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stereoRYZE & $uicideboy$ - Die From $uicide

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Grey Sheep

BLACK BEARD [PROD. STEREORYZE]

My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

KILL YOURSELF (Part III)

FREE DOWNLOAD: germjeezus.bandcamp.com
PROD. BUDD DWYER
ENGINEERED MIXED/MASTERED: @CASHMERECHASE

FUCK Y'ALL HOES (FEAT. $UICIDEBOY$)

WISHMASTER PROD BY LVCXD DRXVMXR

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

bitch i feel like tungsten
lungs itch from crumbling piff
a dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips
i summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell
yeah, i got fungus growing in my stomach because i'm chugging wishes from the wishing well
watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams
you will never perfect them
smoking weed while i'm texting affections to your hoe named alexis
adding her to my collection
told her pull up to the 7th
i got one zip of that dumb shit but no protection
now the blunt's lit
she's a punk bitch
to my recollection, pussy like a dungeon
got me mumbling
now i'm flexing at the function
G*59 we run shit

[VERSE II: GERM]

ran up on 'em with the terror squad
i swear to god
up north, i'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoe
my woes with me on that rambo flow
kick down the door
we don't knock
we send shots
touchdown
i got the pack
roll that sit back
no lack
trusty burner relax on my lap
i got yo bitch on my dick
audemaur wrist so slick
dripping all wet on my shit
i wish a nigga would come claim his bitch
i got flame for that shit
respect ain't shit
yall niggas ain't shit
this shit is sickening
never stopping, DN$ the limitless
running, ruling i need infinite
aw shit
roll my dope
bang hoes with my bros
roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke.

[VERSE III: $LICK $LOTH]

seven grams in the raw cone
fuck boy, it's my dick you can jump off
oh lord, i just popped me a xan bar
hold court when i ride with the pistol grip
talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average
bet sensei one stack if he smashed
woke up in the AM i heard that he passed it
migo and meth and lil germ hit her backwards
northside shawty got the 40 and the gaudy
purgatory is where i reside
east side of highway fifty nine
west side that m i crooked letter crooked letter i p p i
we don't see time
we don't decline, but we stay high
shadows under them street lights
keep hoes out of my sight
germ said he got that potent
ruby told meth to roll it
know we keep the best of green, so you know i'm smoking

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - OBEY THE WALRUS

https://G59RECORDS.COM

[VERSE I: SHAWTY BURN-A-CHURCH]

grey five nine signed
rough diamonds tryna shine
christ and i
$uicide
you know i'm diving head when crucified
lucifer cried when i told him i'm choosing to die
noose and a knife
but i ain't use the knife to loosen the noose 
keep it tight
abusin the truth that's a lie
fuck boy with a ski mask think he gon rob me blind
fuck boy better think fast when he cock the nine
fuck boy better sink back in that fuckin spine
second guessin crime
7th ward where i snort a slug and cross the fucking line
yet another line inside the cup
another line you should look up
another line that shook you up
i signed the line for lucifer

[VERSE II: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

five nine til i'm dead
bitch i'm grey til the death
never gave a fuck bout dyin no
even when i was a jit
pop a jig
load the rig with that motherfuckin china white
fuck it if i die tonight
im gambling with my fuckin life
west bank/northside til the coffin ride
who am i?
i am god
i am basquiat
yung kurt cobain with the scarred veins
mentally derranged
hear the crows say my name?
i'm just wastin my time
i'm just wastin my breath
why can't i just die?
why can't i go next?
why we get no respect?
why i loved holding tecs?
xanax bar on my neck
i pop em
pop em til death
this ain't no motherfuckin trend
everyday feels like the end
feed me, feed me medicine
so i can't feel my sins

KILL YOURSELF Part XI: The Kingdom Come Saga

YOU'RE NOW TUNING IN TO 66.6 FM WITH DJ RAPTURE (THE HOTTEST HOUR OF THE EVENING)

[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]
IM PULLIN UP WIT DA RATCHET BOY
PUT DEM BULLETS THRU YOUR JACKET BOY
MR. NEVER SNITCHING
DONT BOTHER ASKING BOY
BAD SHIT WITH LIL GERM
WE PULLIN CAPPERS BOY

DIRTY KITCHEN WHIPPING
TRAP HOUSE MY FALL BACK
POSITION
ONLY VISIT WHEN IM FIENDIN OR ITCHING
THEY CALL ME MR.FIX IT 
MY AMBITIONS AS A RIDER
ITS THE CRACKER PAC
SERVING ROCKS OUT MY SOCK
GOTTA KEEP DA BLOCK HOT

