SING ME A LULLABY, MY SWEET TEMPTATION

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[VERSE I: Raindrop Walka]
i'm falling apart
you mighta thought i was playing a part in the art i've created but most of the words reflect what's happened or what is waiting to start happening
i keep on damaging myself
tryna fill the void with all this water round my neck
i'm bout to drip until i drown
all these drugs up in my nose
i taste the drip that shit's so sour
all these cars that i bought either don't start or got impounded
pursued the american dream
the nightmare's what i doubted
catch a flight to london or i'll catch i flight to lyon
show my face in public
show another one at home
see my name on the marquee
letters falling down
littering a cold dark street somewhere downtown
as soon as i reached cloud 9 it started storming
heavy thunderstorms in every city that i'm touring
life ain't like a rap video
that's just a warning
hoping to see the sun when i wake up in the morning

[VERSE II: Hearse Boy]
all this misery, misery, misery
fuck
look at my history
no mystery where I might end up
just shut up
don’t wanna hear it
it’s my decision
may be my last words so just please listen
so long
it’s been torture being here
so gone
getting high been how I cope with fear
same song
and I’m sick of singing it
let me move on
it’s for my benefit but come one come all to my down fall
bear witness to everything that I can’t solve
my therapist made me promise before I end it all
that her phone would be the one I choose to call crying asking
is it really worth it?
what's beneath the surface or behind the curtain
really don’t think I wanna take this any further
made one last attempt to figure out my purpose
I called her phone it said..

[OUTRO: Raindrop Walka & Hearse Boy]
when life gets hard keep on marching on
even if the finish line is far or you have to push the car
keep on marching on

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

THE NUMBER YOU HAVE DIALED IS NOT IN SERVICE

LYRICS-
[VERSE I: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]

when i die auction off all my body parts
lets see what oddy costs
under my skull the shotty's cross
got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal
making so much money it's like my boss is the devil
she loved me she loves not i done ran out of petals
littered the ground with rose bits ill grip this thorny stem forever
a portrait of my pain an homage to my suffering
same tale i been uncovering
im staining the whole world grey yall get back to coloring
in this mental prison im locked up like a pitbulls jaw

[VERSE II: HALF CIG]

Slickity slickity sloth
Thug Bach
Shoot up the mass
It will B minor
Jabbing my arm no Pfizer
Dick cuffed like it cum with priors
Liars, All around me talking hugs and love
Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust
Fuck
That’s some hard mother fucking truth
Still contemplating suicide
Just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt
Call a skank up
To pretend she love me
“But I do love you”
hoe don’t talk while you fucking sucking

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
uhhhh
should we?
i...
that was a lil short bruh

[HALF CIG]
well 
fuck, bro

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
can we?

[HALF CIG]:
i just did 8 bars cuz i thought you said all you had to say

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
i got-
i got more shit to say, broke
like...

[HALF CIG]:
well i mean...

[RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]: 
what?
tell me

[HALF CIG]:
they saying you lost touch...

[VERSE III: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]

who the fuck said ruby done lost his touch?
blame my success on lots of luck
but lots of luck didnt get your bitch unfucked
blame my absense on the fact that my dick got stuck
call me evergreen
your bitched never seemed like she lost touch
begging me she wants her jaw fucked
withdraw from dope before i withdraw my cash
use her tongue to collect ash
for the stash i guess ill smash
pull off in a gle wagon fucked up i might crash
just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash

[VERSE IV: HALF CIG]

Bitch I cheated death
Ain’t a thing that I can’t do
Manipulation shorty
I could sell ice to Nanook
I could sell ice to the jeweler
I could sell Christ like I’m Judas
Self righteous type of a shooter
Make my life insurance shoot up
Wet screwed up
Product of my environment
My therapist was talking Freud
I rolled my eyes Then fired the bitch
Why would I quit?
My drug of choice is overdosing duhhh
My dick got no limits
I’m master p pimping
And making them bitches say ughhhhh

[OUTRO: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL & HALF CIG]

rain, rain
go away
200 on the dash
watch me hydroplane
gang, gang
gang’s all grey
from new orleans to ottawa
from atlanta to the bay

THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO

[VERSE I: Romeo da Black Rose]

finding love in all the wrong places
shuffling through pretty faces
i'm glad you had a nice time but right now i need my space bitch
i don't wanna waste your time, and i definitely don't wanna waste mine
if i don't feel the vibe, i'll curb you like a stop sign
i been going through some shit
i guess i'm getting used to it
i been going through some shit
i guess i'm getting used to it
i used to doubt my usefulness
she a bad bitch and her ass thick
she gon turn me into a sad simp
another habit
goddamn
i'm such an addict
i always gotta have it
one more time for validation
watch me turn into a rabbit

