"Diary Of A Felon" #DOF

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Production By Budd Dwyer.

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Soul feat. $uicideboy$ [Prod. by Budd Dwyer]

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Gray/Grey

CLOUDS AS WITNESSES

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GHOSTEMANE x $UICIDEBOY$ - Seppuku [prod GHOSTEMANE]

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - HEPATITIS G

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[Verse 1: Northside Shawty]

it's that motherfucking hot boy bouncing off the northside
fuck em like KY
murder with no alibi
pawn to the game
hit a vein with a prick
might leave you rotten with them maggots in a ditch
but you got to be real to be a northside killer
got to be real to be a 7th ward hitter
got to be real to be a west bank killer
$uicide off the porch
we them triple 6 sinners
migity motherfucker what don't you understand?
i'm slickity sloth the fucking slenderman
motherfuck you
no i can't fuck with you
i done glo'd up and you acting real bitter
child ass motherfucker let me call a babysitter
before you throw another shot maybe you should reconsider
we the grey to the grave, the clip to the mac
we the ones who run the race
you the ones we overlap

[Verse 2: 7th Ward Lord]

yung pimp from Gentilly
where the concretes littered with them empty Philly blunt wraps, where the liquor floods
racks in my safe kept safe
7th ward by the lake
come and see bitch i'm sick like a plague
hold up lil woadie
that ain't what he told me
uptown killers by the river is nothing holy
except for your white T
red dots bleeding in the hot sun
time to grab an ice tea
survival is unlikely
gorilla in the tank yelling "where they at?!"
reminiscent of the 1990s
platinum fucking blades chopping up the tracks
hoodrats acting fiesta
murder murder nightly
if you from the 7th ward won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$
if you from the northshore won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$
if you from the west bank won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$
if you from the crescent city won't you make noise?
them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$

Eternal Grey

ELYSIAN FIELDS

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[Verse 1: Yung $now]

fucking with the clique, we got a problem
throw em in the dirt and then burn up a fucking dollar
show em what he's worth when he's six feet in the earth
since birth yung plague been rising up out the bottom
all hail the one with the long tail
7 headed dragon breathing fire
make you all bail
all hail to the frozen shogun
slice a frozen ocean open
throw em in and then claim it was all a tall tale
no treasure in my chest
all that is left is a half blacked heart that's decaying
it barely pumps
blood stuck in clumps
what i'm paying for pills all this pain should be numb or delaying
that's it!
i've had enough i'm going to grab my wrist and slash it
don't need a napkin
put me in the casket
ruby dead and bloody matching with the fucking maggots

[Verse 2: Pontius Pilate]

god of the sun 
bitch i shine like the summer
gripping the ak
hanging out the hummer
sent here to make all these pussy boys suffer
reign over the grey and strike fear with the thunder
i am the darkness and i am the negligent
now you not relevant
out of your element
father forgive them for thinking they testing me
father forgive them whenever they rest in peace
smoke in my lungs swallowed pills in my throat
my antidote for that murder he wrote
stuck on this road, i just want to go home
stuck on this dope, and i can't leave it alone
knot in the rope
end my life with a slice
flies will arise when i die by tonight
live by the knife, bitch i been paid the price
you can see death when you look in my eyes

WATER $UICIDE (FEAT. CHRIS TRAVIS)

VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH

Still depressed
Still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods
Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you
Everybody won't me sober, but i'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better
That west bank fire setter
$uicide dream team
It's that codeine fiend
Hell bound is what i'm deemed
Surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased
I can't call it anymore
Get more depressed when i'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishing that i was a fucking corpse, fuck...

VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY

Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem
I don't give a fuck
I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic, and i'm rotten
This ain't an option
I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leave and get it poppin
Pull up on their fucking ass
All they do is fucking ask "can i flash you with the gas?"
And so i pull up on their ass then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?"
It's always back to back
$uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression

VERSE I: LIL NO FLASH

Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls
So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole
A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model
That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes
I'd rather snort up roxy's until that dope battle rattles
Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem
I'll have to put this one at the bottom
I feel like fucking sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet
Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts
Sour scents are haunting my defeat
Sold out funeral no live nation fee
Captivate 100,000 people
Still me and the reaper me
100,000 want to meet me
I hope they'll let me be

VERSE II: LIL HALF CUT

I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me
Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic
Defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific
Sadistic, mr. pessimistic
Slickity sloth the motherfucker they call the anti-christ
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide!"
Now i get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life
I promise it's not what it seems
Climb up just to fall down a stream
Drag me to the river
The richer i get, the worse my liver gets
No strippers on my zipper
Still in my room
Keep it dark as i can
Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide
No they won't forget

