I missed trees bro, then he comes out of nowhere again making ball busting beats

I lost my soul at 17, love the pressure
We always ran from suffering
Now its my pleasure
They say its getting to my head
I think they envy me
These horns are growing and they ain't red I'm
Eating all enemies wait

I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal, ok
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal, ok
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal
I'm just an animal

I hear em calling me, I hear em calling me
I can not hear em calling me

I'm highly flammable, burn me you cannibals
I'm highly flammable, burn me you cannibals
I'm highly flammable, burn me you cannibals
I'm highly flammable, burn me you cannibals
I'm highly flammable, burn me you cannibals
I'm highly flammable, burn me you cannibals
I'm highly flammable, burn me you cannibals
I'm highly flammable, burn me you cannibals

Dummy

7xvn - Dummy (prod. GHOST*CASTLE)

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(art @rejectedreyna)
(prod @fonywallace + @cadenbobaden)

LYRICS:
Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

That boy catchin knuckles, throwing punches like I'm Floyd
You know I'm swerving lanes causing crashes out the Royce
Shawty suck me up, use her mouth, lose her voice
And my choppa shake him up it gonna leave him Cameron Boyce
He getting chin checked in the pit I've had enough
Shawty liking how I taste so I sit it on her tongue
He get smoked like a vape ho we hittin his lungs
Straight chillin in the wraith, wanna street race or some?
Wanna street race or some, Imma put him on the curb
Imma let my weapon talk, imma let that .30 burst
This extendo on the glock gonna double how it hurts
Yeah I'm screaming for some cash you still gotta go to work (laugh track)
Uh take my money out the ATM
Bought another chopper now I'm slayin like it's pay to win
Uh yeah I made a major m
Hittin every shot like Kobe now the Lakers win
And my shawty so bad she hittin higher notes
13 shots hit him man we did him like Silento
Creeping down the building, Yeah I know it's gettin quiet tho
Shout out Tony stark ho I'm toting on an iron pole

Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

Imma turn him to a dead man
Straight head shots, hit his head man
Keep a glick tucked and a vest man
If he switch up blow his head in
Yeah someone had to let you know
I be lurkin in the night check the window
I be wearing all black match the tint hoe
My hoe foreign she be matching with the whip hoe

CRANK DAT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + CADENBOBADEN)

Lock you inside my garage
Extend my tube, let the car fucking run.
Don't Double cross me, I'll kill you for fun.
I'll murder everyone under the son, Huh.
Blood on my tongue, Cos I scream too much,
Uh, What is this title you claim to want?
You don't know what it is, And it's showin'
Put you underwater wait for bubbles to quit blowin.

Yeeeaaaahhh
Hoes stay tired of my antics, we be movin' bricks
Cross the coast, we atlantic.
I know that bitch already know who the man,
Shit crawlin' down my leg off the bathsalts,
slammed, bitch.

(LOPE DOPE)

(GRIEF LYRICS: Pull up with Lope Dope n Hannibal
We got some animals
Locked up with danimals
Aye
I’m sipping on Fanta
I'm talking like Santa
I‘m rapping some stanzas
Like gang, Like gang
I got the glock
N’ I’m sippin’ wock
Yeah I cannot talk
Lil’ pussy you flop

Talkin’ my talk
Stalk like a hawk
Beam on the glock
Suck on my cock

Yo bitch gonna gawk
Make sure she can’t walk
On her knees like a mosque
I got bands I got oct

Za I got stock
Runnin’ the block
Shell like some shock
Strapped on the clock )

Lock you inside my garage
Extend my tube, let the car fucking run.
Don't Double cross me, I'll kill you for fun.
I'll murder everyone under the son, Huh. (x2)

I HATE THIS PLACE THE MEDS DONT WORK IVE BEEN HERE FOR 7 YEARS

Double Cross

Double Cross (Ft. Lope Dope & Grief) (Prod. TxTrees)

LEAN BACK (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

BLACK ACID [PROD. REZXREKT]

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LXXIV - VOID OF ALL HOPE FT. WRXTH [PROD. WHITECXFFIN]

a celebration for the family
thank you brainwashedarchive for the painting

HANNiBAL DAY

SPOTiFY

Lyrics 1/3 done

Hands up I said I just wanna bang
I said god don’t even like me tryna send me down to flame
All my friends still fucking hate me they don’t like who I became
Put his body in a bag said we don’t even know his name

And imma press that imma press shit that down
Now watch me dead that imma dead that shit now 
So lemme flex that imma flex that shit down 
I wanna die bitch I wanna die god damn now

lookin for action u Covered maggots I make it a passion I’m watching u decay
Bitch I know u ain’t packing tf you be jacking your brain in a cabinet your blood in the sink aye
I don’t fuck with these bitches I don’t even listen I got me a problem I’m popping a bean aye
And I’m going to hell and I make it my home I don’t want anything else blow my face sheets wait

Staying away bitch i know you a faker 
Give me yo life I said I am the taker 
Dick in her stomach I feel like a baker 
Stackin my money you know I’m a raker
Using my knife I be making your face hurt
Lighting em up i be letting the k burn
I’m raising the stakes to the heaven no gates when I cover my face you be meeting the maker fuck

I hate my life no one else can tell me I ain’t shit 
U scream on beats think u hard but u just a fake bitch 
If I get locked then like pussy not making statements 
I keep it on me keep talking I let the k
Hit

(Chorus)

BLOODY EYES (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE/TOMMY/DIKLORDEFENIL)

BLACKJACK!

Writing and dropping a new, 1-minute rap every Sunday! This is the rap of WEEK 20! 
Visuals along-side 'To My Younger Self' over on my Instagram, TikTok & YouTube.

To My Younger Self (WEEK 20)

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w/ @adam-vanscoyk
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Oblivious/Kickflip

Oblivious/Kickflip FT LXXIV [prod. cole the king]

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