[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

TOO BAD YOU'RE A FUCKIN HATER
MUTT THE FUCKIN NUT
BREATHIN MARIJUANA
KATANA SWINGIN
SPLITTIN HUNNID DOLLA CUTS
I CUT A FUCKIN RAZOR
RUSTY BLADE
STUFFING GUTS AND FUCKIN BITCHES UP
AND NOW MY BLUNT ABOUT TO BUST
I GOT A BUNCH OF CRATERS IN MY FUCKIN BRAIN
WHEN I ARRIVE I'M LEAVIN PLENTY STAINS BEHIND
I'LL SEE YOU LATER
GORILLA MASK 
I'LL CROSS THE LINE
BANANA CLIPS 
I'LL RIP OUT YOUR SPINE AFTER I FUCK AN ALLIGATOR

[VERSE III: GERM]

I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK THAT'S ON YOUR FACE WHEN I WALK IN THE PLACE
I'M WIT THESE SAVAGES
SHOOT YOU IN YOUR FACE
FUCKIN ROUND
LIT MY CIG WITH A PAD AND PEN
BETTER BET I'M BALLIN
ROSTER FULL OF SCHOLARS
NIGGA DON'T PLAY NO GAMES
NIGGA RUN UP ON YOU COCKED
AIM FOR THAT BRAIN
SECURE THE BAG BITCH I NEED ALL CHANGE
YUNG NIGGA FADED
PLEASE STAY OUT MY LANE
BLUE HUNDON
BET YOUR BITCH KNOW MY NAME
RIDIN'
PROVIDIN' WAY FOR THE SHEEP
THUMPER TUCKED BY MY SACK WHILE I SLEEP
GIVE NO FUCKS
COUPLE HOES IN MY BRONCO TRUCK
BEER CAN DAN DON'T NEED NO LUCK

Bad Shit Bootleg

RUKUS (FEAT. $UICIDEBOY$) [PROD. BUDD DWYER]

OUT DA GATE YALL AINT SEE ME
ROLLIN UP ONLY DA FINEST STUFF
BACK IT ON UP BALLERS ONLY YOU CANNOT TOUCH
ME IM OFF DA SCENE
I DONT NEED NOBODY UNLESS YOU GOT GREENS CHEESE
AND REVENUE DUDE
AND DO I NEED TO MENTION MY POCKETS PREGNANT TOO
HA
CHECK YO BEDROOM BET YO BITCH GOTTA SHRINE WIT
MY BALLSACK FLICKED UP ON A PEDESTAL
IM DAT GUY BEEN TELLING YOU 
YOU RAW DAWG OR NAH DAWG
FUCKED EM WIT DA THUMPER
HAUL EM OFF

LOOK AT ME NOW
STILL BLEEDING FUCK IT LEMME ROCK 
CUZ YOU OUT HERE LOOKIN DUSTY
BEEN DAT NIGGA BET I BEEN IN DISCUSSIONS
PLEASE KEEP TALKING BOUT ME
I GOTTA GODDAMN PHD IN 
ICONIC FUCKERY BETTER NOT RUN FROM ME 
STEPH CURRY MY BEST BUDDY HOE

MAN DOWN
BADSHIT HAPPENED TO EM
CUZ I SWEAR HE A CLOWN 
WHO GOT DAT CROWN LEMME ROCK AROUND ROCKETS IN HAND BOY
LAY IT DOWN

SUPER SAVAGE AINT DA AVERAGE DA PASSION I GET TO GASSIN

BOOTLEG NIGGA

WHO DAT THERE [Prod. Budd Dwyer]

LOOK AT DAT JAG DAT BITCH SO FAST
KETCHUP LIL GOOFY I AINT LOOKIN BACK
LOOKIN REACHIN GRABBIN BAGS
LIKE MAGIC ITS COMIN IM RUNNIN AND HUNTING 
FOR WORLD ORDER SLAUGHTER DAUGHTERS DAILY
PAY ME NOW IM DEMANDING DEM BENJIS
IM SORRY YOU HATE ME IM TRYNNA CHANGE IT 
BUT MOMMA DONE TOLD ME IM FUCKED UP

OFF DAT BAG
LIGHT IT UP
HOL UP
HIT DA YAK
YOU BOUT IT YOU CLAIM IT YOU LOST IN SEDATION
TRYNNA TRADE PLACES WIT SOMEBODY FAMOUS
ILL NEVER BE DAT GUY MASTER OF DISGUISE ALL BLACK 
NO MASK ON YA BACK MY MANS GOT 223 AND THEY SMACK

