DRAINO (Prod. Netuh)

I miss the way I was supposed to be
Stuck dealing with the new me
Late nights on a dirty street
Pretty pictures paint another scene
I love the way that you look at me
Can't help feeling like it’s just a dream
I think I died in 2017
I been tired getting plenty sleep

And I don't know why you love me
I can't help what I can't see
And how the fuck do you love me
I can't tell what I really need

It was perfect
But I ain't earn shit
But you deserve it
Cause it was perfect

I miss the way I was supposed to be
Stuck dealing with the new me
Late nights on a dirty street
Pretty pictures paint another scene
I love the way that you look at me
Can't help feeling like it’s just a dream
I think I died in 2017
I been tired getting plenty sleep
And I don't know why you love me
I can't help what I can't see
And how the fuck do you love me
I can't tell what I really need
I can't tell what I really need
What I really need

I Think I Died In 2017

just tryna commit murder yo

VIDEO - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnTajO-ie6w

produced by https://soundcloud.com/stillproduction (super flame wow)

directed by cole benzo
produced by cole benzo and Immazoni
filmed by Imma zoni
standing around by St. Sorrow

S/O ATAY FOR COLOR GRADING AND EDITING
https://soundcloud.com/ataymusic/tracks
https://twitter.com/ItsAtay

S/O JUSTIN FOR FILMING
twitter.com/ImmaZoni

S/O ST. SORROW FOR STANDING
https://soundcloud.com/stsorrow
https://twitter.com/SADRAVIOLII

S/O NOLAN FOR THE PICTURES
https://twitter.com/noneland

contact me
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https://soundcloud.com/cole_benzo
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www.youtube.com/user/spiffyavacados
www.instagram.com/cole_benzo/

lyrics

come my way you ain't about it homie
hear they talking hard, I shout it out that I be doubting fully
scribing that they finna try to plot
you ain't crazy as them anecdotal notes I jot, funny

you can't roll with us because we burning crack rocks 
talk about the cops and imma get to get you got
caution bitch you fucking with the set 
trudging to get wrecked 
I'm thuggin through the bludgeons on my way to running checks  

spirits be the peers mysteriously full of mock woe
they lovin all the summons in the summer cause I'm hot hoe
dousin down the trousers, feel a real one you are not bro
existing like a cyst I need a fist to make it pop slow 

why can't thy, get to keelin over sly like
never can I, tell a motherfucker I like
to sever them heads
blades to they necks
sharin the love, I let my dagger give pecks

I'm just wanting to commit murder
I just want to cut these fuckers stuff em in a burger
see em squirmin I said

stuffing these bluffin corn dogs in my oven
the feds come my shoulders stay shruggin
victim muffins for me, I stay pluckin they teeth
when ya face see me I ain't duckin

I'm just wanting to commit murder
I just want to cut these fuckers stuff em in a burger
every time I catch a body whole squad finna turn up
barbecue them problems cause ya boi ain't ever burn em 
whachu kno about me




crazy motherfucker

commit murder [prod. STILL]

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commit murder [prod. STILL] + MUSIC VIDEO

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I don't fuck with nobody,
nobody to fuck with,
OmenXIII stay away from the public,
OmenXIII stay away from the fuck shit,

A select few, that I trust that can run shit,
You know that I run shit, 
Butterflies, Studded belts,
Black nails, Drop Dead,

I don't need a fuckin trend,
I just want the fuckin end
I just wanna disappear
The thoughts in my mind are designed to help me make it clear

I could show you things, you're afraid to give in to
I could tell you things, that you're scared to admit too
Days of my life, like the air in my room,
Everything is the same, even if it feels new.

Ridin' round in yo city, Rollin' round with some misfits
Ain't no tellin who's with me, I got the blade I admit it
I got the Rossi I'm sippin. Losin track of the minutes,
I don't need no time, If I did I would get it. 

Ridin' round in yo city, Rollin' round with some misfits
Ain't no tellin who's with me, I got the blade I admit it
I got the Rossi I'm sippin. Losin track of the minutes,
I don't need no time, If I did I would get it. 

I seen your friends and I heard of your enemies,
Neither of those is a threat to me, specially anyone ridin with you,
You support things that I do not approve,

I don't need opinions from the minds of the weak.
I don't need a friend that don't need me.
I don't need love to help me breathe.
I don't need a reason to ever be me.

MISFIT

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OPI (Prod. Maverick)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wo6dHiSm8C0

Fuck with me? Bitch I wish you would, Bitch you wish you could.
I'm a king, keep that understood, bitch watch where you stand,
On demand, 10 thousand demons ready to attack.
Fuck yo set, Always steady flex but you do not impress, 

Where you at? Where you at? Bitch we posted in the back.
All black, countin stacks, we got bands, we wants racks.
Issues on issues on issues, all that you have when it's your time you misuse.
You are not the only one that's been through shit 
at the bottom of the barrel don't you ever get it switched bitch

Switchblade swangin, switch blade slayin'.

Money stack, in the shadows, 50-50 on these tracks, Where you at?
Spend a half, flip that shit and make it back, Where you at?
Never had a rack from doin what I want, but now I do
Try to fuck with us but we won't fuck with you, Where you at? 

Where you at?

