Missing this time of my life man but happy where I am

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KILL YOURSELF Part I: The $uicide Saga

MASK & DA GLOCK (FEAT. TRIPPY THA KID)

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FUCK A HOE (FEAT. BLACK SMURF)

KILL YOURSELF Part VII: The Fuck God Saga

VIVIVI (FEAT. RVMIRXZ)

KILL YOURSELF Part IX: The Soulseek Saga

DON'T GIVE A FUCK ($OUL DOUBT RMX) [PROD. BIG LOS]

KILL YOURSELF Part X: The Resurrection Saga

$LEEP WALK

High Tide in the Snake's Nest

MANNEQUINS ARE MY BEST OF FRIENDS

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Grey Sheep

ORACLE [PROD. DIRTY VANS]

NEVER CRASH FREESTYLE (prod. x Koena)

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[Verse 1: $lick $loth]

got 4 bitches on my digits
AKs in my kitchen
cocaine on my dishes from my older uncle's business
a minute turns to minutes
a vision turns to visits from a witness on a mission from the Feds that got him snitchin
religion of the sixes turnin bitches into witches
got a hit list with a few i wanna lay down up in some ditches
fuck em all burn them bridges
sus motherfuckers with a sickness
45 tucked in my britches
$uicide be the voice of the misfits hoe

[Verse 2: Yung $now]

$now Leopard creepin
the icicle demon
i'm breathin this weed in 
my gaudy pack freezin
my shawty keep sneezin
i told her Yung $now keep it cold like i'm changin the seasons
that codeine i'm bleedin
all of these hoes see me gleamin
i'm leakin gold
we can go see the globe but need to keep it slow
that was a week ago
she ain't know $now Leopard had at least 3 or so alter egos that the Reaper know
oh no i keep her so close now she reach for rope
tie me up now she hope that Yung Plague won't be shown
my skull started tweakin
my skin started bleedin
my heart stopped it's beatin
my eyes disappear now the devil is near
oh yeah she feels the fear

Now the Moon's Rising

EVOLUTION (PRETTY GOOD MOVIE/PRETTY GOOD THEORY)

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[VERSE 1: $LICK SLOTH]

windows down with a frown
ash on my jeans
been up eating beans
these scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head
but I’d rather be dead
got no bread
out of meds
i can’t find no tranquility
put me out of my misery
insomnia drivin' me mental, so I put it on a front like golds on my dental
my lifes accidental
at the drop of a pencil
i might flash out and shoot every motherfucker while I’m drivin a rental
oh no don’t tempt me
i ain’t slept in six weeks
haven’t ate since wednesday
god damn I’m empty

[VERSE 2: YUNG SLUMBER]

i fall asleep but I don't want to rise out of bed
escape to my dreams I know some of them wet
the sun shinin bright as I open my eyes and then close up the blinds and wish that I was dead
some people wanna call me a pussy
some people wanna call me a bitch
some people wanna tell me that it ain’t that bad
lift up that chin
i wonder what they’d say after I slice my wrists
2 slits I’m gone in the endless abyss
one way street and i need a fucking lift
if sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean shit
po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup
gulping it down til' I don’t give a fuck

Dark Side of the Clouds

AM/PM

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[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]

i got that xanax flowing through my blood stream
bought them opiates to share with the team
got that tuss on me and i got the lean
molly in the water dance like selene
roxy/oxy bout to go up my nose
mix it with adderall 
mix it with the coke
im a fiend i cold never give up dope
i fucks with drugs i never fucks with these hoes
roll that dope

[VERSE II: YUNG $NOW]

Yung $now so froze
no hoes
glowing like a lightbulb with the glass fucking broken
night falls
i crawl on my fucking toes and leaders in Christ might put on their motherfucking robes
then pull up packing O's
blackened O's in the back of their throat
told em that i hope you choke
but you know how it goes
bitch i feel so low
i feel so solo 
hoe lay low

Grey Sheep II

AOKIGAHARA [PROD. GENSHIN]

SAGAS DROP SEPTEMBER 11TH NEVER FORGET

[VERSE I: YUNG MARASCHINO]

still got no hoes
so i'm pouring four o's
solo
solo cup double up
3 percs fizzle at the bottom 
if you don't know
hit you when i thrown bones from a pile of skeletons still sitting in my front lawn
drawn to the shadow
call me shadowkhan
crawl to the gallows
now the shadow gone
born with an arrow
sharp with a broken bow
aim it at the fucking battlefront 
ladder climbing up to her window
glass shatters now i'm playing fucking limbo
yeah, i got the cut on my neck
now that bitch wet
only fucking with me when she thinks i'm depressed
told that bitch "bet."
ima fucking jet 
no sweat
ima sip lead
swallow fucking bullets til my lips seep red
ruby been dead

