[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

Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

one of my favorite $B projects for sure. keeps you from drowning at your lowest. only a few other of their mixtapes are as packed with so many highlights as this one. I'll go as far to say that there isn't one bad song on here. the 13th track I feel kind of does disrupt the vibe of the mixtape, but I still love it. enjoy fellow $B fans, safe travels. I love you, but you should love yourself too. may peace be with you.
1. I Miss My Dead Friends 
2. That Time We Went to Wal Mart In Memphis To Steal Some Shit Before We Met Up With TA To Shoot His Video (Ft. Ghost (Memphis)
3. LTE
4.Gloss of Blood
5. La Croix
6. All My Life I've Wanted a Chevy
7. I Ended Up Driving the Camaro Off the Causeway Bridge
8. April Mourning
9. Cerberus (Ft. Masta Drag)
10. In Order to Cast a Shadow You Must First Light a Fire
11. Handzum $uicide (Ft. Rozz Dyliams)
12. Sold My Soul to Satan Waiting in Line at the Mall
13. Fuck Boy Blood Bath

YUNGDEATHLILLIFE

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$uicideboy$ -Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty  (REMIX)

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GLOSS OF BLOOD

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[Verse 1: $lick $loth]

Tell me what you know bout a motherfucker out the bottom with a gold grill gleamin
makin all these hoes problems
stalker creepin out the fucking dungeon
switchblade on em hit the guts like a pumpkin
dumpin'
30 rounds out the clip off rip
too thick with the stick bet i won't miss
lil $lick real sick
don't talk shit
whip whip like a brick scale on fish
$uicide night time
no we don't fight crime
it's the Grey *59 with the real red eyes and we dyin inside 
bodies in fluoride
let the rope untie
just crucify me
Yung Christ wrist's sliced
couple hoes on ice singin RIP

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

Ruby was a motherfuckin reject
then i cut my wrists and now i motherfucking bleed checks
still broke after all the motherfucking weed gets rolled
hoes askin if i see a ghost
tell em no i just seep smoke when the weeds blown
she chokes from the deep throat
3 feet of rope
lethal
slay the fucking sheep
so evil
ima hang myself and then i get to see home
Ruby a fuckin demon
Ruby got a cult now
hoes tryna bolt down Ruby
the result of a reject from a small town turned into a demon
I'm evolved now
loud growl
Snow Leopard on the prowl
stay the fuck back hoe
slay the whole pack hoe
paint the globe black hoe
soon i will shed this skin
turn to the devil then i'll never reminisce 


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[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]

pulling up with the pump
slugs that will make you slumped
drugs always keep me numb
wake up in the morning just to pop some
bitch it's FUCKTHEPOPULATION
bodies in my basement
lord of the forsaken watching bitches fornicating
Lucifer Beelzebub Satan 
triple 6 be my language
smoking on something that's flagrant
shooting up something that's tainted
rain drops cover my dreadlocks
mood 21 Savage that red opps
might go and get my face tatted with a tear drop
shell shocked leaving bodies on the sidewalk

[VERSE II: YUNG PLAGUE]

6 days until my death
on the seventh let me be
lower level dwelling
now the devil's rocking FTP
Ruby setting trends but in the end he wants his breath to cease
leopard print all on his body
body hanging off the Sphinx
Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinning out the herd
Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm
poisoning the dirt
Ruby going to find his death and flirt
Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn cut up into thirds
Ruby got a broken oath he once swore
take him back to church
Ruby's bloody fist up her skirt


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DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD?  [PROD. ZACFTP & CVSTILLO]

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Radical $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x GETTER - CHAMPION OF DEATH

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[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]

wake up with an ache that fades
pop two pills with gatorade
round my neck hangs gator fangs
might reveal more at a later date, but i don't know
Yung $now kind of go with the flow
bring a hoe back stage
tell her "tell me everything you know about life"
then i bounce
Roxy's hitting hard
i'm feeling fucking sick
ima have to smoke a half an ounce just to balance it out
Ruby backing out
Ruby blacking out
falling fucking deeper 
I think Ruby cashing out
the grass is always greener when the gave is lacking crowds
look who's laughing now
an audience cracking up
you can let the curtains down now
i wallow in sorrow
ain't no tomorrow
missed a call from $lick and woke up in a gown, how?

[Verse 2: Lil' Remains]

i just bought 10 Roxys
call up Oddy then i crush it up
Chronic laced with something
I'm like fuck it let me hit the blunt
rolling down your block 
it ain't shit for the set to crush it up
told that bitch "get out my ear"
she need to chill and hit the blunt
xanax bars up in my drink
before i pour 'em, crush it up
we never fucked with you fuckboy
don't act like you can hit the blunt
take that motherfucking bat upside your skull and crush it up
so full of them drugs, i might throw up
i knew i shouldn't have hit the blunt

Eternal Grey

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$UICIDEBOY$ & Pouya - RUNNIN' THRU THE 7TH WITH MY WOADIES (BASS BOOSTED)

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[VERSE I: SOULJA RAG MURDER]

all i see is scrubs
face mean mugged
on a couple drugs
smoke with migo plug
FTP my blood
grey the fucking gang
boy stay in your lane
never high
just maintain
hate this fame
hate this game
take these shoes
last a day
oil flowing through my veins
lil remains that make that stain
y'all look good in cellophane mane
insane
real blade
swing it through your fucking brain
i said fuck 'em
we got a problem?
what you gonna do with it?
i think nada
just a persona
and i'm nirvana
popping xans to make you mad i know you want some
rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling
got an ounce of the coke white snow floating
river road shawty
yung christ the one chosen
slick tote the AK47 stolen
woadie joscin' 

[VERSE II: SNOWMANE]

all of yall are oversaturating 'preme and bape
bitch its FTP all fucking day
all yall look the fucking same
fuck the fame
fuck a lane
bitch i'm bout to swerve into the toll booth and scrape the change
bring out your dead and blaming it on yung plague
bitch i pull up with the K
K9 by my right leg until i say OK
K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face
all i gotta say is G*59 until the grave
1 color
2 numbers
3 fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
i'm like fuck the others
ima bring the ruckus
i might fuck your bitch
she swears she suffers under the covers
ima hell hound
hell bound
shawty wanna die
ima sell pounds
shawty said she might let them bells pound
shawty wanna cry
i'm like fuck
every night keep turning black
i close my eyes

KILL YOURSELF Part XII: The Dark Glacier Saga

2ND HAND

[VERSE I: RAINDROP WALKA]

another day waiting for death
everyday that i waste on my list of regrets
so i tell myself "it's okay. day after next we'll make all these arrangements to change. you can better yourself."
i know i'm wasting my breath as i inhale
i know i'm escaping my death as i inhale
i can't recall why i'm suffocating
my lungs are failing

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets
cold weather
all alone
Blackness
grey air, just snow
Feelings low
being followed by crows
call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight
Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
Baby, let me decompose
Never names said more shade spit
I'ma see you one day, that’s a promise

PARIS

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