[LYRICS]
tell me how the fuck you maintain 
without these drugs up in my system i feel dead weight 
no life up in my chest and every step i fucking take
is like i’m walking on my way to hell, a sentencing 

so i’m just stickin to myself, just tryna get them dollars
i’m tryna make it out this fake ass town to the bahamas
sit on a pile of money, while my bitch is countin m’s
a private island, well secluded, i dont want no friends 

just wanna get high, take my brain into outer space
write raps and take that mothafuckin dope up to my face
stay dodging the public, i’m hooded up so i don’t catch no case
when i’m runnin out im keeping that blade cuz i’m not ever safe

i’m feelin a little bit under the weather, put me on a stretcher
i will never judge anybody that’s lesser cuz i’m not no better
i’m saying my piece at this point i’ll just roll on, not worth saying nothing 
cuz none of you listen, you rather be buzzin, ain’t up for discussion 
i know that they hate me, i heard the assumptions 

i look around and be a witness to them high tides 
them night time rolling cliqued up in them front lines
dollar signs, dollar signs on our fucking mind 
the only way to escape the pain is just wait your time 

nobody knows where we’re headed and just where we going 
i tell my boys we rolling out with just one fluid motion
one flick of my hand make the blunts switch
you can’t get into rotation, you can’t hang bitch

BURDEN

Jaded

#phonk #illusionluna #thomp$on #817madhouse #cloudrap #dark

ELECTION DAY W/ THOMP$oN [PROD. IVYDETH]

A VIEW TO KILL (PROD. NFTR97)

THIS IS FOR YOU HATING ASS, LURKING ASS, DICK HOPPING ASS PUSSIES.

TRACK 6 OFF MY 8 TRACK UPCOMING EP “TALES FROM THE FUNK” DROPPING AUGUST 4TH ON ALL PLATFORMS!

ALL SONGS MIXED AND MASTERED BY WYNTER (@deadmanfiles on IG)

COVER ART BY @phonker_psd on IG

- LYRICS -

Back in this bitch gotta Glock with a switch
When we on stage we just start a moshpit
None of these bitches can fuck with our shit
Fuck all yall plays and the shit that you spit

Tripping on me you gone get your wig split
Shoutout my killas Madhouse we the shit
Rolling up gas and your blunt full of mid
Trynna stack up and then fall off the grid

Twenty four now and they still hate the kid
Knowing we better it’s hard to admit
Fort Worth to Phoenix then straight to the crib
I’m running these packs while I puff ona spliff

Can’t hit my blunt but you can take a whiff
Banging on wax not a blood nor a crip
Can’t hit my blunt but you can take a whiff
Banging on wax not a blood nor a crip

Talking that shit you get put underground
That’s all I know mane I come from the south
Never switched up I stay reppin the house
Unlike you niggas dick riding for clout

Talking that shit you get put underground
That’s all I know mane I come from the south
Never switched up I stay reppin the house
Unlike you niggas dick riding for clout

Hopping from dick to dick (yeah)
Yunno a bitch ain’t shit (yeah)
So ima go split your wig
And I don’t ever wanna see you again (yeah)

Hopping from dick to dick (yeah)
Yunno a bitch ain’t shit (yeah)
So ima go split your wig 
And I don’t ever wanna see you again (yeah)

(Let’s go) 
Hopping from dick to dick (what)
Yunno a bitch ain’t shit (what)
So ima go split your wig
And I don’t ever wanna see you again (let’s go) 

Hopping from dick to dick (what)
Yunno a bitch ain’t shit (what)
So ima go split your wig
And I don’t ever wanna see you again, hoe

WIG SPLIT (PROD. SPHYNX)

WARNING

@rosetta666
PRODUCED BY RO$ETTA
CHOP'D&SKREW'D BY KRAZED
ILL MINDED & DEATH RAP

WARNING

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