Producer: $ummer$
Engineer: Gucci The 9

Lyrics:
(Verse 1, Gucci The 9)
making money off my vices I feel like Joe Camel
put 150 up my nose now that shit so fragile
if my bitch don't like this shit then i'm about to change the channel
Workin on that dirty potion in this dank fucking castle
 
rollin up a fatty and that shit clean like a peach
feelin up my evil shit like Marshall D. Teach
why 1003 so bright, cause it got pressed with bleach
 
fuck a $oul I'm just $cum
drink a whole lotta rum
heart burn now I pop a tums
everyone say I'm a bum
music sounding platinum
even off that opium
you pop one now you owe me one
 
 
(Verse 2, Gucci The 9)
smoke till i can barely breathe
i can't let these words get out
don't share my shit around cause
I can't fuck with all the clout
when i think about it mouth start to taste like sauerkraut
 
i'm a man on a mission
nuclear like fission
$cummy getting bodies like a fucking statistician
lips to lips but I ain't kissin'
all my haters just dissin
know this shit a market but I ain't fuck with competition
 
thinking bout relapsing like my name is fucking sisyphus
one year california sober please don't fucking ruin this
pop a pill just to watch that boulder roll down that hill again

JOE CAMEL(NOW ON SPOTIFY AND APPLE MUSIC)

Engineer: Gucci The 9

Lyrics:

(Verse 1, Gucci The 9)
TV 
one thousand three
five five five 
thats all on me
smokin tree
pop a TV
sipping that sprite
that shit ain't clean

white bars
that shit feels right
I might pop a pill tonight
just wanna go numb and lay the pipe
fighting that urge with all my might

waking up and throwing up
it's from that sludge up in my cup
pushing that shit under the rug

addiction wasn't fun
but feeling shit hurts more
my brain just want to get up and walk out the fucking door


palmetto gon get you wet up
feel like nascar how I'm fed up
got guap got cheese like feta
got that foreign bitch rosetta

sound of the gunshots keep me up at night
passed out in a k-hole grippin on my nine
just a quiet passerby in peoples lives
im only 19 and feel like I could die

the feds call me by the name of john snow
everything they ask me I don't know
they ain't never gonna find all of that blow

(Verse 2, Salghstli)

My heart it’s been shattered 
I’m taken down under 
These demons im fighting 
Keep plaguing my brothers 
this cocaine I’m chasin 
Starts making me studder 
Tv1003 mix it up n I don’t bother 
I might sip on this purple rain 
while I let the acid hit 
You can’t feel my pain 
But I might jus look pissed off 
I might steal your bitch ugh 
everytime I’m in the club 
I’m crying with my switch bruh 
Comin up from out the mud 
had nobody to help me 
Even tho I shed some blud 
I still call this shit healthy 
send me back to hell please 
You act like you know me 
If you hate me bitch just tell me 
Or just fuckin show me

$cumbrood The Noxiou$ - TV 1003 555 (Feat. Salghstli) (Prod. Aureola)

Producer: KENSHIYKARI
Engineer: John Muck

Lyrics:

(Verse 1, $cum$oul The Foul)
 yo this $cum$oul on the mic
why you tryna start a fight
forget them hoes i'm on the grind
now i'm up you want to bite
i'm about 6 blunts deep
I could never be a sheep
why you rolling with a creep?
2 pills down
and its making mama frown
$cum look like he on the prowl
in the downtown
i'm gon wear the crown
make sure to use the Proper Noun
yeah thats dollar sign
C U M
dollar sign
O U L
don't wanna deal with all this bullshit
might fuck around and get a new whip
sell you acid thats a blue strip
now i'm posted in my crew fit
lookin like i'm bout to get a lit tip

(Verse 2, $cum$oul The Foul)
I could never fuck with all these hoes
in the studio down ten toes
always opening i'm never gonna close
now i'm dripping out in all of these clothes
the way I get to this money i'm a pro like leon
I don't act hard I just simply pull the trigger
I only go for the hoes that don't have a father figure
I hit that shit like a piston
I shoot that shit with precision
my left eye got perfect vision
can't sit still when theres money to be made
you know I cannot behave
to the dope i am a slave
she wanna take me to a rave
can't she tell that i'm in space
simply smoking at my own pace

(Verse 1, $cum$oul The Foul)
pop the XR in the PM I ain't sleepin
plucking out my hair bitch i'm tweakin
with no rhyme or no reason
yeah it's summer season
snort a line and she said bless you
cross me now we got an issue
hold up
*spit*
now I need a tissue
feeling shitty cause of misuse
yeah my guts are feeling bruised
foul cause he got a wound

THE FOUL (OUT ON SPOTIFY & APPLE MUSIC)

Odd Particle

Choke

In Lieu Of Problems

SOUL OF STONE

VICTORY RED(instrumental)

VICTORY RED

Depressed and Obssessed

Depressed And Obsessed(freestyle)

POSTREMO OMNIA FERRO

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$cum$oul The Foul
Leon Trotsky
John Muck

Gucci The 9

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