A Beautiful Sadness

Lyrics 

give it up your soul is weak 
i’m standing right beneath your feet 
i ain’t playing trick or treat  
this glock in my hand it shoot for free 
all of these chains around my neck 
me n my brothers gotta link 
all of this dope up in my pockets 
walkin around i gotta stink 

i ain’t playin gotta problem better do some 
i’m just smokin dope relaxin on my futon 
hit my demons up n then we get a move on 
shotgun in the front speedin up like it’s the autobahn 
im blastin out the window please don’t make me pop my trunk 
said i got this bass in the back get to thumping with the phonk 
all of these playaz in my section run it up 
DSC been on the map i told that bitch can’t pull the plug 
all in my bag like this ain’t nun 

demons on my left n right you catch us ridin thru the night 
all of that talkin gotta problem glock on my waist don’t test your might 
DSC been in your sight 
cuz im gettin to that money while you lookin for a fight 
pack in my hand i hold it tight 
had to run it up 
told my fuckin brother we ain’t made enough 
passed up on your offer cuz i know that you just fake as fuck 
smokin on my pack then i ash it up on your table son 
bitch i’m really spazzin this action is what i gave to em 

puh puh pussy boy don’t drop that glock 
my demons got this shit on lock 
i’m posted at the corner store i’m blowin dope this shit don’t stop 
little money in my pocket but i still go hit the shop 
all of these bitches waiting on the demons when yall gonna drop 
i whip that caddy thang 
got me out my mind so i might let it bang 
way to many dollars monopoly hand my fuckin cane 
said that it’s a new strain im smokin this shit the fuckin same 
demons really spazzin we never did it for fuckin fame

Got A Problem? (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

Lyrics

said im riding with that little 44 up on my lap 
DSC been running shit you know we been up on the map 
i ain’t listen to these goofy motha fuckas cuz they cap 
in my scope i gotta laser better dip before i zap 
i gotta go 

cruisin down your boulevard im lookin for some dope 
why he talkin like a bitch it’s cuz his pockets ain’t got doe 
pull up on your corner im just hitting up the store 
i been mixing up this shit for way to long i’m on the 

low, never come back i leave him leakin on the floor 
all these bitches keep playing up on the gang i said no more 
told my boy roll another n them i walk em out the door 
if these busters keep talking im gonna show em what a war is 
my demons been ready up in the whip i told em floor it 
smokin on cookies im always rollin i adore it 
back of my trunk i got some speakers on some doom shit 
all of demons been steady cruisin really booming 

said im riding with that little 44 up on my lap 
DSC been running shit you know we been up on the map 
i ain’t listen to these goofy motha fuckas cuz they cap 
in my scope i gotta laser better dip before i zap 
i gotta go 

bitch i ain’t scared this shit never fair 
droppin like some bombs i gotta pair 
swaggin got some flair 
got these mother fuckas balding way im talkin got em losin hair 
why he talkin out his pockets ima send him up the stairs 

got my dawg back said we rollin up a pack 
way i mix it up got em hoppin on the track 
pulled up with my demons said you know we never lack 
playaz at the party they just rolled up in a lac 

i been pushin for a minute i ain’t mever gonna stop 
im just cookin up this bacon on the grill like it’s a cop 
why he actin like he better pussy know you get mopped 
i’m just steady posted at the crib you know its been my block

Little 44 (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

Lyrics 

45 pressed on your chest 
make a killing what’s your bet 
demons sliding like what’s next 
crush your soul i been the best 
step up on me please don’t test 
i run shit like none the less 
seen me climbing out the crest 
all that talk you just a pest 
what’s my move you never guess 
pick yourself up you a mess 
demons coming out the west 
in my tomb i lay to rest bitch 

got him ducking low just like that bitch been playin limbo 
i been ridin with my demons i got one two three four then more 
in the parking lot, spazzin at these oops, empty fuckin clip 
reload in this bitch, then i’m gonna let it fuckin rip 
bitch i’m swinging blades, out my casket, end yo fuckin day 
tell me what he say, when i got these heads just rollin away 
said i keep it rollin at my own steady fuckin pace 
bitch you smokin laced, i just blow good pack all fuckin day 

