EF x $HOTS x KÉDALOS - KUSANAGI

rhymes:
i can careless
but im feeling stressed 
i can feel it, beaming through my chest
yea i put too much on me
yea im a wreck

yet im the best
moving way too elite got S's on my chest
on my way , never resting, get no rest
im not from earth, the stars is what i catch
get out the way urus on me i gotta go
your mind a renty man god damn you moving slow
better go wash your coat cause im making it snow
wit dis shit on my wrist i feel like fro zone

zoomin im saying good
i gotta say goodbye okay?

yea uh uh yea
sometimes i wanna disappear
yea uh uh yea eh
i do not wanna be numb again
while i count these racks, they overflow god damn
eh money coming in cause im on go god damn
eh racks is coming in they overload god damn
the way i count up it gotta flood god damn

i can careless
but im feeling stressed 
i can feel it, beaming through my chest
yea i put too much on me
yea im a wreck

yet im the best
moving way too elite got S's on my chest
on my way , never resting, get no rest
im not from earth, the stars is what i catch
get out the way urus on me i gotta go
your mind a renty man god damn you moving slow
better go wash your coat cause im making it snow
wit dis shit on my wrist i feel like fro zone

Numb

All Platforms

Quicksand w/kvlt

prod @mimofrl

Lyrics:
You came 
All this 
Way to come 
See me 
Seek me 
Way to come 
See me 
You came 
All this 
Way to come 
See me 
Seek me 
Way to Defeat 
Me (6x)
Way to Defeat 
Me (4x) 
You came 
All this 
Way to Defeat Me 
Thought you were pure in your head 
But you wasn’t 
You wasn’t (2x)
Thought you could hold it down
But you couldn’t 
You couldn’t 
Yea you couldn’t 
I should be done with you 
But I can’t 
I can’t (3x)
I should’ve gotten rid of you 
But I can’t 
I can’t (3x)
Get you out my mind 
But I’m stuck in time with you 
I can’t get enough of you 
Feel I’m sick in the head yea 
I’m through 
Of you 
Of me 
N 
You 
N
You 
AH

Defeat

Defeat (mimo)

Minute

Min (mimo)

Rhymes:
I get the stripes they blue
How you fumble that no clue
In a wraith stars all up in the roof
In a race car yeah I'm coming through
Yeah I'm thumbing through
Thumbing through the bands
Gallery all on my pants
Ventaments All in my hands
Once I'm up I never land

I need some space
Real shit 
Get out my way
Box out 
I hop out the vase
Real shit 
A bomb on the way 
I get money fuck a minim wage
Yeah fly to London to blow up the bank
Man yawl niggas switched up what's your case
I plug up my ears screaming bombs away

He want to be like me
Be too yourself 
I get the bag off feet
He get the bag for a fee
I keep the package with me
Speeding in a GTR 
While niggas just walking on feet
Lets see if you make it this far
I'm him
Praise to god
Move tact 
Carry knocks
Wrong move you can talk to god
Wrong move you can touch the sky 
Send him up send that nigga high
Send him up tell that nigga bye
Ima go get it by any way
I cannot waste no time
In a GT I skirt away
I got to get what's mine
I'm on the up I fly away 
I could never decline
Wraith the color of wine
I vanish so much got chills on my spine
I'm the king of this shit okay
I just sit back and recline

I get the stripes they blue
How you fumble that no clue
In a wraith stars all up in the roof
In a race car yeah I'm coming through
Yeah I'm thumbing through
Thumbing through the bands
Gallery all on my pants
Ventaments All in my hands
Once I'm up I never land

Blue

Blue (Mimo Eli.yf Harz)

gone girl (p. spiller)

listen! (sped up) prod. 19.49

Prod @h45
Ft. @anvii
Rhymes;

Hey she like baby please come back
Hey Hey(No No No)
I'm done here all i want is racks
(Is Racks Hey No)
Hey huh 
King of the wiz gotta lead my pack
Hey  huh 
Feeling five star ima up up the max 
(Yeah)
I had to change location 
I had to switch up my language 
She wanna know my fragrance (Huh)
But I’m tryna know who she came with
I had to go go drop ‘em off 
Throw a check give a fuck what it cost 
Stack my zim you could tell I’m a boss
Hate me know I could tell that you lost  

Anvii:

hey! hey!
baby we'll be okay
they be pullin up w the magic
i dont know what to say
i be rollin up in rations
draco with the mag
red dot on your forehead
it aint fake though
hit her back
hey! hey!
all these bullets boutta spray
dont give a fuck bout no fuckers
and these twitter hoes gonna scream
hey! hey!
dont give a fuck what you think
labels down for the pen now
yet i aint signing a thing

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GNΛRLY.

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