[VERSE II: Yung Heath Ledger]

what do ya know?
it's young wetto riding with a hoe
that bitch before?
she was tripping 
had to let her go
eenie meenie
miney moe
now he finger froze
i was sold when I showed my flaws and she loved me more
used to fucking hate her and she stated that she hate me too
now it’s babe I love you and she saying boy I love you too
still I deal with trauma from this ex in my past
only bitch I know psycho enough to land me in rehab
i ran
40 yard dash with a stash in my pants
now looking back she never had a chance
moving on to better things, bigger dreams
like cumming in pussy and hope my girl has a mini me

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Escape from BABYLON

[VERSE I: Ruby da Archangel]

sold my soul to the GREY
became a household name
i claimed my grave and chained my name
i'm out the game
i don't play to win
i don't play at all and win by default
i climbed to the top just to see how far down i would fall
looked up at the heavens and thought it looked small
below me a valley a demons constantly scheming
i looked back down thinking "fuck all of yall"
i came into this world as an accident
blazing trails just to get a whiff of that blackened scent
pull up in the porsche if the benz got in an accident
fuck
ima have to get my car wrapped again
i'm back again 
back against the wall
tryna live it up before the curtain falls
white knuckle grip holding up my GREY cabal
any questions?
give one of my managers a call

[VERSE II: Lil Apache]
used to hide from the pigs now it's the IRS
wetto stil white trash 
fuck all the alphabets
ain't a damn thing changed but the change i got
all these chains came from pain and the blame i rock
just gimme the drop
gimme the spot
gimme the time
gimme the place
ringing the 9
bringing the mob
keeping the iron by my waist
off of the lines like a race
my decline gave me space to get my ind to redefine what the fuck i'm looking for today
so it's fuck an intro
fuck what you think you know
"scrim was better on dope"
fuck i heard that before
pulling crowds like the pope
heard your broke and it shows
i won't say no names though but he got a cameo
$UICIDE til the murder show
been getting head all around the globe
backstage hoes tell em tally-ho
maybe oddy though

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Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Genesis

GENESIS

[VERSE I: Yung Christ]
i got the glock in my yoga pants
fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
swanging that K in an open stance
loaded from smoking that opium
stain a lil boy in the clothes he's in
all of my walls they closing in
5150
they tryna come get me
just minding my business and moseying
matte black
smoking packs
panic attacks back to back
xanax on my lap debating 
should i relapse?
but back to the hoe i was talking bout
i just wanna put it up in her mouth
pimping up in my blood
wassup cuz?
thuggin that dirty south
four letter
two numbers bitch
GREY*59
three fingers in the air
main bitch by my side
slicky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter
young jesus with them forgi wheels
don't walk he drive on water
anytime, anyplace
any hood, any state
good til i fucking ain't
woods to the fucking face
riding with my baby Sage
lines on expensive plates
tears on my diamond chains
stoic never looking phased
poet when i'm spitting game
show me how that pussy shaved
dosage climbing with my shame
mama crying for my pain
will they ever understand?
can i even help my dad?
money fucking up my fam
giving until there's nothing left
pulling up in that latest "damn!"
chopper stay on me 
don't need no hands
prefer to be lonely 
don't need no friends
hoe we just fucking i don't date fans
i'm with my cousin and talking plans
went to my hood and copped some land
blowing through my money like democrats
2 step on the IRS fuck a tax



[VERSE II: Romeo da Black Rose]
why the fuck you look to me for help?
there ain't an ace in the cards i was dealt
i'm 31
still don't know how to take care of myself
honestly i'm scared that i might melt
leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
maybe in the next life i'll come back as a nice belt
i don't know
there's a fine line between me and you
the biggest difference is i'll snort that shit and prolly puke
dodge and juke all the bullshit yall try and put me through
but i'm shining
babygirl wylin
catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
palm starts to sweat by the way i'm gripping my 9
yeah i'm always on my toes but i'm still the same height
standing tall over my grave
make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
i can't put 'em on my wall that shit just ain't my taste
lil shawty wanna marry me
i said "you're better off in debt"
if it didn't work out, baby, i'd be real hard to forget
germans whips and private jets
private beaches to access
fuck on me, baby
i'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat
i ride for my family that's GREY*59
try and be all i can be and not waste my time
on the brink of insanity
i can't make up my mind
yeah i battle my vanite and think i'm blind

