lyrics:

check the clock i think the time is up

dread when i get older thinkin that this life is not enough

no time for distractions if u hit me it aint poppin up (hit my dm)

u cannot reach the level that we at bro u aint toppin us

pacin myself, my mind never help, i gotta get real high til i melt 

ive broke out the cell

these people look at me for the key

i cant ever tell

these demons they not gettin to me

im wishin em well

eehhh

or so it seems they go away

but i think they here to stay

only pleasure that i get if yo bitch come gimme face

guess im stuck in evil ways

try to talk up to the god i dont know wtf to say

but i did i guess

i hope he answers if he did it would relieve the stress

i try to strive like every day i can to be the best 

my mama said if i just try it hard enough ill be one to get up to the top im countin days

i hope i see the next

heath ledger, people question me like why so serious?

needa drink some h20 i think gonna go delirious

go crazy wit this music shit the opposition gettin nervous i think that they fearin us

we come in wit deeds, shit aint free, they gon fear the best

kidx on the beat thats socrates u gon need sos

choppa wit a beam if u want steam u gettin put to rest

cop another feat im stackin green i dont even need deez pests uh

feel like lester, wit this shit

finna plan a heist 

man im goin dumb on this shit 

we aint finna fight my demons finna pull da gun, out and blick

mixing this at night ill do it til the sun, out i do shit just, for the fun, of it

WISHING WELL [PROD. KIDx]

Lyrics:

Hook:
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to


Verse:
Ima just do what I want to
Can’t hear what you sayin’ I don’t want to
If I like it then I buy it when I want to
You don’t like me when you see me then it’s fuck you

Me, myself and I, I don’t keep none
‘Cept a bad lil shorty with her ass up
Runnin’ from yo problems but I face front
Livin’ on the edge bitch I might jump

One, one, one two step
One, one, one two step
One, one, one two step
One, one, one two step

Never givin’ up I’m ‘bout to breakthrough
Got a life full of struggles but that made you
I don’t talk about it much can’t relate to
Always fuck what they sayin’ ima stay true

Hook:
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to
Ima just do what I want to

Sinizter & Yb Wasg'ood-DO WHAT I WANT TO!

hara-kiri

Die Young

hara-kiri (Deluxe)

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DJBONGLORD- Beatz

fuck it im releasing it today too much fire to contain enjoy

we all gettin wasted, pick a side you wanna die to
think you know whats best for me, muhfucka i despise you
get the fuck up off my dick, no i dont really like you
they all on my body, but im rocky how i fight through
i ain't at the function, if im comin, id be drummin
im in that lick, im jumpin, got a hundred in yo stomach
when i press that button mothafuckas get to duckin
like bitch im up to somethin, i can't front or give a fuck and
if you wanna hate me, come and find me, dont be bluffin
i don't rock designer, but somehow i still be stuntin
like if i had the finer things, i prolly would be punchin
and scammin like im stacy, all the fraud i would be touchin
i got blanks, but i ain't talkin bout the rounds up in this gun
i got ya life up in my hands, muhfucka know im not the one
you better thank me, if i rock you and i only did it once
cuz if i hit you and ya mans, ill make you cry like you my son
i really fly offa rip, if i see one of them stankin ass glenwood hoes
i cannot lie, couldn't fuck with those bitches not even out touchin a ten foot pole
i seen his eyes, he a lick, if i run up im bettin his men look froze
you know im reachin inside of the whip, what his last words, muhfucka hell gon kno
and if i get capped in the first, know im takin this track, put it back in the hearse
full on attackin, im rackin the work, i don't really throw hands, lemme pass you a verse 
yo shordy clap for a perc, in the back of the day, woulda laughed at a nerd
and i make it happen, my word, i don't want any smoke, but i really will pack you to dirt
shawty wanna be so bad like bitch you cannot hold my gun
3.5 in the dutch, like tree sap, bitch got wax all in my blunt
flew by, got dope all in my lungs, i'm too high i can't feel nun
you cannot toke that wit my son, we up this steel n just for fun
like bitch dont try to run, this bullet take u faster off yo feet
like bro that shit is obsolete, walk in the mall im coppin heat
this bitch gon try to clown, like fuck u mad cuz u aint poppin g
aint shit around thas stoppin me, i spit that shit like socrates

