[VERSE I: Cut Throat Van Gogh]
It’s that north north player
boy these pills ain’t no bayer and this weed like an onion
you can smell it in the air
cut throat van gogh
slicky the picture painter
my hoe want me to save her but at best i might betray her
i was never one to fit in
why would i bring a kid in this world fucked up and hard enough to just exist in
riding around with that glock thinking “should i blow my tizzop?”
one last way to ball
kill myself while getting mizzouth 



[VERSE II: Papa Pine]
scrim is fucking sober but i smoke enough weed for the both of us
honey games
my lungs are stained
must numb my brain
i can't focus
suppressing my emotions
turn 'em into concrete
let 'em sink to the bottom of the ocean
matter fact i'll turn 'em into raw meat
let the sharks eat
gut the gar please
i need to smoke
fuck
again i'm losing focus
hit the weed
so i can go to sleep
i hate having dreams
they're always fucked up and i wake up trying to breathe

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Ashes of Luxury

ASHES OF LUXURY

My guitar cover of Animal I Have Become (Three Days Grace).

Animal I Have Become (Three Days Grace) - Saul guitar cover

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Black $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x BLACK SMURF - $MOKE BREAK

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$UICIDEBOY$ x BLACK SMURF - ...AND SO IT WAS

MILKSHAKES

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Black $uicide Side C: The Seventh Seal

$UICIDEBOY$ x BLACK SMURF - GERMANTOWN

Haunted

My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

CHERISH THE DEAD

[VERSE I: RAINDROP WALKA]

another day waiting for death
everyday that i waste on my list of regrets
so i tell myself "it's okay. day after next we'll make all these arrangements to change. you can better yourself."
i know i'm wasting my breath as i inhale
i know i'm escaping my death as i inhale
i can't recall why i'm suffocating
my lungs are failing

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets
cold weather
all alone
Blackness
grey air, just snow
Feelings low
being followed by crows
call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight
Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
Baby, let me decompose
Never names said more shade spit
I'ma see you one day, that’s a promise

Tape

NEW CHAINS, SAME SHACKLES

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

EITHER HATED OR IGNORED

Chief Keef
Hate Bein' Sober (feat. 50 Cent & Wiz Khalifa)
Prod. Young Chop
Finally Rich (2012)


Hate Bein' Sober (feat. 50 Cent & Wiz Khalifa)

Drive fast or die last 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

Haunted

TXRRXRMANE

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