This Track is great keep up the good work up

Prod. Anweezy & Outlvw

Lyrics:
Anweeeez

It's a risky business
Falling in love with a girl like you
All you do is damage
Damage to myself
I can't play with you
But you got me waiting
All day all night
Twenty Four Seven
All I do is think about you

Feel like twenty four seven 
I’m reminiscing on the times
When I was down and you were by my side 
Felt like Bonnie Clyde 
Pistol on your side know she down to ride 
See it in her eyes 
Promise never tell another lie 
You Raquel I’m the professor 
Girl let’s plan this 
Money Heist out 
We go Rio Tokyo hit Panama and hide out 
Ears neck wrist lit baby 
You be iced out 
Living above the law
Giving it all 
Forbidden lifestyle 
Prices on our heads but
We ain’t checking for the price now 
Even whenever the lights out 
Show me the way to your light house 
You be the reason it’s bright out 
Mistaken good for evil 
Giving it back to the people 
Get what you deserve 
And then we splurge 
Live free as a bird 
And girl yea that’s my word 

It's a risky business
Falling in love with a girl like you
All you do is damage
Damage to myself
I can't play with you
But you got me waiting
All day all night
Twenty Four Seven
All I do is think about you

And when I get em 
I guarantee I’ma kill em 
kill em with kindness 
Killing em all 
Kill with silence 
Shutting em up 
Work in Silence
Silencer get merked in silence 
No I don’t promote the violence
You provoke me then I’m wilding 
Touch my shawty I E40
A 40 up to your eyelid 
That’s for sure sure 
Love you just like mixing up Bacardi with the coco 
Love you I go crazy I go stupid I go loco 
Baby girl when you not here beside me 
Girl I don’t know 
I keep on thinking bout this chick 
When I haven’t met all of me 
You haven’t met all of you 
So happened to meet each other 
We love like we’re dying soon 
How soon 
Many moons 
One breathe 
Forever to infinity 
But Like the music industry 

It's a risky business
Falling in love with a girl like you
All you do is damage
Damage to myself
I can't play with you
But you got me waiting
All day all night
Twenty-Four Seven
All I do is think about you

Anweeeez

Angels Cry

Angels Cry (feat. WRKINSILENCE & Moeazy)

Vibes

never ever

SHOTGUN FACELIFT (prod. GHXST)

This song is on Idkkahari's debut Hip Hop & Rap album "Unbothered" link to Spotify and Apple Music above the description!

If you wanna show maximum support listen to the whole album, only straight heat!

Spotify/Apple Music

LeeRoy! (prod. LiRi)

Bag Now

Bag Now (ft. Ché)

  https://youtu.be/SOwn92el0BU     This tracks about trappin up and down cali doin me and letting everyone know Im Good.

Im Good Feat. Rocc

SWOLYxCAT and GhostOG get together again with their official duo MODERN PROPHETS to spit some truth!
PROD. SWOLYxCAT

Modern Prophets - Vision(s) of The Earth

Same Page

Same Page (Beat By. andersc)

CREEP!  Catch him out in the street
‘n shoutin' at people—while he's handing out
these free vaccines with a rusty needle
must be evil, must be keeping a piece,
well it isn’t juxtaposition, I open stitched
up ears so that fucks can listen to the beat
tears flow in a stream, sewin’ up seems
of a human centipede, stiflin’ dreams
likin’ the screams, my new routines

grave-digging, day-tripping
gotta get the weight flippin’
back in the day I called it a skate-mission
lazy sippin’ liters of lean
with a swayed vision
y’all are target practice, treat all the rappers
like clay pidgins—it’s the same villain
who stay killin’ ‘em for the sport
with a fork, a knife, a napkin
stab a pig and the main course is pork
authentic utopia
awful friendly, I'll smoke with ya
'til you're rendered annul via
fears and your hopes engulfin’ ya--
choking ya, Quod Erot Demonstratum
want it then I got it,
rollin’ thru decomposin’ bodies 
with no survivors, leave ‘em throttled
ripped the final lynchpin out my wig,
so now I’m chain-smoking rappers
like they was pack of cigs
I got that itch, vindictive
leaving their skin blisterered
flick ashes with a lack of tradition
and then I ditch ‘em
pop a dose then I stop drop and roll
like I was on fire, cause I want the smoke
and y’all mothafuckas gonna supply it

take me higher, make me fry up
Inside of a deprivation tank and crying
as a sign of my ego-dying, like flying
through wide isles beguiled and timeless
architectural tiling, I can size up
monuments in our likeness and
then in Braille for the sightless
a psychic hailstorm of maelstrom
in which we fuse an amalgam of
talcum dust in a powder, sour but
now we’re cooking, spent an hour
looking for the rabbit’s foot then
grabbed a book and left it
bubbling like a brook--

the next ingredient was hooves
with the blood of a virgin youth
a curmudgeon within a dungeon
that bludgeoned a hundred two dozen troops—
so there isn’t nothing that this dude doesn’t do
the type to slam a hammer on a loose screw to jam it through...

CREEP!  Catch him out in the street
‘n shoutin' at people—while he's handing out
these free vaccines with a rusty needle
must be evil, must be keeping a piece,
well it isn’t juxtaposition, I open stitched
up ears so that fucks can listen to the beat
tears flow in a stream, sewin’ up seems
of a human centipede, stiflin’ dreams
likin’ the screams, my new routines

grave-digging, and day-tripping
gotta keep the weight flippin’
back in the day I called it a skate-mission

Creep (prod. beatsbytristan)

Tragic History (prod. YuhCaleb)

I would tell the world about myself, but then there'd be no magic to my tricks.
DM my socials for fts

Tragic History (prod. YuhCaleb)

Dxaths Pxrsona

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