Forsaken

She said she like my dreads when i swang em

Toe tag a pussy boy think he bangin

No woods up in my pockets but im serrated

Glock 19 to the head now he shaken

Shouldnt have fucked with me

Im the creep from the street

Black boy skin like tar get off of me

Im an anomaly 

So many casualties 

Dead man runnin down the street

45 it be at ya teeth 

Cool down time is nothin

Boy im up in yo fuckin dreams

Talk that shit on the road bitch you folded

When I roll 44 bitch im zoning 

Homicide on the low but im focused

Gold plated to my dome I aint gone yet

Dial tone on the phone leave me alone bitch 

Roll up that dope then go home bitch 

Need to get out my dome I can’t focus 

Go to sleep in the mornin I can’t cope bitch

Produced by Xantu

SERRATED

Untitled

Black puffer on black boots dont talk to me

Mint harley shirt motor sport be the company

Dont wine and dine i get served my wine by butlers b

Spider silk robes papa bones gave me clarity

My eyes fade to black inside of my mind

My head hurts bad would you tell me the time 

a quater to 3 in the morning oh my

Step my foot outta my room demons in my sight 

Tippin with that 45 its pointed to my head

Ooo my finger slipped im ending all the dread

Walk through the mirror enter the black abyss

A siren awaits me and tells me to come in

She drags me to the bottom of the sea

I see all my friends and family flee

I watch as my reflection leaves me

It looks at me so scarily

Produced by ALLXBEATS

REFLECTION

Banshee in the woods thats what i be 

Vhs tape up on the screen

Static in my brain i cant see my feet

Spider do they thang all around me

Sirens call me down to the ocean

Grab my skin im off that potion

Clear water but it turn black

When i enter it dont look back

All eyes on me you watchin fo free

Ill never sell my soul for a pink slip g

Could get already but id rather keep my piece

Of the pie drink this wine then i go back to sleep

Produced by flowers in narnia

BANSHEE

Starter jacket on my back

Ridin in the cadillac 

Clips and rags im grippin mags

Cause you wanna lolligag 

Break off yo limps

Rip out yo tounge 

Pick out yo nails

Nigga you done 

I might be crazy cause this kinda fun

My torture chambers got you slumped

Break yo neck with the snap of my fingers

You think im not around but shadows will tell my soul lingers 

My Foot steps clean the earth

My bodies toxins feed the birds

Grow trees kill the weeds

Call me the gardener

Produced by flowers in narnia

THE GARDENER

In the back of the cat with the windows down

Stepin to dead end gotchu lookin like drowned

Bugs on yo face shoulda stayed in the house

But you came out talkin shit like you proud

I be stackin bread like the pillsbarry dough boy

Ro- roll up on me now you cant go home boy

Shoes laced masked faced but you alone boy

5 star general shit with that chrome boy

Back up knees tucked now you lookin fucked up

 shoulda never stepped to me

 cause bitch you got me stunned uh

CATTY

Yea im pushin up the weight like im tryna get it off of me

Face tats diamonds gleem yea you lost it g

Runnin like a track star jesse owens b

Im real in the field 

Chriogenic watch yo ass freeze

Get back get back

4x4 with a bomb in the back

Take yo ass ransack yo pad 

Then leave you in a body bag

Tied up in a lake 

That be yo last mistake

Dead face dead face 

scream my name in the rain 

Black skin hair blowin in the wind

I spit gold while yo diamond made of tin 

Enchated flow my voice engraved in stone

Blow up the microphone then walk home

Back from the crypt pearls all on my skin

My tomb in the back they tried to keep me in

I been down since the creation of sound

Now i came back from the dead to air you out

Produced by SXTH

CRYPT

Blow off the top real quick

Cobwebs in the dash im wipin 

Dirt on me dumpster diving 

90 on the dash look like im flyin

In a higher bracket yea we devided

Ghost in yo door way got you cryin 

Left no footprints im not there bitch

Back in the days put you down in a ditch

My wrist aint froze it dead 

Cold bones my blood aint red

Skin so cold ill be damned 

Water souce is from the land

Shoes got rips theres mud on my sock

Destructed denim thats never dropped

Dark black nights find me on the walls

Painting the city with words and art

Life never been right to me 

Cold sweats and anxiety

Ptsd got me leanin rockin 

sick to my stomach Just stop it

Wake up heart beating fast

Eyes blurry skin feel like ash

Back to the bed watch me go

Layin i hurt no more

Produced by GREY

FROZE

Seen my friend die killed me inside No id never be the same

Fighting my thoughts in the night time kill myself in the rain

Bleed out phone on the couch cant call my homies anyway

Dont got enough strength inside of my head

To take all this pain

Face melt in the night time when i dont sleep

Brain ran into over drive i cant fuckin see

Cob webs up inside of my mind where the spiders creep

19 aint deserve to die why you leave me 

Tats on his face got a heart on his hand 

Them drugs got to him took his life fast damn 

I look to the sky with a search for a plan

Only saw black clouds rainin down on this land

I know your watching over me right now

Hope its comfy where you at my friend

You deserve the world glad yo pain could end

Till the end hope i make it till the end

Produced by ELX

ROBBIN

dead phone cant talk right now

See you in a week oh wow

90 on the freeway how 

Back of my mind said slow the fuck down

No money in my bank account

But the hood i gotta make it out

Dark nights make the cold hurt ow

Glued to my bed i cause i cant stay down

Wrist aint froze 

The top aint dropped

Theres mold in the walls

The door dont lock 

Castle in my dreams 

Black walls witha clock

On day ima climb my way to the top

Cause im cracked with the shit 

Joy stick i hit 

Roll up the dough 

Then i relapse on the mic 

Thats real 

Change up the game 

Screamin my name

Cant see my face

Gon for the day

fuck how you feel 

Man fuck a wraith 

I sqwash these snakes 

With 22s on the big body candy coup deville

Ride with the fye 

You gonna die 

Step to me yo tounge gettin tied

Just another day in the field

Bettah pack yo bags the dead man is back

5% of the cadillac

you flyin through the windshield

Explode up the mic

Cut off the lights 

Go back to my tomb

I guess ill I see you in a little

 Produced by YUNGMEXICANBIH

dead face

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