G O N E   A G A I N  ft.  A.M.E.C.K (PROD. BY CHAMBERS)

PERMANENT CUTS CARVED INTO MY BRAIN

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MOTA

Produced by @hoolproduction

Never have to tell a lie
Except to the P.O
Couple times I could’ve died
Ask God what’s the deal
Shunny screwed up
Call him Lil Tornillo
Smoking out the Chevy
Oh, too smelly
It ain’t B-O

Shunny down south
Chop you up into fideo
Cruising around with my girl
H-town, shoutout Kayoo
Wondering where I’ve been
IPA, HBO
Every day now on loop
Sip OJ with the Tito’s
Lost my thoughts
Forget what I said
I-I— felt so gone
Was like, “Is this my end?”
Shunny don’t live with regret
Shunny make life his own pet
Shunny just do whatever he so chooses 
You can’t be mad at that
Yo, here’s a couple points of some good ol’ DMT
Now time travel through the void of GooneBoone’s sanity
Tell myself that I’m okay (you’re okay, you’re okay)
Hide the pain so far away (get away, get away)

Saca la, toca la, saca la, toca la mota
Saca la, toca la, saca la, toca la mota
Saca la, toca la, saca la, toca la mota
Saca la, toca la, saca la, toca la mota
With every breath that’s taken, just add in a lil mota
Stupid motherfucka want a hit, but it ain’t for ya
Saca la, toca la, saca la, toca la mota
Saca la, toca la, saca la, toca la mota

Never have to tell a lie
Except to the P.O
Couple times I could’ve died
Ask God what’s the deal
Shunny screwed up
Call him Lil Tornillo
Smoking out the Chevy
Oh, too smelly
It ain’t B-O

MOTA prod. hool

NERVOUS SYSTEM (Prod. demxlin)

FOREVER

SCXPE SET-
[VERSE 1]
im that mo city killa, i keep it reala, the pill deala, i shoot you in the fuckin head, tha bullet diggin deepa, tha grim reapa, tha night creepa
fuck with us demons, i pull up with three guns
i leave you them lesions, cause you is weaka 

pop 2 roxys, put your body in some poxy, roll up with a proxy, on a kill spree who fuck the fuck gon stop me

pound for pound, im riding through town
whenever i play, i do not make a sound
buried a carcass, the dirts in a mound
the king of crows, what i wear is a crown

me and brother no matter the weather. severed your head it was kinda like butter
chop up the body like i do karate
ice all around me like i’m playin hockey
movin this products so bitch call me rafa
i still got my lions and i am mufasa 
ran out of bars, so you might as well pull up
let me finish sippin, i still got a full cup

CRUCIFIXX-
[VERSE 2]
horrifying image of demons play in me mind 
i’ll show you all the bodies and all of the bloody crimes 
houses filled with corpses they’re slowly burning inside 
lock em in the chamber and slowly torture with time 

aye clear the smoke 
in a ghost 
fire that 50 outside by ya home 
callin up scope and we kickin ya door
smokin on dope and then watchin you fold 

razor ya neck and we cutting it slow 
shit can get icy these bodies get cold 
blood on the money and blood on the floor 
play wit my money then you should’ve known 

always on that fuck shit 
talkin so wassup bitch 
runnin up the next lick 
flip you on a crucifix

FUCKTHAGAME [1996] (FEAT.CRUCIFIXX) [PROD.CRUCIFIXX]

"Whole Again"
Produced by @web-krawler

(lyrics)

Shunny why the mood
Please stop asking me
I just wanna cool
surrenderdorothy
Playing in the background
Light a Back
Sit back down
Finally feeling whole again
Now I’m whole again

Guess you don’t know me like you thought you did
No
Well maybe it’s better that you don’t
So
Go ahead and let the nerves kick in
One last touch had to put to my pulse
Lil Shunny lacking love and everything
In between
For no reason
Right place right time
Is what it seems
Following where the crows sing
Smoking dodi
Sounds for the lonely
The sinners
The poor 
The ridden
The sore
The givers
The whores
The lesser 
Want more
So what’s that mean
Better off if I leave
Angels put me to sleep
Demons wake me when I'm needed

Shunny why the mood
Please stop asking me
I just wanna cool
surrenderdorothy
Playing in the background
Light a Back
Sit back down
Finally feeling whole again
Now I’m whole again

WHOLE AGAIN (PROD. WEBKRAWLER)

Torn Pages

TORN PAGES

s/o @screw-silverback

(lyrics)

Rarely maintained
Barely feel sane
Careless I stay
Okay
Fuck it I’m playin
I’m living today
Out late
On the Highway
Hit crosstown
Lurkers in my mirror
Dodging hella piggies
Bitch calm down
I ain’t worried
Ho here’s more yay n ciggies
The closer to death
The more I’m alive
You posers
You wish
For one hit overnight
It can happen
Puro work
And never slacking
Who the one
That hurt you bro
Who the one
That’s chiefin’
Up another stick of dro
It’s the one who stacks the money
Yeah
It’s the one they call Lil Shunny
Let it be known
I ain’t here to waste your time or mine
On it fosho
Cruising late
I exit at the sign
Chaparral
Lit as shit down ocean drive
Plug on the phone
Hit ‘em up I’ll be there in five

NERVOUS SYSTEM (Prod. demxlin)

BOONE

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