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Sinizter & Ouija Macc-BLOODHOUND CLAW (prod. Heks)

LYRICS:
Bounce on the count 4 

Smokin on this medical 

Sippin on this fifth i took a drink and then i poured it all 

This for the homies and the ones who didnt make it 

Rest in peace to my pops 

I just hope he see me changing 



Tu - tu

Tuck - tuck it tho lemme count stacks 



Keeping my feelings up under this money i dont wanna talk facts 

Thats why i cant call back 



Lost in the void i keep on falling right back in 

When i reached out aint nobody came and offer me a hand 



But fuck it This just my head 

These drugs gon help me feel dead 

Tough luck when i came from nothin 

Turned that flower into bread



This music helpin me vent 

It take the knots out my chest 

It gets tighter when i speak bout the issues that make me pressed 



Like why they all up in my head nah

Why they uh-uh




Slam don’t mean to interrupt but this is the one for the squad imma hold up the bottle

-Flashin’ my bank account make them eyes open up wider I’m tired of serving as a model

-Listen to Bum on the regular got me exposing the mind RIP to my father

-Options I’m dodging the thinking I ponder should I rearrange never dropping a flopper

-Finding me bored I get high as a bitch

-Im steady flowing water in a ditch

-Trip it on load runnin’ back need a hit

-That’s how the mind of a feind work loosening up every moment falling to a pit

-Diggin’ a hole how many of us fit

-Drag ‘em all down the personal abyss

-Couldn’t be Slam I’ll never fuckin switch

-Block a couple loaded barrels

-Knockin’ from banging the pedal

-Stop and listen imma blow then frog at you holding the metal

-Officer drop and roll not a fire just pulling on your leg

-Consequences coming but used to only care for the dare yuh

-Got a new bitch, on the main line, steady blowin’ up my phone

-I’m a new kid, not a wimp now, but I still check back home

-It’s the life I live, tweakin’ whenever you drop and don’t pick up the phone

-Just raise a hand when you be lost and then never get caught in picking at a bone

PRESSURE IN MY LUNGS - bumboi w slmdnk (prod. bumboi)

FLYWEIGHT

DEVIL MAY KRY

Got the matte-black janky  JET
Napalm on these motherfuckin state lockin
FEDS
Im a dame stealer dual chrome tuckin
BET
On existence - got persistence, work ethic 
SENT
From heaven or another place it is eviDENT
that I'm waking in this race with some mediCINE
Pillin up I need a taste of these fuckin HEADS
Tails aint doin it for me I need motherfuckin answers LEAD, got nothin fo me, well then, now you DEAD
Bitch
1-2 COCK IT BACK, Mayweather sledgehammer FO YO MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD
I BREAK it then I take it - take yo your soul cuz honor's in
Tastes fuckin good, my teeth are immaculate drippin wet ->
I wanna do it for the medical I'm poppin thin
Pills runnin out, rattle snake it is nearly shed
I break that skin, comin out with another dregg
By my side, ouroboros fuckin blunts the drag
JEt black
-Napalm on these motherfuckin set mans
Set on making life a drag and not too different
Than a senate tower tellin you you lifted, did you tiste this?
FUCKING resin in my mouth I taste blackness from this house
50 card deck fallin over on another mouse
the RAT race never ends, it envelops north to south 
East to West is stuck in fighting and the center bleeds a flood 
I dont think you need a nudge you need a wet one, wet one
Wipe the blood right off the blade and let the set-sun, set sun 
Sunny weather over and we've turned another broad
Fucking slut inundated by make-up she loves to cop
We steal appearances and masks, we love to talk a lot
But the world's slowly dying underneath all of this rot
Wait - tadelll poll - I think ill tell ya something luck
Tell on something up above you and release your legs and cuffs
yeah, scriptz

SNAKE SHELLS (PROD. AUTHOR)

CHAINS LIKE A CENOBITE

LET EM BLEED

FIRE IN THE SKY

LYRICS:
Throw shade but the bitch smoke butta
Stickin' up on my body like baby I know you wanna get down
With the same thing big shot stunna
Rope tied baby Imma hang til the game cut down
Pussy muthafucka can't hold me
I'mma get high til the day I fuckin OD
Please stop talking bout a needle like a trophy
Ain't nobody better than Revy you can't hold me
Bitch I'mma, low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down
Low life, you can't hold me
No lie, you can't bring me down
Alright you don't know me
So high you can't bring me down

I'mma hit em with the whole thing baby I'mma
Get paid when I get paid, run up on a
Big name with the chump change give it to em
I ain't with the yap, they pussy now give it back like
Hit em with the crack they cough up another K
Pull the blade up out the bag and they got nothing to say
I tell em you don't know the half get the fuck out the way
I cut the dope with the razor, flick it I'mma take off

You gettin mad cuz I passed ya, lookin like a bastard
Trappin out the telly I got money in my mattress
Thirty five tip a bitch I tell her I'm her master
Five one six in your wrist get blasted
It's fuckin too late my bitch take
Ana when I make her say
Revy do it better better watch the way I'm throwin shade
I'm fuckin so high my wrist liable get cut
Talkin out your capillary fetty make a pussy duck
Gra-ta-ta-ta go the sound when I drop
You a cap mothafucka stay the fuck out my spot
You try to hop on my scene they don't like what you got
I'm a god and a fiend, you just mad cuz you not
You can throw shade but it won't take to a damn lie
Stick it up on my body as if it would be the last time
Riggity boi the tech, wicked the blade I take a death
I'mma get paid the same I came to say that I'mma take the rest like
I told em watch out here I come
My vein got ripped out still gon duck
I feel like Zeta, now I'm numb
With the blade can't hang my rope tied up
I told em step back hold my dick
Who the fuck want war, who the fuck want this
I'mma drop that raw when I flick my wrist
Lil bitch throw shade I still won't miss
Gotta pay to play you can't take this
Hit em witta K I bang and get anxious
I'mma be great, I hate I must say this
Nothing but a fake, I state you can't hang with

STILL WON'T MISS

STILL WON'T MISS (prod. NiceMeme$ound)

SANE/WOULDN’T BELIEVE (Mixx)

Binary Reaper

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