OFF DAT BAG
LINE IT UP
HOL UP
HIT DAT YAK

BE READY TO BRUISE DEM KNEES 
YOU SUCKIN ME DOWN TIL YOU BLEED
AINT NEVER HAD I WANTED TO DO YOU FEEL DA GREED
PASSI UP BITCHES NOW DEY SEE FLEE

RIDE WIT ME BALL WIT ME HOLD ME DOWN
I GET DA CALL WE RUN DOWN SERVIN HOT SHIT
BELIEVE ME 
PLEASE DONT PLAY WIT ME

BIG BANK TAKE LIL BANK
FUCK LEFT EM STANK

BIG BODY CANDY PAINT 
HOES IN DA BACK AND THEY THROWIN DA PINK

59 KILLAS AT DA FUCKIN BUFFET
YOU KNOW WE EATIN GOOD TODAY
MIGOS WIT DA SHITS 
ANDALE

OFF DAT BAG
LINE IT UP
HOL UP
HIT DAT YAK (X6)

FOR THE WIN [Prod. Budd Dwyer]

[VERSE I: WHO BOY BOY]

definition of the living dead
got a dead bitch giving head
tulip flowers growing on my bed
rust and blood settle on my lead
broken soul but i'm breaking bread
head dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off
but no swinging like a helicopter
got it covering this chopper
spitting out them yoppas
got the drama with the lama
i can get you to nirvana
run them pockets proper
we create our own karma
balboa out the magnolia
northside soulja
need the keys to the rover
yung scarecrow

[VERSE II: LIL WAAAAAA]

ruby the fucking ape
ruby the fucking orangutan
mumbling nothing
just the discussion of public destruction
i'm up in flames
the soulja by the lake
feeling like i'm in the navy, but i pull up in the tank 
sipping the tang out of an AK
kangaroo the next lane
lame move you looking plain
can't redo the flex mane
camo on my body like i just got back from war
i heard a bang in the bank
ben frank on the floor
back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
i'm trying to finesse the lesser into something more
i'm drawing a blank on who the fuck you is

KILL YOURSELF Part XII: The Dark Glacier Saga

AUDUBON

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Ghostemane-drown-annotated

Hexada

D(R)Own

[VERSE I: NORMAN ATOMIC]

barrel full of gasoline and still they try matching me
plague with the wicked ways
it's back to the rapturing
actually capturing souls in a black canteen
open the cap and become blackened
back to the back of the lac
flicking cigarette ash
got a chain made of crack
i smoke diamonds and laugh at yall strapped with the gat
like i'm actually scared to die
pull the fucking trigger
back to the back
eyes rolling back
spent all my racks
spent it on crack
spent it on smack
look where i'm at
ain't going back
ain't going back

[VERSE II: ANTHONY MARS]

got a heart so cold
remember selling dope
remember selling coke
DEA pulled me over
plain cars, plain clothes
i didn't bend an inch, strictly sticking to the code
few years ago, was masked up
robbing stores
i set em up on craigslist, then
robbed em em at the door
i'm at the bottom trying to eat
i got no hope
fuck
big ben's death had my head fucked up
i'm popping roxys with the benzos
chest fucked up
i guess my lucks up

KILL YOURSELF Part XIX: The Deep End Saga

INTROVERSION 2.0

PROD. BLVC SVND
MIXED BY CHRIS VAYLE
Available on ITunes: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1288369838?ls=1&app=itunes

LYRICS:

WHY SO IMPATIENT THINK HE MAD ABOUT HIS CURRENT STATUS/

KEEP PUTTING ON THEM FAKE IMPRESSIONS THAT'S GON TAKE YOU PLACES/

CHECK WHAT MY NAME IS I'M NOT FAMOUS WONDER WHERE I AIM AT?/

HE SAY HIS PISTOL DRAWN I KNOW THAT'S PENCIL WHERE THAT FADE AT?/

GO HEAD JUST THROW THAT SHADE BACK/ YO BITCH AND ME GO WAY BACK/HOW DARE I EVEN SAY THAT THOUGHT YOU MIGHT ENJOY THE PLAY BACK/

WONDER HOW I MAKE BREAD I DON'T THAT'S WHY I STARVE LIKE STRAY RATS/

SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS SEEMS LIKE IM THE ONE THAT GETS MY PAY BACK/

GIVE ME DAT GIVE ME DAT GIVE ME DAT TOP/ SHIMMY YA SHIMMY YA, DANCE ON MY COCK/ GREEN LIGHT GIVE IT GAS BITCH DONT STOP/ SMOKING ON FLOCK BOUT TO KODAK BOP/ 
GET ME THAT GET ME THAT GET ME THAT GUAP/
BOY KICK ROCKS HOW I BALL CALL SHOTS/ 
MONEY BAG MONEY BAG MONEY BAG SHOP/
BODY GON DROP LIKE NASDAQ STOCK/

