I GOTCHU

[Verse I: No Face]
who was the one that told me that I ain’t shit
told me I wouldn’t amount to shit since I was a kid
looking in the mirror just to see who it is
another fcking geek, pulling out hair to make it frizz
toe tag these bitches just to say their “it”
gotta fake chain on but i’ll still tuck it in
sunday through saturday you wanna talk bizz?
hoe shown she’s flexible after I hit a flip
I don’t understand the concept
these bitches just want sex ain’t it complex?
nah just the conflict, it all makes me sick, like the nic when I take too big of a hit
I don’t want another text saying “aye, at least your doing your best,” cause I already know my life’s a mess, i’ll confess
bust my—bust my head open
so no more delusions

[Verse II: Romeo da Hoe Slayer]
my, my, my all y’all are eyes on me
cause I took the rope now i’m hanging soul free
rather take a knife down my chest make a slice let my skeleton breathe, sleep—bleed n repeat
actually I haven’t slept in around 3 weeks
I don’t want the sleep I rather geek
feel a little pity that’s the human in me
blunt hanging from my lips as I decease
wrapping up this rap, gotta hand back
the half of a bag, just the two ounce but
we still smoke a sack
pack another pack, with the sap
and the dabs, snap back no hat
feeling so gone like I don’t know where i’m at
where im at, where im at?
I don’t really know
what I do know is that these bitches
stay in my lap, as I clap ass
i’m flicking ash, I don’t pass the gas hoe

Delusions[Prod. Hypnotize]

The best crossover hip-hop song I’ve heard 2024

_amazement jblu

Crackstar

good for me {ft.miroow}

The glare from the light

[Verse I: Romeo da Dead Moo$hroom]
I can see the world in a different light
so that’s probably why
why I base it off my life
pull the trigger, as I wave goodbye
when your in trial
just tell em I wanted suicide; that was assisted
I was ready to die
they still charge you homicide
with the amount of personas I have, the charge should’ve been genocide
open up your eyes
i’ve tried and still can’t find a reason to be alive
sleep deprived but yet survived, got nothing to do, so I guess i’ll give the grim reaper a visit tonight

POLICE CHA$E

[Verse II: King Chanterelle XVII]
hop off da chopper
with da motherfucking choppa
blowing up helicopters
with a rocket launcher 
they saying that it’s torture 
who is you “reporter?”
the devil my cosponsor
so hot like i’m scorcher
taking hits off the reaper’s
blunt, call it R.I.P rips
motherfucker you better dip
unless you plan on getting hit
take a sip of bootlegger 
cause the blunt I ain’t even really feel
motherfucker talking shit
better watch how this pistol spits
aye
and i’m swerving in and outta lanes
when the coppa pulled me over
I gave him a warning mane
told him to be safe 
and have a good day
to be honest ion think 
I seen the same cop again

and it’s startin to rain
always in pain
why think i’m smoking—smoking on chronics mane?

The glare from the light/ POLICE CHA$E[Prod. YUNG GENOCIDE]

[Verse I: Kreepy da Killa]
run up all your money like we running in laps
scooby-doo his shit, I took off with his mask
run up on me boy, if you wanna get slapped
told ya boy once, now he gonna get the smack
smackdown 
let’s run it back now
hit the one-two combo 
made ya boy black out
talking all that shit just to get sat down
I know your next move boy ya better reroute 
heard a bang 
and then a pop
hold up lucky me 
my ass got shot
all these motherfuckers want me gone
guess there ain’t a difference between me and my ops
on second thought if there ain’t a difference, 
than i’m sure that they would’ve been equivalent
probably dosed up do you get the reference
suicidal mind, don’t ask why i’m vigilant

[Verse II: Indica]
hit a fckin backflip off the damn curb
lookin like I just got back to planet earth
cause i’m slurring my words, vomit on my T-shirt 
all of these hoes wanna flirt, til they see you in the dirt
“geek, you kinda fine” what these ladies blurt
half these ladies cursed, they overwork when they jerk, 
they need a lil thirst, then they eat me like dessert, while I give em what they deserve or just what they want really 
ladies all around make me dizzy
like zombies their so eerie
strippers on my jeans, no Billie
snow leopard coat cause it’s chilly
and i’m feeling so filthy
just kill me bury me under a city so that 
I can say I was buried under a wasteland that is worth three-hundred milly’

Getting lobotomized without knowing [Prod. YAKOV]

[Verse I: Sativa]
ima be honest 
with all ya motherfuckers
I rather jump off a cliff
hitting a back tucker
all ya fucking suckers
better listen for ya mother
she in my bed
i’m covering her mouth with the covers
yea,
but on some real shit
i’m that fucking greaseball kid
rocking on them jordan kicks
it don’t even match the fit
but I wear em like it is
for some reason bitches want my kids;
maybe just want dick
eerie nights it started raining
ain’t it so chilling?
ain’t nothing, other than dope
that shake the feeling
ain’t nothing, other than dope
that can be healing
look in the mirror; see the only
geek I wanna be killing

[Verse II: 19 Terror Ward]
mirror—mirror on the wall
who that ugly ass boy I saw
boy better fix his posture oh he leaning from snortin’ weed in his nostril, look like he on a call
creampie, more like coleslaw
she got wet before I take off draws
curving da pussy watch how I ball
fuck it pass for a layup call me LeBron
patiently waiting for the claim that my birth was a mistake ever since like two thousand seven fall
when will that get recalled?
leaning from eating the za
fuck her and leave her to crawl
she wanted to do a threebie with me and her bestie so “her” turn into “y’all”
ask her to meet at the mall then lead her to where I done parked
while she on break we fucked in the car
then put her back in the vault
she dropping it low like dropping some bombs, 
im spoiled—she give me anything I want,
all of these hoes still want me after their mad 
cause now their sad wearing a shawl

Cursed by my own reflection [Prod. bykhrxmx]

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