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Matte Black

MATTE BLACK

[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
it's that demented motherfucker
i'm kicking it with my brothers
repping the *59
you know GREY the fucking color
my gat screaming "kill 'em, wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"
smoking 'em like some indo
let the pistol up and spray
never could be fucked with
my dick they love to suck it
they calling me game 7 slick
i switch a bitch like subjects
pull up continental
make a hoe get sentimental
i got 18K in dental
balling with no fundamentals
michael jackson off a thriller dose
hold off on the killer dose
cooking up in a rental
"BAM!"
Emeril with the chemical
northside general
pull up in that benz
forgis turn it something cynical
anyway
think i'm bout to die by anyday
half high pass five
rolling up that mary jay
i might drop 30 like Curry with no NBA
hop out Eddie Murray with the stick and let it swing away
hot boy turn the block out
pimping out the crack house
macking up on these bitches
flew a hoe to fuck from krakow
my dick threw her back out
packed and flew her back out
been running and gunning and fucking
all while tripping in a black out
mane it's the killer
northside guerilla
mom and dad both friends and my ex a pill dealer
tell me who keep it realer?
there's no drug i ain't touched
Basquiat you face and i Banksy your face up
boy aim with your face up
they clowns with no make up
this me before warm ups
i ain't even laced up
fuck boy get your rank up
robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice 1 wetto from the ghetto
i was born to die
let 'em fry



[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
ruby getting up in them gizzards
neck look like a blizzard
keeping an eye on these snakes in the grass so i move just like a lizard
backwood tastes vanilla
popping pain killers
grip the .45
i feel like the grey gorilla
chickenheads flocking
they think i'm a quesadilla
beating up the pussy i must be a lady killer
papa pine break your spine
rub her clit like it's a vibe
now she's asking what's my sign so i threw up the *59
i'm the lord of the 7th ward
pick the lock of heaven's door
feel no need to settle scores
leave pussies red and sore
never called her back she breaking down like metalcore
everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn
check the score
GREY*59 5 and 0 in the 4th 
what a chore
rolled a blunt so big we'll have to light it with a torch
whip looks like it might've lost the second world war
ruby such an animal
7th ward dragon
when i breathe it's fucking flammable
keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals
all these fucking chains
you would think i'm wearing mannacles
yea bitch tell what's happening
dick so big i'll turn her pussy to the grand canyon
all my haters pussy like i keep on smelling salmon
keep it old school
i might pull up with a cannon
yeah bitch tell me what it is
wake up with a smile picking out the right fit
oj in the morning like i stabbed a white bitch
every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick

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Fucking Your Culture

FUCKING YOUR CULTURE

[VERSE I: Anthony Mars]
yo light that cigarette
i'm tripping
ash it on my bitches
taking my dose
i never skip it
still in my hood up pistol gripping
still got 100 blunts
got that bape up in my cup
stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
wetto the king of the GREY
self park i don't fuck with valet
sheesh
private jet fuck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay
no i'm never okay
bitch stop asking
came up and supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy
running and ducking the slammer
thinking bot cocking the hammer
the lights the glitter the glamour
none of this shit even matters
none of this shit made me happy
wound up in rehab instead of a casket
locking me up and they had the rooms padded
made a straight jacket my fashion

[VERSE II: Norman Atomic]
ruby that motherfucker
grim reaping
i'm undercover
soul seeking
i found another bitch who's thinking that i'm her lover
no
reason i keep on shrugging
blunt is cashed let's keep 'em coming
only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
i'm a pro at self doubt but i doubt i'll ever know 
that these bitches want me to fly 'em out all because i upped the glow
all these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
and talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough
all this fame is such a curse sometimes i wish i was a ghost
watch me raise the fucking dead next time i'm on stage at a show

[OUTRO: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
haunted, haunted
i can't escape my mind
it's like i'm doing time all the time
exhausted, lost it
just one little line
have this talk with god all the time

1000 Blunts

1000 BLUNTS

[VERSE I: Lord of Loneliness]
ruby be pulling these hoes all over the globe
but still i'm alone putting shit up my nose
all of the money, the cars, and the clothes
it comes and it goes
one day i'll be ready to gather my bones
dig me a hole
say goodbye as my two eyes start to close
but that day ain't even close
all of yall leave me alone
leave me alone
who the fuck won't copy us?
no stopping us
she blocked me cause i'm stocking up on foxy sluts and shoddy cuffs
no roxy dust
i'm oddy nuff
the next bitch who wanna lock me up i'm knocking up
the rope in my hand keeps knotting up
i'm so tired of thinking i'm not enough

