[VERSE I: Anthony Mars]
yo light that cigarette
i'm tripping
ash it on my bitches
taking my dose
i never skip it
still in my hood up pistol gripping
still got 100 blunts
got that bape up in my cup
stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
wetto the king of the GREY
self park i don't fuck with valet
sheesh
private jet fuck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay
no i'm never okay
bitch stop asking
came up and supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy
running and ducking the slammer
thinking bot cocking the hammer
the lights the glitter the glamour
none of this shit even matters
none of this shit made me happy
wound up in rehab instead of a casket
locking me up and they had the rooms padded
made a straight jacket my fashion

[VERSE II: Norman Atomic]
ruby that motherfucker
grim reaping
i'm undercover
soul seeking
i found another bitch who's thinking that i'm her lover
no
reason i keep on shrugging
blunt is cashed let's keep 'em coming
only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
i'm a pro at self doubt but i doubt i'll ever know 
that these bitches want me to fly 'em out all because i upped the glow
all these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
and talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough
all this fame is such a curse sometimes i wish i was a ghost
watch me raise the fucking dead next time i'm on stage at a show

[OUTRO: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
haunted, haunted
i can't escape my mind
it's like i'm doing time all the time
exhausted, lost it
just one little line
have this talk with god all the time

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

1000 Blunts

1000 BLUNTS

[VERSE I: Lord of Loneliness]
ruby be pulling these hoes all over the globe
but still i'm alone putting shit up my nose
all of the money, the cars, and the clothes
it comes and it goes
one day i'll be ready to gather my bones
dig me a hole
say goodbye as my two eyes start to close
but that day ain't even close
all of yall leave me alone
leave me alone
who the fuck won't copy us?
no stopping us
she blocked me cause i'm stocking up on foxy sluts and shoddy cuffs
no roxy dust
i'm oddy nuff
the next bitch who wanna lock me up i'm knocking up
the rope in my hand keeps knotting up
i'm so tired of thinking i'm not enough

[VERSE II: Lil Remains]
pull up in a drop top
(why?)
people tryna take what's mine
(who?)
people i called my friends
(where?)
people i called my fam, goddamn
speed dial my style for a fix
(when?)
right now and i don't wanna hear shit
(wait what?)
i tell a hoe take off before i cut the dope off
living too painful to quit
i been dreaming of a reason not to paint the fucking ceiling with my brains and mypain
that's just how the fuck i'm feeling
tired of hurting
feeling worthless
is this God thing really working?
pointless searching for a purpose
meet me at my service

In Constant Sorrow

IN CONSTANT SORROW

[VERSE I: Wetto]

it's the pimp player
money maker
body layer
say a prayer
hoe stacking
pistol packing
white boy with the permed hair
choppa sprizzay 
what the biz say
i just brought a cold front
to the sizzouth
gold mizzouth
ice out like a storefront
slick spit that mack shit
make the track hit
ain't no time for a whack bitch unless the mouth sick
face down in the mattress
make that back dip
make her feel like an actress in a porno flick
ride off in a Benz thang
took off with no trace
psychopathic with that 9 mane
i might catch a case
mask on or the mask off
it don’t make no difference cuz I slide with them killas, mane
they don’t leave a witness
heard you tipping to the feds, mane
must be off your meds, mane
pissing in his pants when i put that chrome to his head, mane
leave him dead, mane
saved his boys some head pain
one less snitch in the gang
that's a net gain
bet, mane
heard it was that anna you was checking for
ruger, choppa, semi
what the fuck i need a vest for?
have them hoes tweaking like a despo
smoking on a blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go
damn bro
wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp
never simp
bring your beef to god because i'm heavent sent
talk that playa shit
hoes they circumvent
shout out project pat
mista don't play and i been leaning since

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im angola bound
going down to the southside of the lake
riding round town
plotting on whos shit im bout to take
if it's fake ima sell it
if it's real ima sell it
outside of the lexus forest green 
i know you jealous
born a warlord out the ward of the seventh
all these deadly sins i think the fifth made me a felon
begging for armageddon 
i got eleven virgins waiting for me heaven
bitch i ain't stressing
pimp a bitch just because
blanco never need a reason, hoe
never tell these hoes a secret unless you wanna leak it, hoe
seen a ghost but i was puffin piff up in the mirror
you want smoke?
fit you in a coffin then ill say it clearer 
i got corners in gentilly where we slang that millie bobbie brown
never been on trial cuz the bodies wasn't ever found
thats how we do em down south
bayou style 
feed the gators when them rats start running wild
tryna bite my style
i got skulls floating in the swamp
i got bones covered up in moss
blanco burnin up a fuckin cross
all my demons know whos fucking boss
ooweeoo
who are you?
ruby rougarou
holla hootie hoo when you see them boys in baby blue
ooweeoo
who are you?
blanco in a coupe
uzi out the roof raining bullets