bad girl on my side when i ride thru the night 
steady in the scope im steady in the sight 
pack getting high but im sliding for more 
i ain’t feelin this shit so i kick em out the door 
ride for the squad said my demons on the run 
blastin that shit you at the barrel of my gun 
talkin that shit but you really soundin dumb 
droppin all these clips told my boy hand the drum 

back with the team know we been on scene 
you look like a mess but im always there clean 
never rock jeans in my pants i gotta beam 
pull on yo corner bitch we always sounding mean 
one more step man i told that boy get 
never even let em get close that’s a bet 
actin like he know me but we really just met 
least you could do is pull up to my set 

got him ducking low just like that bitch been playin limbo 
i been ridin with my demons i got one two three four then more 
in the parking lot, spazzin at these oops, empty fuckin clip 
reload in this bitch, then i’m gonna let it fuckin rip 
bitch i’m swinging blades, out my casket, end yo fuckin day 
tell me what he say, when i got these heads just rollin away 
said i keep it rollin at my own steady fuckin pace 
bitch you smokin laced, i just blow good pack all fuckin day 

on my telephone my dawg hit me for dope 
i been smokin so much man that i don’t really got no more 
hit my plug up for the one time said i need a pack fosho 
man my phone been blowin up from all these labels at my show 
i been ballin on these goofy lames 
yall should be ashamed way im killin the game 
never did it for fame, i just call all the shots im feelin like Dame 
dollars in pocket way im walkin wish you felt the same 
talkin all that mess on the demons just know we bringing the pain

Limbo (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

Lyrics 

game up on my back it got me prayin up to god 
never give up on this life know ima run it til im gone 
steady smokin packs i grab a stack im at it til its dawn 
if they talkin on my name then ima treat em like a pawn 

i been at it for a minute hoe 
still been blowin all this dope 
ran it back a couple times, the demons always run the show 
told my dawg they got a deal so we get it on the low 
bitch we pull up caddy swangin duffle bag of doe 

had to take a minute man i almost lost my fuckin mind 
got a bad girl on my side she a 10 know she a dime 
everyday im ridin cruisin swangin with my fuckin brothers 
talkin all that shit lil bitch a stupid motha fucker 
i been smokin packs i grab a stack right off my fuckin dresser 
ran to get a dub but i got 3 up in the swisher 
demons by my side it don’t matter like what’s the measure 
posted at the corner store just puffin on some pressure 

game up on my back it got me prayin up to god 
never give up on this life know ima run it til im gone 
steady smokin packs i grab a stack im at it til its dawn 
if they talkin on my name then ima treat em like a pawn 

game up on my back it got me prayin up to god 
never give up on this life know ima run it til im gone 
steady smokin packs i grab a stack im at it til its dawn 
if they talkin on my name then ima treat em like a pawn

Prayin Up To God (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

Lyrics 

got my dub roll it up in that motha fuckin swisher hoe 
ballin on these goofy motha fuckas since the age of 4 
ridin in that caddy thang i got that shit down to the floor 
bangin thumpin all this phonk these bitches askin me for more

little bitch know i been at it since i came to life 
rise up out my fuckin tomb im here to shed a little light 
blast right thru yo front door little bitch ima take what’s mine 
sliding for the one time cuz he think im spreading all these lies 
i’m fly i’m like a target 
posted at my corner store this be my fuckin market 
smokin on my last one but i told my man to spark it 
said my man i need a dub 
told me man come get you some 
so you know im on the run 

i need a dub, i can’t pass it up, i never give a fuck 
need my smoke or else im getting someone’s body in the trunk 
got my 40 on my lap i told that bitch don’t test me bruh 
i’ll just cock it back and that’s a fact don’t step around here son 
i been spazzin all my life so what the fuck you think gon stop me now 
all these bitches talkin but ain’t movin yall some fuckin clowns 
speedin down the highway just so i can pull up to yo town 
bass been thumpin bitch you hear me makin all this fuckin sound 

got my dub roll it up in that motha fuckin swisher hoe 
ballin on these goofy motha fuckas since the age of 4 
ridin in that caddy thang i got that shit down to the floor 
bangin thumpin all this phonk these bitches askin me for more

got my dub roll it up in that motha fuckin swisher hoe 
ballin on these goofy motha fuckas since the age of 4 
ridin in that caddy thang i got that shit down to the floor 
bangin thumpin all this phonk these bitches askin me for more

