LIU KANG! ft. Eryxse & VXJOKING (prod.teyzo)

[patrick bateman]
You can dress like me, do you hair like me, talk and walk like me. But the difference between you and I is I’m 1 of a kind, and you cant be more like me.

[hook]
If you want me to like you, be more like me
I look the man in the mirror, I like what I see
Nice shoes, nice pants, and a clean white tee
I’m not narcissistic baby, bitch omg
I really made it for myself and now these bitches comin back
Bitch I Doubled all my money, while I leveled up my stats
All homies going up, and the fakes done left the chat
I put a bitch on for 1 day, but she ain’t ever comin back 
(X2)
[verse]
I don’t want your problems, stfu just leave me lone
Every day some body switching, wtf be going on
They be hating from a distance I can feel it in my bones
Bitch I really just be chillin smokin gas until I’m gone
Dumb boy, fuck boy, get shot down
Crazy how they hatin but I’m cruising on they block now
140 on the dash, im cruising with the top down
like to see me doing bad, I hope you like my Glock sound

Fucks boys tryna copy me
No no you cannot rock with me
That lame shit aint stoppin me
I be making money while you gossiping
X2

[hook]
If you want me to like you, be more like me
I look the man in the mirror, I like what I see
Nice shoes, nice pants, and a clean white tee
I’m not narcissistic baby, bitch omg
I really made it for myself and now these bitches comin back
Bitch I Doubled all my money, while I leveled up my stats
All homies going up, and the fakes done left the chat
I put a bitch on for 1 day, but she ain’t ever comin back 
(X2)

More Like Me (prod.user)

I been ridin' round town 💨

Lyrics:
Yeah, ay, ay, ay
Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

I feel you won’t last when these shots come by 
Keep playing with your life, you finna float like Mike 
Ray Charles when you speak, cause it’s never on sight
But really why you talkin’, when we not the same height?
Look, first things first, they can all get that work
I got a beam and a switch locked in, this might hurt 
Fuck a tombstone, I put his birthday on a shirt
Look, bitch I’m so sick, my sneeze on your hearse
Everytime I step out, someone girlfriend jockin'
Pull up to my show, that’s where I got them flocking
The way we sell out, hell naw we ain’t stoppin' 
And niggas ain’t simping, yo bitch took us shopping 
I'm a five star pimp, like a pimp named slickback
How you love that, when she out here getting dick slapped
She be going crazy everytime I pull this phone out 
And that’s why I can’t trust these hoes, cause look what yours about 

Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

POST UP! (w. Cutty Vibez)

what we could of been doesn’t matter no more 
i used to never not sleep until the money came forward
now i got hella bad hoes at the front door 
now i got a v12 right in front of my porch 
used to wanna be yours until u pulled that shit 
now i’m glad that i’m gone wit a rich type bitch 
new whip chrome black match all of my fits 
do a cleat check bitch, i’ll show you lit 


i’m outside, 45 for the heat 
i take hoes, kill shows wit new slugs in my teeth
passed 4am in the bnb, i really should sleep 
but how can i when this girl trynna get more d

i put my hand around her throat now the bitch locked in 
when i looked into her eyes she like give me your kids 
ohh you really fell in love wit some west side dick
i pull out, paint face, i know her ex feel sick

but i swear she just like these other girls 
so i don’t ever feel bad when i ghost a bitch 
i swear i never think twice about what comes wit this 
cause i gave up on love for a fantasy 

look im next to be and that’s destiny 
so if you get in my way i’m sending led thru beams 
they think playin till the er bring their team 
lights out, i make you never wanna speak to me yeah

WHAT WE COULD OF BEEN (Prod Qrystral)

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~lyrics~
pretty hoes tryna wish me well
get caught make em post my bail
roll down hear da bass
on the side is a drake
for the canes that raising hell
i dont know bout shit
if its not bout me
so watch every word you spell
aint a witch but ill pop out with my broom
taste my brand new shells

sorry girl
turned yo boo to a ghost
make him roll in the grave
when i come through late
tryna get some sunday throat
make his boys behave
fo they meet who made
every man thatd step to the 6
put the boys in a pool
bet it match my tek
that i left up on my wrist
when i went n fuck they bitch

wife beat on the fit
when i came through fast
man i bet they never see me
my watch on red
my bitch got peach
and my money luigi
this aint no game
i got that tendo
tendering these demons
they hit my gram
like sam i am
thing 1 thing 2 i beat it

not doctor seuss
im doctor doom
i send my ammunition quickly
my new chain get hella cold
it got the flu
im feeling sickly
send the shots like a vaccine
i keep the beam when feeling deadly
heaven been waiting for my reaping
they got reservations ready

pretty hoes tryna wish me well
get caught make em post my bail
roll down hear da bass
on the side is a drake
for the canes that raising hell
i dont know bout shit
if its not bout me
so watch every word you spell
aint a witch but ill pop out with my broom
taste my brand new shells

sorry girl
turned yo boo to a ghost
make him roll in the grave
when i come through late
tryna get some sunday throat
make his boys behave
fo they meet who made
every man thatd step to the 6
put the boys in a pool
bet it match my tek
that i left up on my wrist
when i went n fuck they bitch

