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Prod / Rec / Mix by me
VIsuals by @cuisteh

KAIJU

HEAT [PROD BY. MARSH</3]

Someone Else W/ Jwxlf & Trgtlxck

[PROD. MEEJ X JAYREWIND]

Bad Lil Vibe, took her to the O.
Choppa Pack-12.
Bullets fly, I just made him Duck.
Hit him like Sewell.
Turn left, made him buss a Right.
Take Flight like Orville.
Folk tweak, Like George he Curious.
84 like Orwell.

Fifty Bands, Pop out with fifty bands.
Next week gotta half-mill.
Running man, turnt folk to a running man.
Get popped like Advil.
17.
My age and magazine.
P9 like Tannenhill.
Chain swang.
I was 8 tryna gang bang, we was throwing up Northside.
Back end.
Trap jump like Jordan, ain’t talm bout courtside.
Dead Man.
He said, I’m a Dead Man, but he ain’t wanna come outside.
Raybans.
Gotta see my dividends, when I stack up organize.

Vest on, clip hold 81.
Keep a cannon like Megatron.
Blow a rack, I might just make it back.
Get The Racks (GTR) no Nissan.
I got that Rula Clip.
Draco, Banana Clip.
Shootas move like King Kong.
Switch lanes;
On bro I switch lanes, interstate like Autobahn.

She tryna get me to love her, I really might dub her.
No heart like Terminator.
Foenem move like some rats, set him up in the trap.
Hit a lick, Exterminator.
She tryna get me to love her, I really might dub her.
No heart like Terminator.
Foenem move like some rats, set him up in the trap.
Hit a lick, Exterminator.

Sacrifice.
I had to sacrifice, I feel like Witwicky.
Ran up, they was tryna get right, got left wit my blood leaking.
That get back.
On foe, That get back.
Swear to God, it hit different.
Same mission, spun again, the same mission.
Now They all got teeth missing.
I died before, I swear I’ve died before.
I wanna get killed again.
Island Breeze, FL no Palm Trees.
Make beats like Gilligan. 
She Stabbed me, her words they stabbed me.
Now I never wanna feel again.
Touch me, I dare you.
Trust me, you’ll never eat a meal again.

Bad Lil Vibe, took her to the O.
Choppa Pack-12.
Bullets fly, I just made him Duck.
Hit him like Sewell.
Turn left, made him buss a right.
Take flight like Orville.
Folk tweak, Like George he Curious.
84 like Orwell.

Fifty Bands, Pop out with fifty bands.
Next week gotta half-mill.
Running man, turnt folk to a running man.
Get popped like Advil.
Back end.
Trap jump like Jordan, ain’t talm bout courtside.
Dead Man.
He said Im a Dead Man, but he ain’t wanna come outside.

She tryna get me to love her, I really might dub her.
No heart like Terminator.
Foenem move like some rats, set him up in the trap.
Hit a lick, Exterminator.
She tryna get me to love her, I really might dub her.
No heart like Terminator.
Foenem move like some rats, set him up in the trap.
Hit a lick, Exterminator.

Dead Man Walking.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

Who’s that creeping through my Window?
Black Hellcat with Red interior: 19 racks like Deebo.
XD on my waist this XP keep my Green like Cee-Lo.
How I lose her trust: From “only 1” and now I’m zero.

“I might kill myself”; I control my death on my accord.
“I want myself dead”; I express it when I press record.
When I wanted love, She just wanted lust and she ignored.
Now I do the same, I just up and leave when I get bored.

Look into my eyes.
See my soul is nowhere.
Everytime I cry.
They tell me it’s not fair.
Know the world is blind.
Take that flight no O’Hare.
Prettiest of lies.
Beauty’s pain I don’t care.

And I think this pain is Perfect.
Like it’s Cell.
Throw my life away.
I’m already in hell.
“What you do to me?”
I’m under her spell.
“What entices you, is it my chains or just the belt?”

That’s what I told her, turn the other shoulder, it’s gon make me colder.
I’m too old to be acting a fool at school I open folders.
And I do the same at home, that’s what I saved this project in.
If I write it, mix it, master it, I’ll relay all my sin.
Look away.
Don’t you hug me shawty.
No, you not my twin.
Oh my God.
I might die tonight, might let the demons win.
Oh my God.
She was on my lap, innocence in the wind.
Oh my God.
They just overlapped, ain’t no sense in the win.

Who’s that creeping through my window?
For you come outside I got the M4.
Devil on my shoulder I’m in Limbo.
She wanna be my wife but she a bimbo, okay.
Run up on me, get sliced like I’m Kimbo, okay.
Yeah I know she bad, Do she got friends though? Okay.
Turned my back on all my brothers like I’m Hanzo, okay.
Throw my love right in the garbage like I’m Lotso, okay.

Look into my eyes.
See my soul is nowhere.
Everytime I cry.
They tell me it’s not fair.
Know the world is blind.
Take that flight no O’Hare.
Prettiest of lies.
Beauty’s pain I don’t care.

And I think this pain is Perfect.
Like it’s Cell.
Throw my life away.
I’m already in hell.
“What you do to me?”
I’m under her spell.
“What entices you, is it my chains or just the belt?”

Dead Man Walking.

MEEJ.

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