this shit go hard asf for real, I'm impressed

You got a unique flow and tone bro. Im digging it

this sounds pretty good, I am digging what ya got goin on here, nice rhyming schemes

(●´□`) -  01s*

this song means so much to me. the sample in the outro is my grandmother talking about loss and depression in the 1970's. i hope you enjoy.

lyrics: 
i feel the pam kick in
my hand itching
trigger finger and i dance wit it
my chances dim, i’m panicking
don’t glance at them
the mirror got me in a fuckin trance again

i prance around improvement 
i can’t move when the lance is in
i kinda got a fuckin ego i’m expanding it
i cant stand and shit i’m damaged goods /
i never manage shit i should 
drag myself into a pit of self loathing 
while knowing i’m not gon get better
my home is shelter, turn a note into a letter
turn the letters to a pile in the bottom of the shelf //
i got a bottle for my wellness but i bottle up emotions 
my expression blank as writers block cause i been scared to show it 
i been foldin so i couldn’t do the laundry
i wont open up but maybe when i draw me //
cause i wanna see my organs on the page
i hate the portion on the plate
abort the mission, the proportions are at stake
my self image been distorted like the bass
my weight contorted to a maze
i cant ignore it when it plays
but i got more of this to make //
shit 
anorexia a bitch
and i don’t mention it cause i been scared of judgement
takin pills to cope i been aware of nothing
wearing something wit long sleeves
so i don’t gotta focus on my torso again /
talkin to myself i do it more so wit death
i got horrible debt, i’m an adorable mess, huh
change my shirt and then i change it again
it’s stranger when i let the danger in
nobody hear the words i say 
at least they think it sounds cool
i fear there’s money on my head like crown jewels
i see horror in my house wit round pupils 
and i’m scared i’m gonna die in a car crash
i’m scared i’m gonna die in a car crash
i'm scared i'm gonna...

crash (candy cigarettes)

Break Of Night ft. CLOROXCIDE (Prod. Euge)

Silly (feat. Shookie) (Prod. Kirk)

REANIMATED RAP [prod. SLEEPWALK $UICIDE]

D!RTY606x+++

https://soundcloud.com/savemesyler

Dirty (Prod. SAVEMESYLER)

produced by triplesixdelete & candy cigarettes
vocals by pulp & mars
written, recorded, mixed & mastered by pulp at the @giveupstillhere minneapolis studio

SNOWY FORCES (prod. triplesixdelete & candy cigarettes)

@giveuppulp @giveupstillhere @candy-cigarettes

at least i was (feat. 7FOOTSICKNESS)

spotify

at least i was (prod. 7FOOTSICKNESS)

Rxge: 
Fed up
I'm so sick of you
I'm Fed up
I fucking hate you
Fed up
Holy fucking shit
Fed Up
You're such a bitch 
Fed Up 
With all your shit
Fed Up
Fuck
Fed Up
Yeah
Fed Up
Yuh Yuh


Renz:

You
I don’t need a motherfucking thing from you
Wanna fuck with me just cuz I got a couple hundred thousand views
Fuck you and your clout biting bitch you only care that I blew
On my fucking life and mind, not my crew
I’ve fucking gone insane
Don’t wanna catch this fade
I go and search for rage
Go deep inside my brain
Yo bitch wan procreate
Hopped on a track with Rxge
I’m never off my game
Don’t ask me bout my name


Rxge: 
Fed up
I'm so sick of you
I'm Fed up
I fucking hate you
Fed up
Holy fucking shit
Fed Up
You're such a bitch 
Fed Up 
With all your shit
Fed Up
Fuck
Fed Up
Yeah
Fed Up
Yuh Yuh


https://open.spotify.com/album/4wldL04csqDDSPGp8gecyo?si=EY4QaGFUSn-9TzE3c2-wGQ

Fed Up ft. Renz (prod. XEKURO)

Stressin Ft 2kPollo

Lyrics
.
[SoundTr@ce]
I jus be chillin 
What did I do?
It not my fault that im better than you 
I jus be killin
None of it new
Jus on my Grind they got no clue 
Like what am I feelin 
Only I knew 
Shi got me pissed but I'm stackin my blues 
Up to the ceiling
What do it do 
Stuck to me sticky ay sticky like glue 

Stuck to me sticky hol up sticky like nut 
Hop on my dick fore I Slide in yo butt 
Mil on my pants yea the way I jus strut 
Dog in the ground yea Lil hoe imma mut aye 
Down in the ground aye Lil hoe I might bark 
Cop bout a mil jus get up my spark 
Finna blass off like my name was jus stark 
Straight to the top hol up Makin my mark
It not my fault that he all on my dick and his hoe yea she jus wanna talk  
Pop at his head got em trippin he dead on the floor yea he lined up wit chalk 
Cop bout a mil on my buckle he
Steady be stressin you know he gone walk
Jus cannot think bout a bih on my line if she scammin then we cannot rock

