Ppl are fake ASF, once you see their colors believe em. Worst or best

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Rx Papi - Speed Limit (Prod. SenseiATL)

Rx Papi - CatDawg Ft. Tony Shhnow (Prod. SenseiATL)

If you’ve ever cried so hard your throat went numb…
If you’ve ever smiled through the panic…
If you've ever bled just to feel something real...
Then this one’s for you.

I see you.
Not the mask - the flicker underneath.
The forced smile, the quiet grief.
The shaking hands behind the laugh,
The fake “I’m fine” - yeah, I know that path.

I’ve worn pain like my favorite hoodie,
Hid behind “I’m just tired” and “busy.”
I’ve kissed the edge and called it home,
Sat in crowds but died alone.

They think we’re fragile - but we’re flame.
They think we’re broken - but we remain.
We don’t bleed for pity - we bleed to feel,
‘Cause scars like mine?
They fucking heal.

For the ones who cry in the shower,
Then step out like they’ve got power.
For the ones who break, then try again -
Even when their soul says “end.”

This is for the warriors with tear-stained fists,
For the scars that say, “I still exist.”
We are not weak. We are divine.
This world’s afraid… of scars like mine.

They praise strength - but only when it looks clean.
But we’re the ones who fight in the in-between.
We don’t quit - we just crack and crawl,
Still show up when we’ve lost it all.

We’ve buried friends and almost joined,
Felt our hearts collapse in noise.
But we stayed - no medals, no fame,
Just the courage to wake up again.

Say it with me:
I’m still here.
I’m still real.
I still feel.
These scars don’t shame - they shield.
These scars don’t hide -
They reveal.

For the ones who cry in the shower,
Then step out like they’ve got power.
For the ones who broke, then stood again -
Said “fuck this world,” but still let it in.

This is for the quiet, the fierce, the kind -
The ones with fire stitched through the spine.
We are not weak. We are the sign -
Of what survives…
Through scars like mine.

So if no one’s said it lately...
I'm proud of you.
Not for winning.
But for staying.

Scars Like Mine

The Sound of Madness

Second Chance

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Colors

Weathered

My Sacrifice

Leave a Whisper

Simple Man (Rock Version)

[VERSE I: WHO BOY BOY]

definition of the living dead
got a dead bitch giving head
tulip flowers growing on my bed
rust and blood settle on my lead
broken soul but i'm breaking bread
head dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off
but no swinging like a helicopter
got it covering this chopper
spitting out them yoppas
got the drama with the lama
i can get you to nirvana
run them pockets proper
we create our own karma
balboa out the magnolia
northside soulja
need the keys to the rover
yung scarecrow

[VERSE II: LIL WAAAAAA]

ruby the fucking ape
ruby the fucking orangutan
mumbling nothing
just the discussion of public destruction
i'm up in flames
the soulja by the lake
feeling like i'm in the navy, but i pull up in the tank 
sipping the tang out of an AK
kangaroo the next lane
lame move you looking plain
can't redo the flex mane
camo on my body like i just got back from war
i heard a bang in the bank
ben frank on the floor
back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
i'm trying to finesse the lesser into something more
i'm drawing a blank on who the fuck you is

KILL YOURSELF Part XII: The Dark Glacier Saga

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Colors

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