[VERSE II: Lil Remains]
pull up in a drop top
(why?)
people tryna take what's mine
(who?)
people i called my friends
(where?)
people i called my fam, goddamn
speed dial my style for a fix
(when?)
right now and i don't wanna hear shit
(wait what?)
i tell a hoe take off before i cut the dope off
living too painful to quit
i been dreaming of a reason not to paint the fucking ceiling with my brains and mypain
that's just how the fuck i'm feeling
tired of hurting
feeling worthless
is this God thing really working?
pointless searching for a purpose
meet me at my service

In Constant Sorrow

IN CONSTANT SORROW

[VERSE I: Cut Throat Van Gogh]
It’s that north north player
boy these pills ain’t no bayer and this weed like an onion
you can smell it in the air
cut throat van gogh
slicky the picture painter
my hoe want me to save her but at best i might betray her
i was never one to fit in
why would i bring a kid in this world fucked up and hard enough to just exist in
riding around with that glock thinking “should i blow my tizzop?”
one last way to ball
kill myself while getting mizzouth 



[VERSE II: Papa Pine]
scrim is fucking sober but i smoke enough weed for the both of us
honey games
my lungs are stained
must numb my brain
i can't focus
suppressing my emotions
turn 'em into concrete
let 'em sink to the bottom of the ocean
matter fact i'll turn 'em into raw meat
let the sharks eat
gut the gar please
i need to smoke
fuck
again i'm losing focus
hit the weed
so i can go to sleep
i hate having dreams
they're always fucked up and i wake up trying to breathe

Ashes of Luxury

ASHES OF LUXURY

[VERSE I: Lil Hearse]
3 AM drinking with this pistol on my lap
six medications
guess there ain’t no fixing that
it's that broken mother fucker
knuckling til I relapse
if I die they might cry til they inherit my stacks
cold fucking world,
tell me what’s the word?
only time I speak my heart is when the message come out slurred
people pleasing
always eager to fix a motherfuckers problems
leave me at the bottom
more comfortable with gomorrah and sodom
i chew on fent and rot my teeth
all for moments of peace and slow heart beats
got offered a God I dissed 
who gon save me?
all I could do was laugh and say "c'est la vie"
woe is me I know you get the picture
this type of pain will earn you seven figures
check my DNA my RNA come with predictors
this shit is scripture and for what I got there’s no elixirs
feel like I’m not enough
find myself playing my dad like Honey Boy and Shia LeBeouf
my mama crying as she watch the clock
text my bro I love him even though he got my number blocked
i would give up everything to see my brothers clean
no second thoughts
it's fuck the cost or take me
leave 'em be
take my money
say you love me even if it's lies
that connections so depressing but it's all i got



[HOOK: Lil Hearse]
when i die just play this fuckin song
i was never meant for this been torture just to carry on
couple coupes, lotta zeroes, and a couple homes
none of it did shit for me 
cock the pistol now i'm-





[VERSE II: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
head in the clouds
it looks like it might rain again
always holding back tears
it's how i manage to pay the rent
pay the bills
place the bet so i don't have to chase the check
verified through $UICIDE
the glitz and glamour came and went
wash my fucking soul and still that one stain is kept
i just wanna be loved
the root of all my pain except the type that come with age 
in death i can finally lay and rest
i'm owed a little peace and i'm ready to erase the debt
i never planned on showing the world the face that hides behind the mask
i always thought the last thing i would hear would be the gun's blast
filling the black hole in my chest with sex and drugs but it never lasts
it never lasts
shit 
two years ago big pharma should've just cashed me out
now i got a deviated septum
ima just rat me out
pat me down
ask me how i'm still depressed
all they see is my set
all they see is lack of debt
all they see is what they wanna see
calling me a wanna be
i don't wanna be in misery
exit the pharmacy
get a girl i wanna see
i wanna see how hard i bleed when she rips out my fucking heart
enter the pharmacy
i'm a private person and take pride in my verses
fuck your whole opinion
i don't care if it worsens
i'll ruin my reputation and make sure it's on purpose
fuck this shit