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KA$H W/ 666SWISH & SLEVPY808

lyrics 

we don’t really talk too much 
bad hoes in the crib
that we brought from the club 
i need 3 more blunts cause 2 not enough 
lights out cause the drank got me floating on 1 
it must be the clout 
y she wanna have fun 
or it might b the hoes 
that done gave a nigga some 
either way she got slashed 
like a scream movie huh 
so i took a flic pullin on hair like i won  
look 

195 5 more on the dashboard
Keep my blunt smokey like ngata when I transport
Boutta 100 packs sittin packed in a jansport 
Throw a dog a bone  I threw a dollar and he ran for it 

Walking up on opposition poppin when I slide with it 
I might buy the choppa pop it out and homicide with it 
4 5 blunts  got then askin  why my eyes different 
Everytime I hop up in the whip im tryna die in it 

Okay wait,  ill make your grave, its tailor made,  
Check the date, boy you meetin fate I pop out like them blades
Hit a stain and I dissapate, we working through then eiggths
Make tsunami type waves, other rappers looking washed up  

Leave em im the dirt motherfuckers gettin boxed up
When I hit the pedal you gon know that this is not stock 
Dead politicians in my pocket thats a dark knot  
Blowin out the speakers make your motherfuckin heart stop

hook 

what tha mothafuck is u talkin bout nigga run away
i can promise you and your homies aint fuckin heavyweights
imma get to cleavin an slicin u niggas anyway
takin what the fuck that im wanting cus i dont fuckin wait
im like ok
all these artists talkin they dont get it they all wonder how we do it we gettin it independent
motherfuck your fuckin label an management for a minute
i been out here on my own w my brothers its how we livin
like shit 

i don need no flowers imma grow em on my own
really i would rather jus be smokin at my home
the people want a phantom doin damage so i go
im cleavin through a demon for no reason he a ho
x2

SCREAM - CUTTY VIBEZ X DELIRIUM X Notions (Prod. By Qrystral)

lyrics 

speed it up 
drop it down 
bitch yike it 
yike it yike it yike it yike it 
toot it up 
drop it down 
bitch yike it 
yike it yike it yike it yike it 
x2

only bad hoes fuck wit my taste 
she a bad one 
oooweee get replaced 
i’m an asshole 
the type she gone taste  
i leave her scarred up 
to triple my 8s 
look

a couple thousand off distro 
i’m paid 
hella ks in the whip 
i’m too fast for a race 
if a shnerd talk mainey 
i got a switch for a face 
send a bitch for a play 
dumb zigga finna pay 

i got lots nd lots nd lots of dough
when u move like a god  
u get lots of hoes 
she wanna take my soul 
like i ain’t die before 
maybe that’s y i’m on 
cause morning star took on 

let’s get it back on 13 
drop it down quick for me 
a nice sip of this patron 
bring rest out for me 
i like when i’m fucked up 
wit a geek bar near me 
if i need to bounce back 
pop the yerb right to me aye 

speed it up 
drop it down 
bitch yike it 
yike it yike it yike it yike it 
toot it up 
drop it down 
bitch yike it 
yike it yike it yike it yike it 
x2

i can’t fuck with no hoe if she average 
she be wearing make up with the filter 
she a catfish
give a fuck if it’s real or if it’s plastic 
pick it up and drop it back down if you a bad bitch 

judge (aye) 
can I milly rock?
cuzz this baddie wit a fattie tryna yike it on the cock
she tryna see the fit, she wanna eat the dick 
i ask her if she serious
she said “I plead the 5th”

don’t pull up to the club if you frontin
Im tryna see some ass and some pussy and titties poppin buttons
If you barely moving hips then you stunned
I’ma get the lube, make it move, and I’ll bust it wide open 
and I roll

bitch cause the squad gone smoke 
and i pour the good liquor down your mf throat
see the dick girl go nd ride it like a bike bitch 
buss it down low to the floor 
baby yike it

speed it up 
drop it down 
bitch yike it 
yike it yike it yike it yike it 
toot it up 
drop it down 
bitch yike it 
yike it yike it yike it yike it 
x2

YIKE IT - CUTTY VIBEZ X SLEVPY808 (PROD BY QRYSTRAL)

CITY BOYZ

DejaVu

Gaslight Gospel
The preacher’s lantern flickered like a dying heartbeat as he stepped onto the cracked wooden stage. The congregation—twisted faces lit by the dim glow—hung on every word, even as the shadows behind them danced in mockery.
“Believe,” he whispered, voice thin as smoke. “Even when the light tells you otherwise.”
A girl in the front row raised her hand. “But… what if the light lies?”
The preacher smiled, teeth sharp in the gloom. “Child, the light always lies. That’s why we follow it.”
He opened the worn Bible, its pages curling like autumn leaves. Every verse seemed to twist, letters bending into shapes that made your brain itch. He read on, each word a spark against the dark, each sentence a hand on your shoulder, steady but untrustworthy.
By the end of the sermon, everyone was trembling, some from devotion, some from doubt—they could no longer tell the difference. The preacher closed the book with a final snap, and the lantern guttered. Darkness swallowed the room.
In the silence, one thing was clear: faith had become a shadow, and the shadow was the only gospel anyone would ever know.