MUSIC VIDEO

Massacre (Prod. OmenXIII) [MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION]

IMightDieBeforeIDetox (feat. whxami)(prod. Azrael)

Prod. by @azraeltheangelofdeath
lost soul clique we out

WTF YOU STARING AT (prod. Azrael)

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I GREW UP WITH A SENSE OF MYSELF/
THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND THEM/ 
HOW MY WORDS BOUT TO SLICE'EM SO THIN LIKE THEY TRYNNA CUT WEIGHT ON THEY WAY TO THE GYM/
TRAINING DAY BUT THEY SIT BY THE BENCH/ SPOT A NIGGA SHIT GETTING SUSPENSEFUL/ TEACHING SOMETHING THE MOMENT I TEST YOU ERASE YOUR EXISTENCE JUST USING A PENCIL/
TANGO DOWN CAUSE HE MOVED IN MY RADIUS STOP ALL THAT PLAYING SHIT TURN OFF YO CONSOLE UNPLUG YO PLAYSTATION BITCH/ BY THE WAY THIS IS JUST GETTING STARTED IM OFFA BLUE PILL SO PLUG ME INTO MATRIX TANK/
STILL THEY WANNA SAY DEM IS SIMILAR HEARING YOUR STYLES SOUND OFTLY FAMILIAR/ WHY THEY WANT COPY ME THEN CLAIM ORIGINAL  PROVES THAT THEIR FUCKING DELIRIOUS/ 
AND YO LIL SISTER BI-CURIOUS LAUGH IT OFF QUICK WHILE I LOOK AT YOU SERIOUS/ BITCH I HIT LICKS AND IM CLEARING'EM I AM THE ONE AINT NO OTHER SINCERELY HIM/ 
COVER YOUR FACE LIKE KENNY,
MOST OF THESE RAPPERS JUST FACE LIKE PENNIES/ I GOT A WHITE REDHEAD LIKE WENDY, WHILE MOST OF THESE CLIQUES LIKE ED, EDD, EDDY/ 
I HOLD THE BURNER AND BLAST TIGHT STEADY/ 
RUNNING THE FOREST I FUCKS ON JENNY/
I GOT THE WOP AND 1 EYE ON FETTY,
DONT CARE BOUT THE GUAP OR YOUR IPHONE SILLY/ 
IM CHILLING WITH DEATH LIKE BILLY IM POINTING THE BEAM AINT NO FLASHLIGHT JIMMY/ 
WATCH THESE LIL NIGGAS GET PETTY I PROMISE MY JOB IS TO EMPTY ON PLENTY/

FORMULA BITE MINE HEAVY/
I MAKE SURE HIS BLOODLINE ENDING/
I MAKE SURE MY LIMELIGHT READY FOR QUALITY FILMING THIS PUBLIC BEHEADING/ 

BITCH I CRAWLED UP FROM THAT DIRT NAP WATCH MY HANDS RUB JUST LIKE BIRDMAN I CONTROL THOSE BODIES ERMAC CANT NOBODY STOP ME HEARD THAT/ 
YALL ARE VERMIN,
THAT FANBASE A BURDEN,
THAT I KNOW FOR CERTAIN WET YO BLOCK UP FUCK A BIRDBATH/ 

MAYBE I DONT GIVE A FUCK, BOUT NOBODY BUT MYSELF, MADE TSUNAMIS AND EXCELLED NOW IM LEFT WONDERING LIKE WHAT ELSE?
CARDS THAT I BEEN DEALT,
TOP NOTCH BITCH GOT SKILLS,
FAVORITE RAPPER CANT PAY BAIL,
BUT HE COLD BLOODED CAUSE HE SAY HE GOT SCALES/

Formula (Prod. Phosphate)

Lyrics:

take this bedrock off my back/

y’all on my waist I ain’t rockin satchels

whole scene just flipped flopped like sandals/

back up,

I don’t wanna catch your cancer 

question

I already gave out answers, lessons 

I could not resist what my universe grants me/ 

You against me good odds ends badly/

Tragic, not really sarcastic as can be/

me against me is audacious as can be/ 

you not with me not my friends not my family/

i bust at you if I fail then it’s plan B/

get your homies to watch on your back like you planting y’all pussies is pink like salmon

I’m on ya tail like Raditz, I’m upping the ratchet and hitting that green like a racket/

I got a stick in my varsity jacket/

 I’m in the league while you still play for varsity nigga what happened I leave you abandoned critique and do damage I hurt you lil faggots go cry in your panic/ 

I get depressed for some time then I’m manic/

I got these bars but I used to do Xanax I’m up in the crib while you lie in your hammock I’ll tie that shit up while you sleeping and stab you/ 

like what happened,

what happened,

what happened,

and it’s inefficient if ya bitch in the vip and she not sucking dick on command like/ 

like what happened,

what happened,

what happened,

what happened

and you know it’s on sight if you don’t get me right dropping hits on demand nigga damn like/ 

like what happened/ 



thinking bout letting you breathe, while all on your knees, im diving like capital steeze, she spit out my nut like seeds, hoe blow like the breeze and I’m dropping til Fall when I leave/ 

I keep it up you just keep underneath/

Air it out in this bitch til she queef/ 

Y’all niggas ain’t with it y’all niggas is creeps/

You look like you just seen a ghost, 

I’m in a phantom go so fast you cant see it smoke but I bet you can smell when it go/ 

Y’all niggas not what you claim in your songs/ sing along like a birdie cmon/

cmon/

cmon/

that shit gon get you clipped like salon/

pass the stick then I dip like baton/

blowing gas it’s so loud like alarm/

FR[A]NCH (PROD. GHOST)

Demon $layer (Prod. Baker Phonk)

Dual Blade (Feat. Fukkit) Prod. mathiastyner

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