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Eulogy

EULOGY

[VERSE I: Wetto]
pimping sluts
pimping hoes
riding clean smoking dope
with my main bitch
pussy soaking as she give me throat
limping with no cain
it’s the mane with them diamond rings
strapped up with that thang for a lame
to blow out their brains
cruising like a mac
wetto be pulling up like he the mayor
bitches they want me to save em
nah
fuck em and put em in labor
nah
creeping with one in the chamber
smoke a sucker like crack
cut throat maniac
took his hoe down to the track
you know i’m northside


[VERSE II: Yung Snow]
landed in the 504 at 5:04
back at home where life's a bore
try not to snore
i should fly some bitches down
about 5 or 4
4 or 5 days later
later alligator
already thinking bout whens the next tour
from recording in my shed to having like three rooves over my head
ruby leveled up
i got like six whips i don't need the keys to the rover truck anymore
watching the palm trees sway in the breeze
a moment of peace
i hope there's plenty more




[VERSE III: Yung Snow]
she gave me dome so good i think she thinks the earth is flat
mouth like the fucking firmament
she got my eyes rolling back
face a blunt
she rolls 'em back to back
and when she's bitching she knows what the fuck i'm texting back
ruby slick with these hoes
i keep 'em froze
snow leopard holds a black rose real close
i've had enough heartbreak
start breaks and stop 'em like car brakes
oddy chillen like a pose i won't post

[VERSE IV: Wetto]
hoes they want the screwing
i’m just looking for the chewing mane
chrome thang
riding while i swang
swerving lane to lane
sipping on some drank with a skank who got coke head name
something like brandi, or cami, maybe tammy
fuck it
they all the same
part of the game
i don’t trip
i just give em dick
off the fent
looking like a lick
pimping like i’m mic
lunatic
slick he run the north like the bolsheviks
call my bitch
fuck her back outdoors
now my neighbors pissed

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No Matter Which Direction I'm Going In, I Never Chase These Hoes

NO MATTER WHICH DIRECTION I'M GOING IN, I NEVER CHASE THESE HOES

[VERSE I: Slick Sloth]
still here boasting my emotions
now coping while fucking dopeless
let the dope hit
breathing slowly
look baby, i’ll show you hopeless
load the ammo
scarecrow no shadow
bloody pianos
sold out gallows
my mind so harrowed
from tragic backroads traveled
waking up with dread
pop off on my meds
nose deep in narcotics
window shopping for my fathers problems
do you have some options?
my hand numb from gripping the pistol
trigger finger callous
my heart out to my girl
i know that loving me is a challenge

[VERSE II: Lil Oozing]
garbage what i'm spewing
sluggish how i'm moving
dope is what i'm choosing if you ask me how i'm doing
i be cruising, coasing, using, dosing
just don't overdue it
hoping i don't fucking lose it
rope in hand
i tied the noose
it's open
another night blacked out
lying on the bathroom floor
i ain't gonna black out
i ain't gonna last out
i guarantee i'll have some more  
ima dive into the void head first
ain't tryna avoid said thirst
i'm tryna enjoy death 
worst things about me
constantly doubting the fact that i'm blessed by a curse

$uicideboy$ Were Better In 2015

$UICIDEBOY$ WERE BETTER IN 2015

[VERSE I: Yung Maraschino]
southside shorty on them all black forgis
$UICIDE for life, but i ain't touring at 40
bitches begging for a ring just cuz i can kinda sing
but the only thing that i want is to be a fucking normie
hold up, lil mama
i got them thangs
what about 'em?
whats the problem?
i got my own, you ain't gotta solve 'em
i promise it won't effect you
i'm just tryna holla
starving for attention but i'm not tryna bother you
i used to come in last
focused on the past
now i'm drifting down the highway until i run out of gas
don't wanna be recognized but i ain't wearing a mask
just point and fucking wave
i don't wanna be tagged

[VERSE II: Young North]
ima north side playa snorting southside dope
pull up in the benz
give the southside hope
joe exotic what i’m smoking
backwood flaming
backwoods claiming
(yo slick what you saying?)
ima praying motherfucker
(lying motherfucker)
okay up and spray a motherfucker if they step in my business
(keep spraying motherf—-!)
sorry that’s my mental illness
need to pop me a pill before i finish these lyrics
(ahhh okay)
now i’m stunting like my daddy
swerving in that caddy
thinking about getting high because my fam rather me that way
just know that i tried but i think it’s time
sincerely signed, $UICIDE

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IN CONSTANT SORROW

$UICIDEBOY$

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