Dub (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

ANOTHER ONE <3

art by zeros sketchbook

lyrics:

I cant fuck with these bitches any mo'
If they talking on my name they most certainly gotta go
Bitch its trashjit comin' up I got my glock I let it blow
Put the clip into it cock it back and blast it at a ho-

Trashjit been winning since day 1, yeah he never lose
If you talkin' on my name im gonna bust your fuckin tooth
Wheres trashjit, bitch I dont know I come up out the blue
Connect these punches to your face if your acting rude

Got my white tee on, im walking down the street
Got my mac inside my pants and im ready to press delete
Bitch ill pop the clip into my glock and make it fucking skeet
When that bullet hit your face you know it sting.. Like a bee

I tell a hoe to come run up on me
Shoot yo' ass you get to falling
Shot that bullet at yo kneecap now you fucking bawling
Shot that bitch like scottie pippen bitch you know im fucking balling
Walk up in yo' fucking function, bitch I get to name calling

Hoe why you hidin?
I know your scared

Trashjit gonna make it out one day yall bitches best beware...

Bitch its trashjit comin' up I got my glock I let it blow
Put the clip into it cock it back and blast it at a ho-

Bitch its trashjit comin' up I got my glock I let it blow
Put the clip into it cock it back and blast it at a ho-

Imma beat his ass and now theres blood up on the ground
Keep the heater on my waist bitch im boutta to blick you down
Ive been doing this shit for awhile, know ive been around
When I get my fucking hands on you im gonna go to town

Imma beat his ass and now theres blood up on the ground
Keep the heater on my waist bitch im boutta to blick you down
Ive been doing this shit for awhile, know ive been around
When I get my fucking hands on you im gonna go to town

GOTTA GO [PROD. DJ ACATHUS]

Lyrics 

why he walkin with a limp 
lil bitch stuck in a ditch 
throw a fit but i don’t give shit 
up my clip and let it hit 
40 rounds packed in this shit hoe 
ain’t nobody wanna fuck with me hoe 
i might let it rip 
up on my wrist what that shit cost 
runnin up the game like a big boss 
talkin all that shit that’s a big loss 
cookin but he never had no sauce 
rockin jesus pieces up on my cross 

lil bitch you’s a hoe 
ain’t nobody care no more 
snitching on the gang cuz you broke 
see flash of light it’s my scope 
peekin thru your window drill a hole 
i might siege motha fuckers who just cope 
runnin out yo crib bitch you know i slam the door 
leave him fuckin leakin see his body on the floor 
it might be an accident im just pushin for the dough 

me and gang steady gettin to the dollar 
if he talkin then he lookin for a hollow 
i been standing on business lil bitch i been with it i don’t care bout your lil fuckin follows 
got my gat in the back ima let it fuckin spray 
shot him out on his knees now he better fuckin pray 
i’m just smokin on some gas til end of my days 
he don’t wanna pass it back but that bitch never paid

Jesus Pieces On The Cross (prod. samashi)

Lyrics 

trash jit and demon squad hoppin out the whip 
blastin at these suckers who been talkin all this shit 
i been shootin for minute gotta pistol with a grip 
puff up on my stogie then i flick it on you bitch  
ridin in that caddy i might smack a motha fucka 
gang i keep it steady never playin get to duckin 
push up in yo fuckin crib my homie get to buckin 
never lackin i been droppin all these hits but it ain’t nothing 

bend around your corner bitch you know i fuckin swang 
brand new pistol on my hip and bitch i’m gonna let it spray 
all that fuckin talkin gonna put you in a fuckin grave 
i ain’t really care, had to let em know that we don’t play 

it’s the demon squad 
never fuckin know what we been smokin on 
pulling right outta the back 
i got this pack tucked in my fuckin arm 
rollin right outta sack 
i got this gat tucked bitch i’m fuckin armed 
pullin up on trashjit demons we’ll leave you fuckin scared

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