GREEN ON ME CEELO, ROB LIKE DINERO, I PUT THE PUMP TO HIS KNEE AND I D.ROSE, UNLOAD THEN RELOAD, TURNING THE KEYHOLE, PLAY MY CARDS RIGHT I COULD BUY THE CASINO/
BITCH NEVER SLEEP ON MY DICK CAUSE IT'S WOKE/ INHALE MY NUT LIKE SOME BLOW NUMB THROAT/ WHITE GIRL ON PURO COLOMBIAN COKE BY THE WAY THAT SHE CHOKE I CAN TELL SHE DONT SMOKE/

DON'T CALL ME DRAKE WIT MY WOES/ 
SHAWTY JUST WONT LET ME GO/
THIS AINT THAT DIFFICULT BRO/
YOU ON SOME SIMPLE SHIT MOE/
I MOLLIWHOP HIM IN HIS SWEAT SHIRT, 
THAT 30 GON MAKE SURE YO CHEST HURT, HIS BLOOD BOUT TO GIVE HIM A RED SHIRT, HE FLEXIN PUT HIM ON A STRE-TCHER/ THESE NIGGAS STILL THINK THEY SO CLE-VER/ I PICK UP THE PACK LIKE SOME LEG WORK/ U KNOW I DO ART U CAN'T CEN-SOR/ I PAINTED HER FACE IT'S MY BEST WORK/ 
LIKE A SOLDIER MY BITCH GON SAY YES SIR/ I DON'T EVEN RESPOND AND SHE CHECK FIRST/ WRONG AS FUCK IF YOU THINK WE CAN NET-WORK/ U SUCK DICK SO I KNOW THAT YO NECK HURT/

Las Ovejas Mueren (Sheep Die) (Prod. BLVC SVND)

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Lyrics ; 

AYE , SHE SAY OH MY GOD YUH I SWOOP N SWING MY ROD 
ALL THESE NEW NIGGAS SAY THEY ROCKSTARS, YUH , 
BUT THESE FUCK NIGGAS DONT ROCK, AYE , GOT THE BABY SINGIN LIKE A COP CAR AH , BUT DONT FUCK WIT OPPS YUH,
ASKIN HELLA QUESTIONS LIKE NARDWUAR BUT LIL BITCH JUST SUCK MY JOCK YUH, 
SUCK ON MY DICK , WANT ME TO PAY ON HER RENT BUT THAT NOT HOW MY MONEY GET SPENT , I AM TOO LIT , FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU LEGIT IF YOU AINT NEVER BEEN ON NO LICK , ON MY TIP SPIT AND HER LIL TIP IT GET SPLIT WITH WHOEVER THE BITCH CAME IN WIT, WORK ON MY WRIST SHE GON TWERK ON MY DICK I COME MURDA YO CLIQUE FULL EXTENDED IT RIP , YUH  
MUTHAFUCK MY EXES UH , 
YO GIRLFRIEND DO STRETCHES YUH , 
THROW HER NECK SO RECKLESS ODELL BECKHAM IM GON CATCH IT HA , 
SHE BE SWITCHIN SEXES YO LIL BITCH SHE WIT THE EXTRAS AH , SHOW ME SOME RECEPTION TO FUCK NIGGAS NO CONNECTION

ZOTiYAC - F*ck A Rockstar Prod H E A L

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

EITHER HATED OR IGNORED

Ridin' with the Devil - CoaastGxd
Produced by @station666
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Mike stringer
Art by @haloblaack

www.instagram.com/coaastgxd/
www.youtube.com/channel/UCAdeJ_HxjHPhvdbEjAbr-Sw

Lyrics
I'm the one with the foresight,
Lucifer reborn on a cold night,
I'm the reason that you needa fuckin' hold tight,
"Are we even?"
Not until you give me your life.
(CAN YOU HEAR ME?)

Never gave a fuck about opinions of the flock,
When you die you will be nothing but some fodder in a box,
Be careful where you stepping boi,
I'll pull you down to hell,
Leave your soul forever lost,
Your body swallowed by the swell,
Fuck it, 
Oh well.