Steady Ft Dua1Sh0ck X Prod Dua1Sh0ck

more music soon 

lyrics 
.
.
.
IM RLY GETTING TIRED OF THIS SHIT 
IM RLY GETTING TIRED OF THIS SHIT 
FEELING LIKE I WANNA SLIT MY WRIST
BUT IM NOT A WASTE I DON'T WANNA WASTE MY LIFE AWAY  YES WE IN A WASTELAND FEELS LIKE A  
SIMULATION I WANNA CHANGE THE WAYS I DONT WANNA BE STUCK UP IN DIS TIME LOOP YUH I SAID 
I WANNA CHANGE THE WAYS DONT WANNA BE UP IN THIS TIME LOOP 

IM STILL LAUGHING AT ALL THE PEOPLE WHO SAID THEY WHERE THERE FOR ME YOU ONLY DID IT FOR YOUR OWN  BENEFITS KEEP TALKING IMMA PUT YOU IN A DITCH SIX FEET IM LOOKING FOR NEW DOORS TO OPEN UP FOR ME WHILE YOUR LOOKING FOR NEW WAYS TO GET HIGH  I DON'T EVEN WANNA HEAR YOUR BULLSHIT ITS ALL LIES YOU TALKING ABOUT GETTING BETTER BUT YOU WONT JUST FACE THAT 

TIMELOOP(lyrics)

i spent so much time on this stupid song

lyrics:
i don’t take a chance i keep a glock up on my shelf
i don’t give a shit about no one except myself
i won’t give a shit until i’m melting up in hell
said that im a bitch, i didn’t know tht u could tell

why am i always sad on songs wit pretty fuckin samples
smile right in your face but im in pretty fuckin shambles
x2

i’m
at my crib and i been crate diggin
i 
mix a benzo wit a painkiller
i
down it with this vodka but i say that hate sippin
i’m think i’m gonna die baby u know that i ain’t trippin

im a psych ward bad bitch, i might store habits
i like more acid, like the whole damn package
hi, my name’s pulp and i’m a goddamn addict
vhs screen cus i just love static

this the truman show i think that everybody actin
when u don’t want it, it seem like everybody askin
i been back at it, i cut the track & they ain’t laughing
panic attack wit my bitch, im crashin into traffic

and it’s typical, ain’t it
i need residual payment
take the stick & i aim it
when all these bitches complainin 
take the stick & i place it
right on the shelf & i hate it

i don’t take a chance i keep a glock up on my shelf
i don’t give a shit about no one except myself
i won’t give a shit until i’m melting up in hell
said that im a bitch, i didn’t know tht u could tell

why am i always sad on songs wit pretty fuckin samples
smile right in your face but im in pretty fuckin shambles
x2

disarray 
on my stage
missed my flight
broke my tape
broke my nose
fold my clothes
cut my cape
disarray

PRETTY FUCKIN SHAMBLES (prod. candy cigs)

prod butcher the name
intro & outro voice memos from @dollarstorecollogne
written, recorded, mixed, & mastered by yours truly
lyrics:
hands tats first baby lookin like a red flag
talking all that shit we walkin in he get his chest tagged
npc in every street i feel it when my head lags
hit the bitch forget i cut her off like she the price tag
x2
bands all on the floor i let em sit 
huh huh huh
think im runnin right into the mist
huh huh huh
renovate it how i a break a brick
huh huh huh
told me i aint makin any sense
huh huh huh
aint it funny when u hear some shit u don’t know?
askin 4 a picture, u get shot like its the photo
tappin in in 23 i think they got the fomo
xannied while i hit it yea i fuck that bitch in slo-mo

hands tats first baby lookin like a red flag
talking all that shit we walking in he get his chest tagged
npc in every street i feel it when my head lags
hit the bitch forget i cut her off like she the price tag
x2

RED FLAG (prod. butcher the name)

TALK TO ME

MORPHINE (PROD. CANDY CIGS)

this song sonically captures where i've been at mentally for the past few months. very personal. love u all.
produced by @candy-cigarettes
mixed, mastered, written, & recorded by yours truly
cover art shot by @dollarstorecologne

lyrics:
stay inside my room, i never come back
i ain’t wanna talk, homie, fuck that
"why u never chillin wit the drug rap?"
cus im really livin where the drugs at
x2

i can hear the world behind my shoulder, never cave in
100 on the dash, i put a hunnid on her ass, i’m bouta lane switch  
addy got me runnin laps, xanny got me patient
off too many drugs to ever try n pick a favorite
passed out on the curb so u can try to call my agent 
blood still on the pavement, blood get on the cadence
closet full of fits, a skeleton inside my basement
used to play the doctor but i turned into the patient //

bad bitches all around me, got my eyes wide shut
i be waking up at 5 so i can light my blunt
every time i get the bag u know my eyes light up
takin molly til my spine lines up
im pullin up u know that i might stunt
bitch is dancin but she don’t like ones
bitches manic so i don’t try love 
in vip i keep my hands onna wall
imma answer to my bitch but ion answer to yall 
like ayy
i go outside like once a week, like ayy
i ain’t been seen up in the scene like hey
fuck bout a team, i pop a bean, like ayy
back in the street, i need to leave like hey

stay inside my room, i never come back
i ain’t wanna talk, homie, fuck that
"why u never chillin wit the drug rap?"
cus im really livin where the drugs at
x2

EYES WIDE SHUT (prod. candy cigarettes)

smokin on candy!
arthouse rap
socials: @giveuppulp
label: @giveupstillhere
business inquiries: giveupmgmt@gmail.com

crash (candy cigarettes)

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