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Love hurts—but without self love, there's only self harm.
Every heartbeat’s a bruise, every memory a blade turned inward.
For those who crave the ache as proof they still exist… call 1-800-GOD-PAIN.
Because sometimes, loving too hard is just another way to bleed.

Self Harm (Poete Maudit)(Prod. By Lilac Beats)

Not Myself is a piece of my life carved into sound. It’s the feeling of slipping away from who you are... drowning in heartbreak, addiction, and the kind of pain that makes you reach for anything to escape. The first verse sits in that darkness, in the nights I tried to numb what I couldn’t face.

The second verse is the climb back... the clarity that came with getting clean, the slow process of rebuilding myself, and learning to confront my pain instead of running from it.

If you’ve ever felt lost in your own mind or disconnected from the person you used to be, I hope this song meets you where you are. You’re not alone in that fight.

Not Myself

Prod by LongDead

On god keep it creepin always do the fuckin most
Posted on yo block watch ya movein with yo folks
Hoppin off the m shiftin shifty up to Polk 
On some city shit I can see you thru the smoke

Bitch don’t play losing days on decay
Wet ret dripping homie ripping up the freeway
101 south cut it up gimme lee way
Up at three am just to see the fuckin replay

See im eating good sauced up this a Big Mac 
Money sign pushin all I see is a big stack
Met em at the crib he was smokin out the kick back
Keep talkin shit you ain’t ever get this lick back

Big fat duff ain’t a bluff trigger pullin
I’m a get everything you know that I put in
Knockin at yo door till I get a fuckin foot in
Check out the piece long barrel you can look in

On god keep it creepin always do the fuckin most
Posted on yo block watch ya movein with yo folks
Hoppin off the m shiftin shifty up to Polk 
On some city shit I can see you thru the smoke

Bitch don’t play losing days on decay
Wet ret dripping homie ripping up the freeway
101 south cut it up gimme lee way
Up at three am just to see the fuckin replay

I dont speak no Spanish wish I could wat you talkin bout
Posted on the block wish you would we can walk em down 
Never seen my face but you know I ran yo pockets now
Never caught a case swapping plates like a town hound

Let a couple off let em know keep the rent low
Tired of rich piss tricklin down the tent slopes
Tired of old pigs hungry kids and bad dope
Tired of always looking up down a rifle scope

On God

FLIES

Got 
Sorrow
For 
Oslo
My flow
Is imp
-ossible
You should floss awful
Breathe I’m a boss
And I win at all costs
I’m a god and praise Jah
We all love X
Even henry the hippo
And he writes bad checks
To mother nature 
Get high from eating beepers
Then having seizures
Then like a t shirt
He folds in 5 seconds
Top 5, did I mention?
I won the election 
For soundcloud 
Infections 
And my reflections
Are giving people erections 
Electric flow
Got a neck of gold
Resting whole, 
down
A dusty road
Now
It must be known 
That this flows from
Another song bitch
And i flip 
Like omelettes 
When you all mention
That im the bomb kid
So pawn them
Your kidneys
Let’s all go back
To Sydney
And catch these 
Villains before they
Don’t release me
Ever
I’m more clever 
Then Denver
Mountains
On cold beer
Turning blue
I learn from you
And you and you 
And the Jews 
And the news
Man the worlds 
A cartoon
And the moon
Came out at noon 
My aim is to 
tune The game 
and get 
poon And fame
At unis with Dames
From the movies 
I keep it cartoony 
I don’t fade 
I bury 
The competition 
Gotta a proposition
Why don’t you leave my opposition 
And come to the dark side
Yea team up with BAR
Do you think you can spar?
Can you aim for the stars
And shoot under par 
With a mute in a car
Getting loot from afar 
Like a crew of Jaffars 
I’m Aladdin in distress (this dress)
And if you’ll be my mistress 
We can be in the business 
Of being rapping with
Illness shorty
Let’s get naughty

Let’s Get Naughty Ft. ai12DIE

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — grrah, grrah
Ice on my neck, frostbite in the air (brr)
Trap phone blowin’, I’m a millionaire (brrt-brrt)
Pull up, four-wheel, make the whole block stare (skrrt)
PMO, let’s go!

[Chorus]
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, one-fifty on the bike (fast)
Bang-bang-bang, let the draco sing tonight (grrah)
Same gang, same scars, never left the life (slatt)
Ain’t my fault the streets made me cold as ice (no cap)
Y’all on voodoo, fake drip, no motion (woo)
I was with my shooter, ghost mode, no postin’ (shh)
Y’all sip dodo, we pour four in the Ocean (lean)
Scooter to the Phantom, now the kid stay floatin’ (gone)

[Verse 1]
Sixteen doin’ wheelies, Vespa with no license (huh)
Move silent like Tesla, ghost ridin’ the violence (shhh)
Free the wolves in cages, they still howlin’ the loudest (woof)
Brown in Manchester, KDB with the passes (Kevin)
Twenty bands in the chain, ice drippin’ like Alaska (brr)
Aura on froze, walk in, club turn to plasma (wow)
Racks on the table, make the haters collapse (bands)
They see me like Chapo, fed cases, no lapse (boss)

[Verse 2]
Short king, money tall, touch the roof with the stacks (racks)
Queen in Chanel, she don’t trip, she adapt (she good)
Marina nights, yacht rockin’, no cap (water)
Bag a Moroccan dime, pure motion, no chat (zina)
From the block to the top, no brakes, no stop (never)
Same plug, same love, still feedin’ the block (facts)

[Chorus]
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, one-fifty on the bike (fast)
Bang-bang-bang, let the draco sing tonight (grrah)
Same gang, same scars, never left the life (slatt)
Ain’t my fault the streets made me cold as ice (no cap)
Y’all on voodoo, fake drip, no motion (woo)
I was with my shooter, ghost mode, no postin’ (shh)
Y’all sip dodo, we pour four in the Ocean (lean)
Scooter to the Phantom, now the kid stay floatin’ (gone)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Grrah — bow
Slatt — PMO

Sup

Gr33n S

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