[Hook]
Take a step back,
Ya, I ride with the devil,
Boof packed,
Get high with the devil,
Slide thru with the devil,
Nah you can't step to my level.x2


I've been patiently waiting for Satan,
Been contemplating if I'm complacent creating the unattainable,
Maybe I'm broken,
No one can fix it,
I spoke but no one would listen,
So I sold my soul,
Now I control a hollow shell on a mission.
Never cooked no dope in the kitchen,
But I been thru hell I'ma earn it,
Flip a cross, then douse it and burn it,
But I always felt like a burden,
So I put the world on my shoulders,
Turned colder than a polar bear snorting on yola,
Hold up.

All that I'll ever be,
Venomous energy,
Suffering's all that's ahead of me,
All I see's enemies,
Friends that pretend to be real but they'll never be,
Nothing was meant for me,
Tragedy had to be wrapped in analogy,
Infamy calling me,
Leaving a mark before I'm losing all of me.


I don't wanna wait,
I don't wanna go thru all the pain.
I don't wanna live another day,
I don't wanna stay,
Someone come and take me far away,
Make me think that someday maybe I could be okay,
Every night I lie awake,
Replaying everything I say,
Trynna make sense of the bullshit I create,
Counting up mistakes like they was change,
I'm hopeless to the grave

Ridin' with the Devil

Watch on Trash Gang

Ridin' with the Devil [Prod. Station 666]

WRATH

WRATH [PROD BY SAKI]

[VERSE I: LIL CUT THROAT]

You mother fucker’s pitiful 
I’m too sick of you
I’m a walking visual
You boys refillable
Unforgivable, once you cross me hoe
Now you a mother fucking stain to Lil Cut Throat [pop]

Let the gun bang
Nuts hang
Drug game ain’t the same
“$avage” tatted on my face
GREY Ape
Reason why we hot box
Fuck a badge
Fuck a cop
Even if the ‘K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside Knotty
Scope on the shotty
Semi-blow ya body
Tony gripping on the Tommy bitch

I bite the head off a bat like I’m Ozzy
You got a problem mother fucker?
Come and try me
I’m nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
North, north
East side
Five nine
Tony grippin’ Tommy...
Fuck around
End up get ya body autopsy
I be that walking zombie
Bath salts
Eating bodies
3 choppas and a shotty
Shooting everybody

Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Bad Azz
On them drugs, Jiggin’
Jaws locked - clinching
Trigger finger itching
If you think I’m kiddin’...
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking boy
Fuck a backwoods
Swishers what I use boy
Smoke what I choose
Do what I wanna do
Mother fuck you
And your punk friends too, you bitch


[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

blunt lit lungs itch bitch i like the sting

smokin potent thinkin im the chosen one bitch im a king

i can hear my dead homies sing

now my eyes always hurtin wipin tears with diamond rings



hol up fuck boy

who the fuck said we cool

man i quit smokin wit hypebeasts back in 2002

what it do

motherfucker ima fool

ruby da cherry is ghoulin with goblins

if you got a problem then you betta move

from the womb to the tomb

bustin out early bustin out soon

black out the city bitch im back on the 30s

in bout 20 minutes we’ll be on the moon uh



drugs got me fucked up

sluts got me drugged up

fuck 

slap my face against a pill to crush it up

government id

helps get me high

seein stars in the mirror like im lookin with a bright beam

lime green paint but the rims lookin spike lee

mighty sloppy might be cocky

an i in the right scene?

highly unlikey and im willin to fuckin bet





leave a pussy wet

then i leave a pussy wet

im a fuckin vet

im a motherfuckin threat

G59 the set

G59 will make you sweat

i dont give a fuck is my fuckin epithet

lace up my nike decades

meet me at heavens gate

7th ward by the lake til my death

I Want to Die In New Orleans

CARROLLTON

I WANT TO DIE IN NEW ORLEANS DROPS SEPT 7
PREORDER: https://suicideboysstore.com

[VERSE 1: NORMAN AROMIC] 

hold up
po’ me up
double the cup just to cut the stress in half
guess who the fuck left
after all is said and done regret the past
best move along got a long way to go
i dont know
i dont know
i dont know
shawty i dont mind but your always on my mind
think about you all the time
think about you all the time
where the fuck was i when this relationship dried
i was probably (too) high to realized you left my side
i will finally give out and die
i would love it if you bring me flowers if you come by
if you come around

[VERSE 2: ANTHONY MARS]

$uicide been on my mind
Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time
Each time you left
Feels like you died
Depressed and I don’t wanna go on any longer
Delusions keep me going
Illusions keep me hoping
Parachute woven from broken down
Men - are from Mars
But there’s nothing but cold
Grow up all alone
No fam
No home
So I do drugs just to numb up
Yea I do drugs when I wanna
Back off the Xans
Five in the morning
Ain’t tryna come down
Ain’t tryna be sober

Trash

DJ CAEDO