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LYRICS:
i took that feller round back to the water hole
i turn that critter to dust and it’s audible
i turn your 10 gallon hat to some particles
can’t even read what they wrote in my articles
I’m so illiterate
i can’t even read a little bit
i keep a banjo my hip and i diddle it

middle kid, i got some siblings
rat eat the scrap on the floor and the nibblings
i keep a bat i keep score in my back yard
my daddy fat and he poor it aint that hard

my dad republican
but he live on unemployment
farming don’t bring no enjoyment
kid’s in my town is afflicted with opiates
heroin needles addiction is copious 
never appropriate 
uncle yelling bout the soviets
taking over his associates

i’m a, country boy in my heart
i’m a, country boy in these parts
i’m a, country boy on my land
i’m a, country boy i don’t bend

uh, want some freedom i’ll deliver
uh, out in russia you might shiver
see the, moon shine inside my liver
george, shot lenny by the river

dipping tobacco inside of my lip again
ripping the back off a pack and then stick it in
spit it inside of a jar get my nicotin (nicotine)
get the fuck outta my town man I’m sick of them
methamphetamin abusers
we the better men they losers
the beggers cannot be the choosers
i be posted with my crackers
some of us blacker but that aint a factor
we packing that heat and it’s hotter than barbecue 
i’m with my doggs, that’s scooby doo marmaduke
put up a wall and i barb it too 
that way it harming you
hopping it that’s what that karma do 
i conceal carry my .38 special
especially for any devilish vessels
my rifle don’t trifle on who in it’s sights
if he evil my deagle be taking his life
and that eagle i keep on my jeep and my chevy
it fill up my heart till a part of me heavy
the levies they creaking 
the plains and the peaks
and the valleys from georgia
to cali I’m seeking

for destiny manifest
definitely can attest 
i despise everyone 
anyone’s ran against
one reason or another
whether northerner or southern
i prefer less 

stubbornness
inside the governance
i want my vote to feel less like a another miss
and like they thinking bout us normal citizens
i wonder if there’s any time to fit us in

too busy banning self defense
everybody’s tense
none of these liberals making any sense
now there’s some nazi’s that took up residence 
voted for donald and I’m still scared of pence

what the fuck is the whole country coming to?
rappers and muslims is dying and gunning too 
police get shot and they doing the killing
put end to this shit god willing

all of the innocent blood we spilling 
everyone gun on yo arm no kneeling now
here pop a pill if it’s tearing you down
welcome to new america town!

STEPPING ON MY LAAAAAND
THEN YOU GONNA CATCH THE WEAPON
(YEE HAW)
WHAT YOU CATCHING, LEAAAD FROM A SMIFF AND WESSON
(ALRIIIGHT)
IM IN THE FIELD AT 4 OCLOCK SO WHY YOU PRESSING

“CITY FOLK, CITY FOLK
WE DONT LIKE YOU CITY FOLK”

PULL UP TO MY FARM
AND IMMA HARM YOU
LET THE 50 POKE

REEEED NECK MAAAN 
TOUCH MY DAUGHTER IMMA SLAUGHTER YOU

CAUGHT HER BY THE WATER WITH A COMMIE 
SO I SHOT HER TOO

WATERLOO
SOUTH CAROLINA AND NEVADA TOO

PROUD TO BE AMERICAN IT
ISN’T GETTING HOTTER DUDE

IT ISN’T GETTING HOTTER
IM A MARTYR IM A PATRIOT

PULL UP IN A FORD, WITH THE RIFLE,
MAN HE ATE THE SHIT

PULL UP ON THE TRACTOR, WITH MY PASTOR
YOU AN ATHEIST

WE DONT NEED GUNS!
ON THE WEB? YOU THE LAZIEST

CRAZIEST!
TO THINK YOU CAN STOP
POPPING THESE ENEMIES
AND I AINT STOPPING THE DROPPING
TILL I GET TEN AT LEAST 

I TOW MAGNUMS DRINK
JACK DANIELS NOT HENNESSEY
DRAGON’S BREATH IN MY WEAPON
GET THEM FROM TENNESSEE
I COULD BURY YOU OPEN CARRY THE REMEDY
WHIPPING OUT MY PROPERTY STOP LIKE KENNEDY

HOME OF WATCHING FOX NEWS LIKE IT’S THE FUCKING PLAYOFFS
ALL THESE POLITICIANS SMOKING CRACK ROCK AND GETTING PAYOFFS

TAX PAYING
TRACK LAYING
HOPPING OUT THE BACK SPRAYING
IM VOTING
NINE TOTING
WON THE WAR AND IM GLOATING

BEER DRINKING
CLEAR THINKING
MERICAN MAN
AT THE BEACH 
A SEAGULL IS 
WEARING A CAN 

(YIPPIE KAYAY MOTHER FUCKER)

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