PUSHIN PRESSURE (FEAT. AKJONNY)

[prod. SCARY MIND]
my wrist sliced, gon die tonight. 
remember da pimp who be slangin white. 

I'm always high, all thru the night.
be floating, I travel all thru tha sky. 

aint trusting nobody, it's good for my health.
threaten me pussy, I see watchu bout.
aint talkin no money, don't open ya mouth.
tribute to snow n that dirty south. 

fucked up my paper, now I'm goin thru it.
I question myself like "the fuck am I doin?"
I'm never at peace, who the fuck I be foolin?
be fighting myself for the shit I'm pursuing.

I went to da church n they told me I'm blessed.
how the fuck am I blessed wit da knoose on my neck?
gotta hustle real hard I can't fuck up my check.
I don't play bout my lyfe, I still ride by my tech. 

if I'm gonna die, iss suicide. 

aint trading my glock bitch I don't wanna thirty.
can't focus on lyfe when my mental still hurtin.
I'm swerving off percs Ina all white suburban. 

aint shit but da coke n da blood on my sink.
gone kill me for giving that feelin of need.
the pressure, temption aint givin relief.
ain't stuck in my ways bitch I'm stuck in some grief. 

I'm in love with da drugs like I'm loving a bitch.
tryna get drums, I been done wit da stick
stealing da forgis right offa yo whip.
plus im buckin lul bitch, I don't play bout my shit. 

i been dancin on coffins, I show you mane.
I'm trippen best tuck you dat fourty bang.
da infant who isn't tha chosen reign.
lord gimme da nerve to juss blow my brain.


cause all of this sippin aint doin it foe me.
aint feelin when I'm at my low mane.
can't get right im insane.
lord mane, show me. 

stoic when I'm at my low mane.
chill in this commerce of cobain.
stoic when I'm at my low mane.
oh mane, show me.


blow smoke, then hop out tha whip!
thrax, can't fuck wit no mid 

slice, twice, right atcho wig.
then hop back, right in my shit. 

broke little bitch aint gon fuck up my money, 
I'm deep n misled so my lyfe taken from me. 

the fuck is a savior when shit lookin ugly?
I know that I'm great bitch aint nothing above me. 

bitch I'm that gold chain, beaming all day.
dead mane made of mistakes. 

lash out, n fuck up my cake.
hop back n steal me yo plate. 

my deepest intentions aint ever been lovely.
the knoose on my neck is the symbol of money.
I'm digging my grave lul bitch all by myself.
you got me advice, then help me the fuck out. 

cause all of this sippin aint doin it foe me.
aint feelin when I'm at my low mane.
can't get right im insane.
lord mane, show me. 

stoic when I'm at my low mane.
chill in this commerce of cobain.
stoic when I'm at my low mane.
oh mane, show me.

STOICMANE

Tippin

[MILFORDDAGREAT]
get the pump unload da chamber, Milford has been acting up 
light green is what I’m smoking on as i channel da demons into my room 
pentagram on da floor surrounded by candles, demons will soon enter da room 
poor a glass for da devil as i sell my soul 

evil intentions riding with da cult, headless men chanting “The Great “ 
step out of my body and into my soul, all I hear is demons in my ear all da time 
saying “no one cares, so why waste your time?” 

suicide mention it all of da time, it’s on my mind 
riding with da shotty, RO$ETTA grippin on da nine 
killing beats no one is doing it like him and i 
it’s because we got All Wanted $ouls and demons on our side
 
devil comes in different ways, da shit that fucking pays 
i’m repping All Wanted $ouls to da fucking grave, i was screaming tripple six till da devil showed his face 
i’m living real good but soon i will decay fuck 

[RO$ETTA]
see i’m peeping around da corner, and i’m checking in rooms
i’m seeing illusions, hearing screams, it’s in my head i assume 
blood dripping down walls, and body parts are scattered all over too
a shadowy demonic figure appears to take me to my impending doom 

devil gets a hold of me silently, yeah he talks to me quietly
“load da gauge and go hunting, want you to go on a killing spree”
sacrificing da holy ones, drain they’re blood, put it in my cup
bitch i’m harvesting organs, organize limbs to a pentagram

im that devil mane, going insane, i take you to my temple mane
what’s your name?, nevermind it don’t matter, i’m gonna kill you anyway
butchering, cutting and stabbing, so you can stop resisting mane
slaughtering, then go back to my temple and smoke up on my mary jane

six hundred sixty six, demons they tell me to kill everyone in sight
i know that i must obey, or else da devil will come to take my fucking life
once i am finally done with da killing, lean back in my chair, its time
to take off my mask, show my face, and stare god in da face with this plastic nine

DEVIL SHYT (PROD. RO$ETTA)

FUJIWARA(Ft.Kanil)

lyrics; 

i put faith inside of god when i rock out with pistols
bouta go hit two at once but i aint think they sistas
holy when i walk like i be steppin in some christians
gave my heart up to the money so im different
i was married to the bankroll then i met perscriptions 
cuddy said hed give the recipe learn how to mix it 
missin wockiana i been sippin on some tristian
love my glockiana i wont rock out with a smith &

girl we all be sinnin we one of the same 
had to get the bread baby laughin to the bank
you the best but you aint even caught a stain
it like bloody water in the cup its pain
feel just like prince purple but no rain
choppa on my hip let it bang bang bang
she on repeat bitchin bout the same things
how you like this and dont feel shame?

through the murky water i been rock out with the same shit
down up on my ass i rock out with the same bitch
gun up in the fanny pack i rock out with the same blick
aint no thought behind it yo ass just be sayin shit

white bitch with black boots said she feel like raven
phone on dnd we aint talk cus i hate it
friday the 13th mask up like jason
i got bruddas in new york to the bayside 

got to high cant feel my face
had dreams about you i hate your ways
take a xanny bar and im still in first place
thank god im up so i still say grace
hate new money but i love new bape
choppa go left right said it swing both ways
lil bro wanna fight got a big ass drac
faithfully i walk up out the crib with my pistol

i put faith inside of god when rock out with yahhhh

i put faith inside with i rock out with pistols
bouta go hit two at once but i aint think they sistas
holy when i walk like i be steppin in some christians
gave my heart up to the money so im different
i was married to the bankroll then i met perscriptions 
cuddy said hed give the recipe learn how to mix it 
missin wockiana i been sippin on some tristian
love my glockiana i wont rock out with a uhh...

SittinOnMyThrone

GUS

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