ain’t passion, while y'all fuck, she nappin'
Hand that bitch a fucking napkin, wipe your mouth
Stop all that lapping, suck your soul and suck your talon
Only way to get some action

B.C. Tha Hybrid & $UICIDEBOY$ - Dipped In Gold

$uicideboy$ - AS THE BRIDGES BURN

Red Dot (feat. Night Lovell)

Music produced by Bvlly (IG- @billybvnds)
Lyrics written by Ozzy Monroe & Josh Young

I'm not good
At writing songs bout how I feel  
I been thinking way to much 
She say I need to chill
Making fun of stupid shit
Then doing it forreal 
I don't give a fuck 
But when I do my lips are sealed 
My ego getting in the way 
Of how I truly feel
Scared that if I fall in love 
I might just fall forreal 
I don't trust a soul
But if you help me I can heal
Help me get what I lost back
When all the trauma hit 
Sit with me and reminisce
Watch the blunt turn to mist
Smoking backwoods like a cig
Walking around with the stick
Like I'm blind up in this bitch 
Ah yah let it rip
Ah yah let it rip
Cuz people get to plotting 
When they see you getting rich 
Yuh
Rose above the average 
Pistol packing till' I'm in the casket 
Every time you flex 
Just know I'm plotting 
On a way to snag it 
Never lacking 
Keep it in my pocket 
That's why my pants are sagging
Like the game or not 
You got to play 
Whenever you from Dallas
Pockets swole 
This time last year I was a zero
Doing everything I can
But bitch I ain't no hero 
Try to snatch my chain like Debo 
Shoot a shot 
Just like a free-throw 
Keep it 100
Just like a c note 
I feel like Neo

You said you want to 
Drink something, smoke something right
Distance yourself
To see the greater things in life 
Life been hard 
But you rarely put up a fight 
Running from thoughts 
That keep you up at night 
Roll up tight 
Ignite your light 
Shit kinda crazy
But I know it gets better
Head off your chest 
Better straighten your neck up 
Don't ever let up 
Run yo check up
If they checking for you
Just don't let em sweat you 
Press that issue 
Apply that pressure 
Lost in my thoughts 
Learned my lessons
Nothings gon change 
If I don't ever let it

4th Street (feat. Josh Young)

go watch the mf video

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CELESTE KAY X BROCK BARRETT -MENACE TO MYSELF [PROD. DUSTMYTE] [MUSIC VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION]

WHITEYE$ X ICEMANE THE KINGPIN - ON THA BLOCK [ Prod. WHITEYE$ ]

FUCK UGC 
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Gone head talk yo shit
Ik that you gon hear this trick
Post it on yo story bitch
and let me know u seen that shit
And do that shit real quick my nig
so i when i come and harm you bitch
you cannot tell me shit hoe
you cant tell me i aint warn you bitch
Keep yo bitches on a leash 
fo rabbit sniff em out
that gangsta life aint yalls
thats my life yall rap about
i told the bitch he wack so what?
he gon say do sumthin
I told him drop a address shit
i still aint seen one
See thats the internet
in real life yall aint got no spine
talk this shit wont drop no addy bitch
i gave you mines
how yo boy drop a diss track 
with only 10 bars to say
if i went in on yall
i could drop a fucking tape
and yall cant get away
to run is just so futile bitch
they talkin like they just doing shit
this kickback be so brutal bitch
i got some issues hoe
so thats why i aint barring shit
kuz bitch ill whip yo goddamn eyeballs
out yo fuckin sockets bitch

inside this hell is where 
i dwell but i will not remain
they scratch my in skin and try to
drag me back into the flames
ive done so good
they try to bring the evil out me mane
i bust the tone the bullets
turn his ass the other way
and as you run you realize 
that this was not yo day
how did i get to this point mane
i did it really well
a world wide massacre what i do
if you couldn't tell
they start to run
you busta know im done fucking around
you talk ya azz off till i put yo 
whole cult underground

literally bitch
im talking 6 feet deep bitch
niggas be on some sweet shit
how these niggas talk hard 
then tell me to calm down
wanna call me homie wanna call me dawg
you aint tryna fight im puttin the phone down bitch
needa check yo clique kuz what they do reflect on you
they talkin hard they rock wit you
so now that shit on you
you mad at slick then keep 
that bullshit between you and slick
dont say fuck 6feetdeep as long as im inside the clique
yall got me fucked up

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