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Chateau Gris

CHÂTEAU GRIS

No hoes while blowing smoke Os(feat. Biozees)

downtown

GODS (w/ Lil Tracy)

lyrics:
you don’t have to lie 
you won’t last
survive the fall
so small without me
we don’t have to die
we don’t have to 
if we never were alive

sitting in my room watching anime
laminate tops of the ramen eating ten a day
i just wanna vibe 
i don’t wanna slide to your party already tied up
honey why you cry 
hold my heart
wiping your eyes up
but it’s raining
i’m paying for something real
shared experiences, meals, and the 
ways we tend to feel
i don’t need a record deal
i’m amazing on my own 
and i reckon all the labels decided to hit my
phone simultaneous for reasons extraneous
yeah they see i hit a million and they see
how “in fame he is”
but they’ll never know my talent
love my fans or what pain he is in
keep saying my name you was
never really the brainiest kid

why’d i wait to do what the fuck i wanted to
i like my fate
you tryna deduce the honest truth
i might pray for you and it is my honor to
try not waste away

(chorus)

still sitting in my room watching animations
stay patient and you can change the whole nation
spit it abrasive cuz real art is evasive 
but not a race 
it’s not about whatchu can get away with 
i made this song half a decade ago
i think it’s funny how they call hindsight 2020
i’ve made a lot of money and lost a lot of friends 
but made a lot more family til the end 
blueberry pie that’s that food for your soul
til i grow cold spit shit bolder then control + b 
on the pc 
rap till i d-i-e 
spread love til i’m no longer me

i can’t wait 
to do what the fuck i want
gotta decide my fate
you trying to find the truth
every night i pray 
for you and it is my honor to
sing for you today

(chorus)

blueberry pie (2020 + 2025) (prod. tsuyunoshi)

Catfish Billy 2

Trunk Muzik Returns

Catfish Billy

DANCE MOTHER FUCKER MOVE YOUR PANTS!

LYRICS:

BOY YOU ACTING LIKE A DUMB ASS NIGGA
BITCH STOP SITTING ON YA THUMB ASS NIGGA
RUN
RUN TIL YOU’RE DONE ASS NIGGA
GET THE FUCK OFF OF YO BUM ASS NIGGA

HUH, MY MOMMA PLAYED BOB MARELY
YUH, HE WAS SMOKING GRASS LIKE BARLEY
PULL THE FUCK UP BIG CHOPPER LIKE A HARLEY
(GNARLY) BITCH I FEEL LIKE CHRIS FARLEY!


NOT SUPPOSED TO FUCK WITH NO BITCH ASS NIGGAS
WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS A BITCH ASS NIGGA?

ON TOO MANY DRUGS TO CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU ON ABOUT
TOO MANY DRUGS TO REMEMBER WHAT THE SONG ABOUT

OOGA OOGA BOOGA LIKE OOGA BOOGA LIKE OOGA NIGGA
KNEW HER FROM THE SEWER I GREW LIKE TUBA SHE BLEW A NIGGA

RUNNING DOWN THE STREET IN MY UNDERWEAR I’M A CAR NIGGA
SUN IS ON MY MEAT IM A HUMAN BEING, I ARE NIGGA


AM HERE, AS IN NOT A FAKE ASS NIGGA
AINT NOBODY CARE ABOUT YO CAKE ASS NIGGA

WHAT YOU COPPIN THAT FIGURES!
GET TO HOPPING LIKE TIGGER,

TIGER
MOTHER FUCKER I AM A FIGHTER

BRIGHTER
OPEN YO MIND UP WIDER

YUH!
MOTHER FUCKER WHERE IS MY LIGHTER?

YUH
MOTHER FUCKER WHERE IS MY LIGHTER?
I GOT NO TIME CUZ I GOT NO WRITER!

I GOT NO TIME I BE SELF ANIMATING
I’D RATHER DO IT MYSELF THAN BE WAITING

IM WITH MY NIGGAS WE SIPPING THAT HENNESSY
LIKE MEN IN BLACK IT BE WIPING YO MEMORY

YUH
IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE THE MATRIX
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS AINT SHIT AND THEY HATE THIS

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE TRINITY
BITCH YOU GO 100? BITCH IM GOING TO INFINITY

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE NEO
CANT FUCK WITH NO HOE I FEEL LIKE D-LO

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE KEANU
IMMA GO FAR BITCH IM TRYNA GO BEYOND YOU

AROUND YOU 
I COULD GO UNDER IF I NEED TO

BREATHE TOO SLOW THEN A NIGGA TURN SEE THROUGH

TOO HOT FOR A NIGGA THINK WE COOL

YOU AINT GETTING NOTHING FROM A NIGGA FOR FREE FOOL


IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE AN AGENT
BUT AINT NO FED I BE IN THE PIT RAGING

PATIENT
LIL NIGGA PLEASE BE PATIENT
GOT UP ON STAGE RIGHT UP OUT OF THE BASEMENT
CRACKS

IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE DARK ONE
WILL SMITCH GRIPPING THAT CRICKET LIKE DART GUN
SPARK ONE

ALL BLACK (PROD. WENDIGO)

The Long Road

Someday

I’m 18 
6,3
I got a lot of shitty tatts🤷🏻‍♂️
I guess you could call me a rapper

No hoes while blowing smoke Os(feat. Biozees)

CLUEMANE

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