VERSE I: LIL REMAINS

Yeah playa
Yeah playa
All my teeth gold
Damn playa
Damn playa
I still can't sleep though
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
I be that sheep eater
Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper
Sad playa
Sad playa
I be that sad playa
Damn playa
Damn playa
Thought you was money making?
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
Don't change that i'm forsaken
Grey playa
Third razor
Laugh at you bitches hating
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
My pupils dilating
Dope shot up in my veins
I'm feeling nauseated
Law breaker
Law breaker
I'm trying to feel alive
Make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

VERSE II: PAPA PINE

Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard
I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before
The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go
I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
And now i'm always stoned
Always home alone
In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know
But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you
Always want to used you
Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa
Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped
The red, white and blue ones
That's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser

I No Longer Fear The Razor 3

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (III)

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[VERSE I: YUNG MUTT]

i'm the type of person to burn alive while on a sinkin' ship
flickin' ash out of my lash
i know what yall been thinkin' bitch
$UICIDE
fuck 'em all
i'm drench in gasoline and lit
then $lick will tell yall fuck boys grab a broom and gon and sweep the shit
i don't give a fuck about the internet
motherfuck the illusion
yall confused
don't get my image yet
666 for life
grey my fuckin' army stripes
yall keep flossin'
yall keep ballin'
all yall caught up in a net

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

call your patrol man
i've been programmed to fear no man
you see these tats all on my face? 
i don't have no care 
i walk around in any city like my home there
you want war, motherfucker, but yet to declare
hop on a chariot
ridin' through heaven
i'm aiming a .45 at your god
$carecrow the scariest
cut throat the deadliest 
frozen $hogun at my side
every night rise and die
grey five nine the parasites
who am i? anti-christ
the one who makes hades flames ignite


[VERSE III: GERM]

catchin' top in the whip
ridin' cruisin' wylin'
just take a look at me
i'm booted and ashy
talkin' down bout a stupid bitch
lookin' for a stupid lick
you really new to this
been on my bullshit gucci linen draped on my women
sinnin' with women out here pushin' limits
worry bout me you stupid nigga
stack digits
up my heat in public
air 'em out if they get ignorant
left 'em heaven sent
his partner called on christ, but he irrelevant
lurkin' the pit
die bout my shit
just look at the wrist, ain't no slits but it drip
ronda roussey in the audi with me
knock a nigga out for me
love that bitch

DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - KING COBRA (DRIPPIN')

Bad Shit Bootleg

HAN SOLO [PROD. BUDD DWYER]

OUT DA GATE YALL AINT SEE ME
ROLLIN UP ONLY DA FINEST STUFF
BACK IT ON UP BALLERS ONLY YOU CANNOT TOUCH
ME IM OFF DA SCENE
I DONT NEED NOBODY UNLESS YOU GOT GREENS CHEESE
AND REVENUE DUDE
AND DO I NEED TO MENTION MY POCKETS PREGNANT TOO
HA
CHECK YO BEDROOM BET YO BITCH GOTTA SHRINE WIT
MY BALLSACK FLICKED UP ON A PEDESTAL
IM DAT GUY BEEN TELLING YOU 
YOU RAW DAWG OR NAH DAWG
FUCKED EM WIT DA THUMPER
HAUL EM OFF

LOOK AT ME NOW
STILL BLEEDING FUCK IT LEMME ROCK 
CUZ YOU OUT HERE LOOKIN DUSTY
BEEN DAT NIGGA BET I BEEN IN DISCUSSIONS
PLEASE KEEP TALKING BOUT ME
I GOTTA GODDAMN PHD IN 
ICONIC FUCKERY BETTER NOT RUN FROM ME 
STEPH CURRY MY BEST BUDDY HOE

MAN DOWN
BADSHIT HAPPENED TO EM
CUZ I SWEAR HE A CLOWN 
WHO GOT DAT CROWN LEMME ROCK AROUND ROCKETS IN HAND BOY
LAY IT DOWN

SUPER SAVAGE AINT DA AVERAGE DA PASSION I GET TO GASSIN

BOOTLEG NIGGA

WHO DAT THERE [Prod. Budd Dwyer]

I GOT PROBLEMS AND I CANT SOLVE EM
BUT A NIGGA GOT HOES
NEED DAT BEST BELIEVE ME 
ITS HELLA SAVAGES ROUND ME BOUT TO BLOW
POWDERED COATED LAMBOS ITS STOLEN
DONT ASK ME HOW IT GO
RIDIN ROUND WE LOOTIN HELLA BOOTED
FLEXXIN SPIELBERG SHOOT IT (2X)

