Got no time for hesitation
She wanna keep my location
She wanna make me a haven
She wanna test all my patience
I can't believe you no more
Setting me up my sedation
Settle my head to the floor
Hop out the whip he go faceless

Walkin walkin by the moon yuh
Lights get brighter in my room yuh
Got em jumping out the roof yuh
Got em jumping for the juice yuh
Pop it pop it in the coup yuh
They ain't know you like I do yuh
Pushing my luck if I choose
All this money making you yuh

here for the day i couldn’t promise you tomorrow though
keep breathing, pop out at another show
tint it all black, fucking whip it through the snow
never came back bitch, nothing i don’t know

only get the work done for my sake
felt like i don’t do it on my off days
every twenty seconds get a new raise
drown shit season bitch old bay

trust me i don’t it for the motherfucking payroll
shit still on the way though
boy i’m bout to wrap his fucking body up, 
it’s certain shit you really gotta pay for

don’t tempt me
promise you i do it through the pay phone
check on what you sent me
matter fact, go on back and make it heavy

Feed me lies I can feel
I wanna know when it's real
Nobody round when there's sale
Glasses go up when it fails
Put my heart on the pavement
I been trying to save it
Love been my time gettin wasted
Only your love gonna save it

this the type of shit you get for fucking with my patience
i could give him one look, i don’t need to say shit
i woke in the type of mood today where i hate shit
you know, the one where tryna erase shit
fuck it you the one if you say so
today it’s ’bout what you made though
i got two hours of sleep i think im seeing shit
two songs in a day just to match it
you ain’t dealt with by tomorrow it’d be magic
shit i tried to give you a pass you couldn’t catch it
couldn’t blame me get that shit over with
get the fuck up outta the road with it
said i could keep the fuck on going 
and keep on showing you
bitch i want the problem with everyone tell em to get em some
im the typa shit you avoid like mayweather floyd
this the typa shit i’m on
you know, the one where tryna erase shit

Put my heart on the pavement
I been trying to save it
Love been my time gettin wasted
Only your love gonna save it
Got no time for hesitation
She wanna keep my location
She wanna make me a haven
She wanna test all my patience
I can't believe you no more
Setting me up my sedation
Settle my head to the floor
Hop out the whip he go faceless

Off Day Ft. BLCKK (Prod. by BLCKK)

I'm trying
To not feel like the problem
It's better at the bottom
'Cause where else would I be?
So I block them
'Cause I'm all outta options
And fuck, nobody's calling
Unless no one else is free

God looks for me
He doesn't know what the score is
I'm about as fucking bad as it gets
I'm so close to folding
I don't know how I'm coping
And the ground feels like it's ready to give

Bury me so I'll blossom
I'm comfortable in a coffin
I'm sick of the sound of the wind, it tears into me
I dream of skies blue and falling
Awaken hearts too forgotten
I let the rats in, they're crawling
Burn the world, it's too rotten
I thought that I'd be seen different
Kill the body I live in
I don't want your forgiveness
I just want you to listen

God looks for me
He doesn't know what the score is
I'm about as fucking bad as it gets
I'm so close to folding
I don't know how I'm coping
And the ground feels like it's ready to give

Sink your teeth deeper into me
One day I'll be gone
I'll be
Gone
I'll sink
Building a home at the bottom
Two graves
Throw all the flowers on top of them

God looks for me
He doesn't know what the score is
I'm about as fucking bad as it gets
I'm so close to folding
I don't know how I'm coping
And the ground feels like it's ready to give

IT'S BETTER AT THE BOTTOM (PROD. GJ)

7XVN - SOLD MY SOUL FOR $50 (guitar version)

Can't tell a soul where I been at
Mental relapse got me talkin circles like it's rehab
But fuck that
Push the weight you always like to chit chat
Don't give a fuck about the new you, bitch you just my throwback
Here's my nuts go ahead and hold that
You basic ass act I wouldn't follow if I had the chance to make 100 racks
But I bet you know that
Anxiety my property
You ain't seen that side of me
Fuck around and go and show that
Too much disrespect
Till your ass is gettin checked
All my life they talkin' shit
Fuckas need to brush they breathe
Couldn't make a single step
Couldn't keep a single flex
Put ya homie on a shirt
But never put him on a check
What's it lookin like?
Bitch you think it's sweet?
Take ya own advice
Take her out the streets
Fuckas owe me fees
I been comin for the green
Cash cash and the gleam
Diamonds drip round me
Boy you feign to be me
Couldn't find a lane so yall keep the same speed
Bitch better swerve before you come around me
I'll hand ya bitch around the team
Just cause she wanna be seen
Come for the spot you been seek
Till my pockets knee deep

Fuck what you thought
Fuck you talk around me
I been the same lad 7 days a fuckin week
Fuck what you thought
Fuck you talk around me
I been the same lad 7 days a fuckin week

Nonsense seem to be your fixture
Love the way you paint a pretty picture
Too many bites got them visions mixed up
Difference between me nobody ever miss ya
These bitches been tryna swallow up my mixture 
Even ya mama tryna get a little hiccup
Stop playing games with me until you zipped up
Fuckas wanna feel my pain until they ripped up
No complaints, I'm just saying, bitch I been fucked up
I bury all my problems 20 feet under
Might fuck around and push up daises in the summer
Life always been a bitch that never loved ya

Laddie

Mixed, Mastered and Produced By HellTakeMe
Happy February 24th ;)

DEiTY <w/ KASHIMOTU + LXXIV> [HellTakeMe]

Produced By. Erlax
Artwork By. Sick Again
Engineered By. Baby Gos

Blade sit on my hip, boy don’t slip it gon get you slit
Hop up out the whip, mercy fit, filthy cult the clique
Only fuck with tens, not no fives see right through my lens i gotta make it happen to survive, get it how i live
Only wanna skate, i can’t hate, that’s why i feel so great
Light skin that’s my taste, she look great, baby what’s your name
Is you tryna be my wife, girl don’t lie let me in your life
Ain’t gone lie i’m stuck in drive
Barley alive
Do you want in this ride?

Can’t shoot
How you gonna tell me that I can’t hoop?
I be making shots that they won’t do
I been moving pack that they can’t move, can’t move
Can’t miss, bitch I feel Katniss
Please don’t make me blast this
Zooted off some catnip, catnip
Silence, can’t open my eyelids
Someone call the pilot
Shawty I been fighting and fighting

Blade sit on my hip, boy don’t slip it gon get you slit
Hop up out the whip, mercy fit, filthy cult the clique
Only fuck with tens, not no fives see right through my lens i gotta make it happen to survive, get it how i live
Only wanna skate, i can’t hate, that’s why i feel so great
Light skin that’s my taste, she look great, baby what’s your name
Is you tryna be my wife, girl don’t lie let me in your life
Ain’t gone lie i’m stuck in drive
Barley alive
Do you want in this ride?

Music Video

SLIT

SIGNS (prod. Deademane)

type shiittttt lyrics when i feel like it

keep me from you; prod. ryker cöll

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

PROD.KXRMX

MIGHT ADD LYRICS LATER ---

TAPE THIS SUMMER 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤---

RVMAN - NO SAFETY [PROD. KXRMX]

the harmony will be harsh, like a toothache, but must at once be relieved, as with cocaine.

prod me unless otherwise stated

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IT'S BETTER AT THE BOTTOM (PROD. GJ)

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