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The person ear raping fucked everything up😪

I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell
I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell

I hope I don’t go to hell oh no
Hood ass nigga making plays counting bands 
Shaking dice and betting cash 
pouring 40s doing donuts before we dash 
A plug with room full of gas 
Crack a pint 
Lean poured
3 fourths 
Drug store
Ask for
Some woods or some paper 
maybe swishers 
I need to smoke up
Dancing with the devil 
she won’t pick up Motorola 
In person Im evil but I’m the realest you’ll ever know love
Sinning I been sinning tell the pastor I been sinning 
i been calling for forgiveness 
I can’t feel it in my spirt
High as a kite smoking woods to the sky
Drunk as a skunk with some smoke up in my lungs
Alcohol to the stomach I dont like it man I love it

I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell
I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell
I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell
I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell

I don’t want no one giving my eulogy 
No one would give it right no one loves me but me
So I hate to see myself go man I had to see me leave
But I had more dead loved ones then I ever do that breathe 
I had some dead presidents that I would call my bestest friends
Familiar faces I hope benji know me when I’m dead
But if he don’t like me that’s AJ okay 
I spent a couple Jacksons on treesh from tinder dates
I fucked a couple hoes that swear fucked me for the fame
Clapping on tour state to state they know my name
Bitch Bras on stage bitch bras on stage
Throw them panties my way throw them panties my way and..

I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell
I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell
I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell
I’m afraid I’m going to hell to hell to helllll to hell hell

Iᗰ GOIᑎG TO…

Lyrics:

Don Juli’ in my cup right now 
It’s 2 o clock and the club shutdown 
Everybody in my circle still around 
But if I had it my way you’d be here right now

2 grams in da gar’ right now
Feeling like a shooting star right now
Might fuck around and go to mars right now
But if i go again I might not ever come down

Yeah, So baby hit me up and ask me what’s the moves

You call up your girls and then I’ll call the crew

All we drinking on is 1942

So what you tryna do?
Oh, oh 

I’ve been up for some days in the city 

Off them shroomies and my niggas tripping with me

I feel like Kenny cuz I know they wanna kill me 

Voices in my head been saying they’ve been out to get me

So I’ve been in the back seat with semi 

Singing some Mariah Carey or some Brittany 

Cuz imma pop star and I know these niggas envy

Blowing through these ounces pouring cognac on kidneys


I hustle harder than these niggas do on camera 

I live my life just like it’s Paper Boi’s Atlanta 

She wanna suck me up and fuck me up on camera 

Just because she got a glimpse inside the glitz and glamour 


But it ain’t nothing like it seem beyond on the surface 

I’m just thankful that a nigga know his purpose 

Remember laying on that floor and feeling worthless 

Now I hop on stage I’m breathing heavy while I’m shirtless 


Tryna pull up in that old school cut-less coupe deville

Tryna feed my family off of saying how I feel 

Tryna be the reason that my bros don’t rob or steal 

If I put that shxt onsoul, then you should know that I’m for real 

I know one day I could make a million of this rapping 
Since so many of these niggas making millions off of capping

Throw that G Shock on my wrist and then I get up in that mode

Living a la mode 

3 2 1 less go

Pretty nigga rocking golf le fleur with my bitch 

CDG stepping on the road to getting rich 

We could tell they faking cuz they lyrics counterfeit 

Everything we do authentic, everything we say legit 

W.O.L.F that’s the clique 

Flow be on corona it got everybody sick 

Call my girl on FaceTime with that B.B on my hip 

She looked me dead inside my eyes and then she bit her bottom lip

Don Julio in my cup right now 
It’s 2 o clock and the club shutdown 
Everybody in my circle still around 
But if I had it my way you’d be here right now

2 grams in da gar’ right now
Feeling like a shooting star right now
Might fuck around and go to mars right now
But if i go again I might not ever come down

What You Tryna Do? (Prod. 1of1naya)

I wanted to try an upbeat surfer-rock song for a little while now as it's one genre that I love to listen to. With this song, I wanted it to be a happier love song compared to the darker ones that I usually do. grayskies really killed it with the production and I love how this song came together. GRAB A BEER, HIT THE BEACH, AND PLAY THIS TRACK WITH YOUR LOVERRR

The Seats in your Automobile

The Seats In Your Automobile [Prod. Grayskies]

This Is Only The Beginning.
 2019 Is The Year The World Starts Over.
Music Will Never Be The Same.
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NotReallyHuman

Damien spent his early years using his imagination and creativity to escape the world around him. He did this through making music, writing short stories, and drawing. By high school, he had already performed with the likes of E40, Tech N9ne, Curren$y, Dizzy Wright, Chris Webby, Hurricane Chris, Snow Tha Product, and other well known artists.  Damien also had his music featured on Shade45 and worked with artists such as Grandmaster Caz, Skyzoo, Bobb’e J Thompson, C-Sick, The Entreproducers, and more. After getting his diploma a year early and moving to California mid 2018, Damien has continued to manifest his dreams and create musical landscapes that reflect his mindset and outlook on life.

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