CHOPPERS SHOWER WHEN IM IN YO CITY 
CHANCE OF STAINS
 LIL REMAINS DONE BRUNG DA CANES
I CAME I SHOOK DA STATE
NOW WE STRAIGHT DONE BLEW PLACE
SWERVIN IN DA VETTE ITS YOUNG MINOR THREAT
WHO IS NEXT
CUP OF TECH
FEEL NO LOVE
NO HEART IN CHEST
FLOSSIN IM KINDA LOST MAN 
FUCK ALL DIS GUCCI SHIT
DESIGNER BELTS IM SWINGING
RAN EM OUT AND NOW IM RUNNIN SHIT
BADSHIT SAY IT WIT PASSION
OUTLANDISH ACTS WIT
A FOREIGN ACTRESS 
WE NOT THE SAME 
WE LIKE DIFFERENT CLASSES 

[HOOK]

LIGHT DAT BLUNT
TAKE IT TO DA FACE
DIAMONDS DRIPPIN
BLOOD ALL OVER DA PLACE

WHO IS YOU
MEET MY 30 
OO
WHO IS YOU 
MEET MY 30 
OO

BEEN ON SOME YOUNG SHIT
STUPID LIT BOSS BITCH
IM GOING IN LAWLESS
 IM KINDA FLAWLESS
IM OFTEN COUGHIN FROM
BLOWING LOGS AND SHIT 
SLIGHTLY NARCISSIST 
I FEEL JUST LIKE GUCCI
FRESH OUT MARVELOUS
IM OFF DA SHITS

YUNG MINOR THREAT [Prod. Budd Dwyer]

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[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE]

posted with the blunt and i don't need to take no fuckin pictures
fuckin wit yo bitch she keep on sendin me all type of pictures
been a duck
jukin and dodgin all these unzipped zippers
i don't trust no hoe
screenshots posted when i'm scrollin insta
gram in the wood
i don't give a fuck bout who is wit you, who you know, and what you did
i'll be smokin til i get blisters
pass it to the mirror
hit it twice and pass it back
smoke a sac
spill some act
got a tombstone fuck a plaque

[VERSE II: LIL REMAINS]

creep at night
look for homicide
those i want to die
i am anti-christ
your saviour
the god in flesh tonight
lullabys im singing with blood coming down my eyes
walking over dead who's full of lead
i had to kill him in my torture chamber, yeah
koopsta kincca told me do it so i could not say no to him
no no no no
how many times i said it that i want to go
glock to my temple
devil tells me no

[VERSE III: MAXO KREAM]

you steady postin with that burner
you ain't shoot shit
you just takin pictures
44 nickel hit ya
hollow split ya
t-shirt with your picture
activist come get your issue
blow like tissue
smoke like swisher
pull up to your residential
we can't find you
shoot your sister
2 23s through your window
trigger maxo bitch you know my name
joysticks like nintendo
since you niggas think that it's a game
call of duty tactics with that plastic
stretch you like elastic
flip em like gymnastics
acrobatic
fuck an open casket

KILL YOURSELF Part XV: The Coast of Ashes Saga

PICTURES (FEAT. MAXO KREAM)

[Verse: RUBY DA CHERRY]

I been itching for a plot, yeah
But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no
7th Ward Lord take a shot, yeah
I'ma keep my head down (I don't give a fuck)
Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah
Fuck this music shit, I'm itching for a plot, yeah
Ain't no- ain't no fucking digits on my clock, no
I ain't one of y'all just let me rot, yeah
I was just with Peep in London
Still feel like I don't exist at all, no
Fuck this social gathering
I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, oh
They told me watch out for the snakes
But they forgot about the plague
And the AK and with Lil Remains
And the AK and what little Remains

[VERSE II: LIL REMAINS]

Hold up hold up hold up
Had to put down the narcotics
But i ain't really stop it
Xanny and suboxone
Stay up in my wallet
On the block catch the Glock
Shoes hanging like a chord
Not a tour
7th war
Hot boys
Prime time
Dotted line never signed
On the drugs can't doze
If i do be exposed
Oh no
Chopper city
Dead bodies
Alligators
Disembodied
Did the crime not the time
Lil jitts on the porch gripping 9's
Pull that torch
Light em up
Young as 12
Living hell
Lil remains
Yung plague
No respect given unless you steal or you take hoe

KILL YOURSELF Part XX: The Infinity Saga

I HUNG MYSELF FOR A PERSONA

SCHEMAPOSSE - The Posse Tape

05. GHOSTEMANE X DJ KILLA C - IN MY CADILLAC [prod DJ KILLA C]

Stream / Download: http://smarturl.it/pxblpesos

HAN SOLO [PROD. BUDD DWYER]

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