lyrics:

if you need somebody stabbed you know who to call
i’m a big cold cutter from the north w a problem
hellcore team, they the gang, they got hollows
i pull up it’s a party i got resin on the inside a my blunt 

she wanna fuck twice only give it to her once 
for someone who don’t smoke you sure do got a lot a runts 
for someone who don’t fuck you really do know how to suck 
i know she been around i send that bitch home on a bus 

it’s blxup when i walk now 
they all used to dub me they tryna talk now 
now my heart it’s got a key n a lock now 
anytime i feel love i go in lockdown 

it’s why i hit the blunt 
it’s why i wake up everyday to jus get high as fuck 
like why my girl ain text me in a fuckin month 

okay its only been n hour but what the fuck 

tweaking 
that’s how i’m feeling right now 
ima beat him 
into the goddamn ground 
cuz i’m seething 
i need a fresh new pound 
a the finest triple AAA exotic kush we got around

YOU KNOW WHO TO CALL (PROD. NOVAFLED)

[intro]

for life.

[hook]

Searching,
For the spark, for the drive,
For that life, in my eyes,
For the will, to survive,
For the fight, for that bark,
And the bite, from the days
As a kid, till the day,
That I die,
All this time, been
Searching,
Through the hurt, and the pain,
Through betrayal, and the shame,
Through the promises I made,
Same promises I break,
Same person that I was,
Who I claimed that had changed,
In my ways, still stuck, 
Still searching,

[Verse]

Umm,
Okay,
My brudda, sister, my family,
Close homies are mad at me,
Still desperate to change,
But don’t know if I know how,
If a guide, could lend me vision,
To fly, through intersections inside,
These feelings twisted and tied,
Tongue trying to tell a lie,
Disguised as high truths,
You’ll find I try to rise,
Then hide, behind moods,
That swing, mentally I’m grieving,
Pride like a cancer,
Left me jealous and conceited,
Overzealous when I’m dreaming,
And maybe it is a dream,
I always fall flat, reaching for goals,
I can’t achieve,
Silent, I plot and scheme,
Moving behind the scenes,
Painting a bigger picture,
On canvas too small to see,
I’m lacking in honesty,
Lying to myself, its a daily routine,
Daily routines don’t usually come to fruition,
In my position, blessings I’ve been given,
I ain’t capitalise,
I hope the damage subside,
Instead, it peak through the blinds,
Blood seeps through my kind heart,
Breaking, it ain’t so comforting to meet your demise,
Done so many inhumane wrongs,
For a piece of the pie,
A demon inside,
Telling me there ain’t no reason to fly,
If I, could touch the pearly gates,
Then that’s all of God’s working,
Validation through hatred,
I taste it,
All this time I’ve been,


[hook]

Searching,
For the spark, for the drive,
For that life, in my eyes,
For the will, to survive,
For the fight, for that bark,
And the bite, from the days
As a kid, till the day,
That I die,
All this time, been
Searching,
Through the hurt, and the pain,
Through betrayal, and the shame,
Through the promises I made,
Same promises I break,
Same person that I was,
Who I claimed that had changed,
In my ways, still stuck, 
Still searching,


searching

lyric

fuck everything it’s ok I ain’t dead yet
I take drugs for the pain I’m so numb in my head yeah
I heard that bitch wanna fade so I’m like I’m like bet bet
I bet you never met a junkie that can motherfuckin act like this
I got yo bitch she working for me said I like the way she wrap that brick
When I pull up to the city why the cops always tryna go pat my shit
I heard that boy he go no motion when I walk in imma crack his shit
I’m so manic in a panic I can’t fathom bouta slash my wrist
What’s that sound that’s the sound of mental break down
When I be lookin thru the window I don’t wanna put the k down
I take my bat I wonder how it make his face sound
I can’t stand u pussy bitches I said I take another fuck hit of
Speed
Speed
Speed
Speed
Nah nah nah no I cannot let it go
Suicide in my mind what you want u can’t ride with me
I’m feeling fine I don’t need no antidote
And you say you can run will you go and die with me

SPEED (PROD. KILLINGFRANCIS/MMT)

cuz she wanna suck
think its that time of month
no he actin tuff
pussy got put in a blunt

yo bitch wanna fuck
putting my dick on her tongue
im trappin too much
money its never enough

its never enough i need racks on my key chain
steppin to me turn my choppa to d-day
i wanna go dies it increases on each day
he get hit in the head know that pussy be delayed

walk in the room and i kill everyone and i say to myself im like damn yeah i did it again
i look in the mirror im so damn disgusting im poppin a tab and im going the fuck back to bed

wherever you want i can face
know they be talking but i am not phased
pussy be stuck like he caught in a maze
you not even worth any minimum wage

and i cannot feel my soul
why is my face so cold
pussy go up that pole
pussy go up that blade

high like the whole day im just thinking that my own mind gone
pussy talking shit he just lookin for phones to type on

ive got got no meal
i bleed for dollar bills
why do i have no feels
oh i done made the deal 

cuz she wanna suck
think its that time of month
no he actin tuff
pussy got put in a blunt

yo bitch wanna fuck
putting my dick on her tongue
im trappin too much
money its never enough

NEVER ENOUGH (PROD. KILLINGFRANCIS/NESIO)

(If u got a problem. Makes some beats)
lyrics:
i got 2 911's in my pocket
fucking i got 2 blunts smoke em then i lay in bed and i rot
2 magazines on my body sending 9 shots
what do i got?
i got bricks in the bungalow finna send a pack out
pockets too fat, cant move bitch im maxed out
mad dog, mad money, living in a mad house
bitch i always knew you wouldnt make it, bitch i had doubts
that boy sent bout 700 for that last ounce
that boy missing every shot i think he tabbed out
bout a 100k thats in the stash now
boutta smoke a pack and then i pass out

dont give a fuck got a beamed and its tucked like my wallet inside of my pocket your folding
im too obsessed with the racks that i got bitch need me a fix of the money im holding
i gotta get all the food on my plate bitch im buying the store like im buying the whole thing
i heard he trynna talk sweet on the mob we pull up with a chop and we made him run, bolting

get what i want and i wont wait
work too damn hard bitch i gotta full plate
too much guap stacked up gotta full safe
you aint got no dough you aint pull weight
i gotta chop and it shoot straight
i gotta cup of the duce
i make the world look like doomsday
i make em spill out koolaid
everyone trying to do what i do but i do it too easy a cool way
imma keep doing my own thing im working too hard and i dont care what you say
he trynna beef but he missing they reading his name on the mf news day
talk to your bitch, she trynna fuck, i told that hoe back touché
hold on let me switch the rhyme scheme
make this bitch look like a crime scene
im always on perfect timing
big truck with the high beams
up now, now they like me
intervals smoking lightning
i promise that im not a hypebeast
i think the louis v like me
when i put the barrel up better duck low
steady getting to the green gotta truck load
hate me but i never give a fuck though
you aint ever gonna catch me up close
12x, gotta new scope
ion need a red dot ion use those
bitch i been a great dane you a poodle
bitch fuck you i aint giving out kudos

searching

Consey