Roulette

Air Kissing (feat. Robin Guthrie & Siobhan De Mare)

[VERSE I: Ruby da Archangel]

sold my soul to the GREY
became a household name
i claimed my grave and chained my name
i'm out the game
i don't play to win
i don't play at all and win by default
i climbed to the top just to see how far down i would fall
looked up at the heavens and thought it looked small
below me a valley a demons constantly scheming
i looked back down thinking "fuck all of yall"
i came into this world as an accident
blazing trails just to get a whiff of that blackened scent
pull up in the porsche if the benz got in an accident
fuck
ima have to get my car wrapped again
i'm back again 
back against the wall
tryna live it up before the curtain falls
white knuckle grip holding up my GREY cabal
any questions?
give one of my managers a call

[VERSE II: Lil Apache]
used to hide from the pigs now it's the IRS
wetto stil white trash 
fuck all the alphabets
ain't a damn thing changed but the change i got
all these chains came from pain and the blame i rock
just gimme the drop
gimme the spot
gimme the time
gimme the place
ringing the 9
bringing the mob
keeping the iron by my waist
off of the lines like a race
my decline gave me space to get my ind to redefine what the fuck i'm looking for today
so it's fuck an intro
fuck what you think you know
"scrim was better on dope"
fuck i heard that before
pulling crowds like the pope
heard your broke and it shows
i won't say no names though but he got a cameo
$UICIDE til the murder show
been getting head all around the globe
backstage hoes tell em tally-ho
maybe oddy though

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Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Genesis

GENESIS

[VERSE I: Yung Christ]
i got the glock in my yoga pants
fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
swanging that K in an open stance
loaded from smoking that opium
stain a lil boy in the clothes he's in
all of my walls they closing in
5150
they tryna come get me
just minding my business and moseying
matte black
smoking packs
panic attacks back to back
xanax on my lap debating 
should i relapse?
but back to the hoe i was talking bout
i just wanna put it up in her mouth
pimping up in my blood
wassup cuz?
thuggin that dirty south
four letter
two numbers bitch
GREY*59
three fingers in the air
main bitch by my side
slicky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter
young jesus with them forgi wheels
don't walk he drive on water
anytime, anyplace
any hood, any state
good til i fucking ain't
woods to the fucking face
riding with my baby Sage
lines on expensive plates
tears on my diamond chains
stoic never looking phased
poet when i'm spitting game
show me how that pussy shaved
dosage climbing with my shame
mama crying for my pain
will they ever understand?
can i even help my dad?
money fucking up my fam
giving until there's nothing left
pulling up in that latest "damn!"
chopper stay on me 
don't need no hands
prefer to be lonely 
don't need no friends
hoe we just fucking i don't date fans
i'm with my cousin and talking plans
went to my hood and copped some land
blowing through my money like democrats
2 step on the IRS fuck a tax



[VERSE II: Romeo da Black Rose]
why the fuck you look to me for help?
there ain't an ace in the cards i was dealt
i'm 31
still don't know how to take care of myself
honestly i'm scared that i might melt
leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
maybe in the next life i'll come back as a nice belt
i don't know
there's a fine line between me and you
the biggest difference is i'll snort that shit and prolly puke
dodge and juke all the bullshit yall try and put me through
but i'm shining
babygirl wylin
catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
palm starts to sweat by the way i'm gripping my 9
yeah i'm always on my toes but i'm still the same height
standing tall over my grave
make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
i can't put 'em on my wall that shit just ain't my taste
lil shawty wanna marry me
i said "you're better off in debt"
if it didn't work out, baby, i'd be real hard to forget
germans whips and private jets
private beaches to access
fuck on me, baby
i'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat
i ride for my family that's GREY*59
try and be all i can be and not waste my time
on the brink of insanity
i can't make up my mind
yeah i battle my vanite and think i'm blind

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Matte Black

MATTE BLACK

DEAD HIPPIE - SNOW HILL HOTEL [PROD.BY DEAD HIPPIE]

DEAD HIPPIE- Ghoulishness [PROD.BY DEAD HIPPIE]

I dont want to talk (I just want to die)

https://youtu.be/izL1Nt_fKoM

Download: tinyurl.com/o5ts6lw

Produced by Greaf

one and only
mack like roni
mannie fresh jiggin into motherfuckin home base
damier checks thats a motherfuckin cold case
lookin all around and its nothin like the old place
whoa
black rob when i open up my eyes im the first one surprised
when im lookin like whoa
use to pay in quarters now we pull up the store
baby run on through the door like go
team never gave a fuck sesh forever going up
every second of the day every breathe thats in my lungs
everytime i fumigate turn the breeze to a gust
drop it down where you stay

we could stop drop and roll forever
cuz fires happen no matter the weather
you can hope for the best but you know the worst might come

just leave my body somewhere dark 
put all my things in a box on the porch

fade into the scene 
know its bones
no "who's he?"
so they pull they cameras out and zoom like boosie
fruits of my labor all my fruits from the neigbors 
i dont bend for no favors bitch i give em every flavor
moves everyday and thats how ive remainded
ever since nigo had the ice cream chain
back when a hundred dollars sounded like a dream
now its hundred times that every time i scream
the bandwidth way too ligh for me
i break the servers i fry the machine
see people never really took a liking to me
up until now they go from sour to sweet

we could stop drop and roll forever
cuz fires happen no matter the weather
you can hope for the best but you know the worst might come

just leave my body somewhere dark 
put all my things in a box on the porch


Bones - TheDifferenceBetweenUs (Prod. by Greaf)

Vacant

how we felt that day. 

 @azathoth on the beat
@brysonmcgee & @fernvndo on the mixing

going away. x fernvndo  prod. lucent_

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[VERSE 1: YUNG $CARECROW]

bitches at my burial
trying to touch
$lick so grey no running blood
skull 2 feet he's covered up with dead vines, crows, and liquid Tuss
suicidal holocaust
for the dead i shed a tear
cut fuck boys from ear to ear
you never see me creeping near
triple six
lord infamous
dedicate my soul to he
the scarecrow that had birthed me
screaming Ricky RIP
creep like Koopsta
trizzy trick
the devil's playground in my head
live through me until i am dead
new orleans born but memphis bred

[VERSE 2: YUNG MUTT]

i know motherfuckers wanna be grey
burn a cig in your wrist cauterize your fuckin vein
what a shame fuck boy think he know the game but he don't know shit
cut off his head hand his body to $lick
told him "Do something with this"
burn it into ash
no, put him in a ditch
put him in the trash
even in death he ain't shit
bitch boy didn't even make the motherfucking list
and still Ruby ceases to exist
a whisper in the wind
a whisper on your bitch's lips
spill two drinks for the demons and sins 
i committed to nothing but i committed nonetheless
six wishes for death
holding my breath i got six digits
no seventh number except for my residence
bitch i'm not heaven sent not sent to heaven
got sixes and crucifixes
praisethedevil

I dont want to talk (I just want to die)

SICKBOY

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