[VERSE II: LIL REMAINS}

yung james jones
sipping on that throwed
mac 11 grip
and my fucking pistol all chrome
i'm fucking bound to bone
bound to the phonk
every day a different day
still getting throwed
middle finer to the hoes
middle finger to the world
umbrella for the tears and the red rain coming down my eyelids 
hate show biz
hate all the fame shit
vanish away like spaceghostpurrp did
either that or blow a hole through my head, shit
cuz things ain't what it is
everything switched
its like i'm watching a movie and i've seen the end
pretend smiles turn to whispers when your body turns
scarecrow bout to burn up in an urn

KILL YOURSELF Part XVI: The Faded Stains Saga

I'M DONE.

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[VERSE I: YUNG MUTT]

they told me "heavy is the head that wears the crown"
which is why i'm always looking down
looking like i'm always down
another year 
another clown
another round
another down
another grave i dug
another stain that's on my gucci gown
flip a fucking cross when i cross dress
satan in the flesh
bitch i never gave a fuck about what they said
put a whole in a fuckboy head
his face a fucking mess
yeah his face look like some mesh
fishnet
he a fucking pussy but ruby no rookie
yet another god is what i fucking could be
if i ever left my room
my fucking tomb
dreary wishes bitch i'm doomed
the king of gloom
got imposters on the roster
claim they fostered what i offered
watch me zoom
fuck it

[VERSE II: YUNG CHRIST]

it's that motherfucking anti-christ born through immaculate conception
perspective or perception
sick and tired here's a lesson
fuck your god
i'm your god
i'm your false idol
killed your fucking archangel st. michael
it's that devil in disguise, bitch
everybody dies, bitch
electric chair to fry 
switch
say goodbye then i blow a kiss
everybody welcome to my heron paradise
all my demons colonize
G R E Y
it's the 5 to the 9
we are them dogs that will bite
dreams that terrorize your mind at night
i spy a loaded 9 mm
$UICIDE mind
slipping deeper
creeping out my motherfucking grave
creature corpse slick and plague always remain
praise thy grey
caesar of these fucking apes

GLOOM

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[VERSE I: LIL CHOPPA]

choppa with choppa stay loaded
bullet shells all on your floor
trying to get higher
ruby got fire
i'm fucked up
he fucked up
whole grey fucked up
you done fucked up
passing the blunt
boy you know whats up
whats good my g
drunk driving but its just codeine
keep that heat on my side
welcome to my life everyday
life every niht
we all gon die
prolly gon fry
fuck being sober i stay getting high
40 oz got sipped
purple and yellow and red
only drink i mix
big bag of that dope
drip down my throat

[VERSE II: ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE]

got your bitch besides my coffin
yeah i call her juliet
told her not to weep
just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
i'm out of breath from smoking blunts
i'm too fucked up from sipping tech
was i kissing on your bitch?
or did i kiss the fucking tec?
paint me a new picture
picture that i pictured death
now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
hate all of this bullshit
man i hate all of this stress
imagine that
the more press that we get the closer i can feel my death

KILL YOURSELF Part XVII: The Suburban Sacrifice Saga

FACE IT

JUS A LIL SUMN FOR YALL WHILE WE WORK ON THE ALBUM.


[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

walk up out the womb with my middle fingers up
for my cousin, i'm bussing
got the nina tickety tucked
smoking with the devil on that level
paranoid n shit
got me on another binge
twisted on that dope n shit
i lose my mind
spree of crime
in the midst of time
blood in my eyes when i look into the high tide
moon rise
rose up as the anti-christ
here to terrorize
sleepy hollow with this slice
good night


[VERSE II: ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE]

trine be the most hated motherfucker
fuck a name
fuck a number
all i see is lame motherfuckers
keep me ducking
i'll keep trucking
ruin something
turn to nothing
me and my cousin fucking struggling
me and my cousin fucking hunting
fuck a friend
where my enemies?
who is who?
nothing to prove
fuck a flex
i'll flex my bills
i'm stressed
i ain't got nothing to lose
i'm depressed
i been a mess, but nonetheless got nothing to choose
nothing to gain
nothing but proof
nothing to change

I Don't Want to Die in New Orleans

FUCKALLOFYOU2K18

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

ORACLE [PROD. DIRTY VANS]

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