bro you hella talented this shit fye as fu

blood not tears

lyrics: 

yeah x13 (damn)
all my bitches goin, all my bitches goin yea
bottles up, put em in the air 
bottles up, yeah i don’t care 
put it in the air 

i see, i see smoke in the air, i see x2
i see, i see smoke in the air, i got
i got, i got smoke in my hair 
oxy, oxy, oxy pills everywhere 
i got, i got, i got metal under here 
i got, i got, i got drank not beer
i got, i got, i got blood not tears

yeah, cup never clear, yeah 
muddy like some gears, yeah
if you want some shit, then know
i could get ya
ima fail that drug test
i got codeine in my piss, yea

aye, freaky bitch say she wanna kiss, uh
i don’t fuck with you, no you not my miss, yeah
aye, bitches wanna talk, i won’t diss ya 
i won’t diss, i won’t diss, i won’t diss ya
yeah, doing shit, for the attention

prod me 

hop ina whip lil four door
puttin keys in the motor
bitch my feet hit the floor
u need speed i need more
drivin fast hear the roar
drivin down to the morgue
gas leakin yeah its pourin
if i die then im scoring
alley-oop im scoring
skirtin off in the foreign
i need drink she pourin
nevermind she mormon
got a bag im soaring
money bags im scoring
want me back ignoring
yea u hoes get boring
i got undercover drip
u could see it all in my fit
two poles take a flick
caption it dual wield in this bitch
crocheted hat
d&g up on my glasses
x bitch want me back
cause she see im living lavish
one pill i might die
brain dead im so fried
two wings imma fly
one blunt in the sky
moncler on my chest
dc ion rock checks
helmut lang on my neck
u know i had 2 go & flex
bad hoes in my section
im not that good at reception
takin drugs its accention
got a 401k & pention
had to teach that boy a lesson
u know his hoe is confessin
i only keep two weapons
im a duel king i be steppin
i walk around like a boss
bitch im runnin down the field like randy moss
bitch u cant get all of my sauce
u cant catch up to me all u hearin my exhaust
one hoop scorin
two pills boring
handfull scoring
in the sky im soaring
money bags im scoring
ur bitch is whoring
two cups im pourin
drink got me snoring
alley-oop im scoring
skirtin off in the foreign
i need drink she pourin
nevermind she mormon
got a bag im soaring
money bags im scoring
want me back ignoring
yea u hoes get boring
one pill i might die
brain dead im so fried
two wings imma fly
one blunt in the sky
moncler on my chest
dc ion rock checks
helmut lang on my neck
u know i had 2 go & flex

scoring (@ihauntu)

@hillmurder

bitch im booted off these 30s
got yo bitch she moving flirty
I might shoot like stephen curry

i told tht bitch come thru n fuck
big ass FN keep it tucked
I might shoot right at his belly make him puke his fucking lungs

true religion on my jeans, bb simon for da belt
im just chillin wit sum demons doing witchcraft down in hell
bitch im smokin on this gas im smokin loud jst hear the smell
bitch im booted off these drugs look at my face y cant u tell

bitch im off dis fuckin perc
i just geek i just fiend
she like plz get off da drugs!
bitch wat da fk u mean?
i might slide right on his block n shoot em 2wice to see em bleed
i do not wna fk now gtf down on ur knees!
got the stick wen im in traffic
i jus swerve dat GLE
man i feelin like im future
i see codeine when i pee
dat bitch told me dat she love me
i jst left her ass on seen
i been drinkin all dis blood
i see red when i lean

like oh oh i walk in wit poles
treat dat boy js like he rudolph
put a red dot on his nose
like oh no designer on my clothes
im really smokin all my opps
i done shot down all my foes
true religion on tha tee
i got da rickies on my toes
mr walk down wit a stick
i might shoot right thru da coat

sleeper (rikuda)

nun to lose prod.me

ya, see dat boy outside
ya, we tote them sticks outside
bullets fly, make dat boy rise
whats the point? u aint gon slide
whats the point? im not alright
man, im jus starin at the sky
u know we creepin late at night
yeah, we gon make that nigga fly

creep thru the back bro check yo right
look for his crib we take dat right
dont peek dat corner check yo right
dont gaf, u kno dat right?

one wrong move, he takin flight
man i tell u its somethin' slight
been told these niggas go get right
it ain't my fault they ain't listen though

i came wit the glocks, i aint coolin bro
u cant show me a rack, u fully broke
we came wit them sticks, know we on go
could tell in yo eyes, u finna fold
we finna slide down, he see dat light
that nigga gon' die, shit pitiful
we finna send dat boy to the sky
she said she dont love me, damn, alright

creep thru the back bro check yo right
look for his crib we take dat right
dont peek dat corner check yo right
dont gaf, u kno dat right?

one wrong move, he takin flight
man i tell u its somethin' slight
been told these niggas go get right
man, i just can't get right

right prod naoya #anguiish

never stress + stagename

1. set (0:00-1:30)
2. live (1:30-3:32)
3. i'm dying, i love it (3:32-5:43)
4. hurt (5:43-7:03)
5. clap (7:09-9:28)
6. worried (9:28-11:24)
7. twitter (11:24-14:09)
8. play (14:09-16:18)

thank you all

live

hit my line w/ rider (all platforms) #medicated

dont do me wrong
but 
ion wanna be alive
im waiting on someone to save me
pls jus save me

said that youd leave
now your stuck in the past
now you stuck in the past 
take off your armor
just take off your armor

take off your armor prod.hitchedskulls

+ hill
prod @hillmurder + @nightsixsix
mixed by hill

Bitch you under me, I’m a god, you a washout
Can you really prove you hard without that glock out
You below my level all y’all niggas is some drop outs 
Yea, I’m seeing how you move, I hate that snake shit
You would kill yo homie over drugs and a fake bitch
Hittin’ up the plug smoking ‘xotic to the face bitch
I will never fold, and with that I rest my case bitch

Better off just getting out the way bitch
Better off just staying in yo spot
Heard you running up my block, seen my crib, I heard you knock
You won’t even make it in, my niggas make sure you get shot
I don’t need no tissue, you can get wiped out just like some snot
It won’t be and issue, bro can get yo smoked just like some pot
I don’t got to hit you, look you in the eyes and you gon rot
Man they heard that I’m outside, everybody heart gon drop

Don’t speak up on my name, if all you do is lie
Im tired of these games, I just wanna die
This life shit is the same I just stare up at the sky
And wonder if I disappear would anybody cry?

judgement

do not ask me why the beat is named among us thank you

prod. yurinari/korset
137bpm


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