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AR Fifteen

EVERY SINGLE HOME GEN SONG EVER

IG: https://www.instagram.com/shade_apollo/ x https://www.instagram.com/sinizter_/

W/ @sinizterofficial
Prod. @rooseveltnoise
Mixed & Mastered by https://www.instagram.com/samuelthedestroyer/
Cover Art by https://www.instagram.com/dieserfreigeist/

Lyrics:
Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

All of my Franklins Patrick Bateman fresh after a kill
Hit the dark web for my payment once the contract’s been fulfilled
Yeah the system did me dirty
Had to find a way to make some mills
Cold case never met with a jury
Cool calculatin’ I’m way too skilled
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal
Redrum crimson spill
Can’t run your fate is sealed
The bottom bulb of the hourglass fill
Your time is up your soul I steal

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

I’m G.I. Joe up in this rap game keep that Wesson on me
Toe to toe with the Taliban I had that thirty on me
Half these pussies think they hard when they talk about me
Tote your guns up on the ‘Gram but we know you ain’t about it
Couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
Fakin’ on the net just for views
Lie about your mental issues
Cappin’ out the jaw it’s fake news
Paid to kill at one point that’s ‘real’ blood money
No remorse inside my heart what the fuck you want from me

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money
Blood spattered Benjamins
We stackin’ up that blood money

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood spattered Benjamins I feel like Agent 47
Once I spot my target my peripheral it start vignettin’
What’s your life worth the amount that’s ‘bouta hit my checkin’
When I creep up like the Reaper and my scythe behead him

Blood Money

Spotify | Apple Music

Blood Money w/ Sinizter (Prod. ROOSEVELT)

Anyway
Me myself and I 
go way back
Tryna find my way 
Like the waze app
I lost my way 
No mames guey
So many ways
 I could change 
But I’m not changing back 
Back to my ways 
When I put myself in the back
Now there’s no way
That I’ll be turning back
With all the trauma 
I gone through 
It’s hard to relax
Hard to rest  
Looking In the mirror 
Like a thousand yard
 starring contest 

Tired of these comparison Olympics 
It’s not a contest 
Your pain isn’t any less real 
Just cause some other person saw a little more neglect 

I’m Venting in this music
 for me it’s so cathartic 
I’m Mopping the floor with the underground with each lyric

Used to be incessantly nefarious  
On my sock puppet
Not tryna be manipulated like a sock puppet 
Was hopscotching between 
The malt liquor and scotch 
Hada turn down the festivities a notch 
Liquor made me twisted like some licorice 
Crazy how liquor is 
Crazy how that is 

Lucky if we see mañana
Be happy you made it this far 
Like a zealot saying hosanna
This music ain’t a act no Hanna Montana 

Airing out these lyrics
like the little friend of tony montana 

Feel like season four
 Ruth Langmore 
These lyrics are not labor 
From troubled beginnings 
 Kim wexler 
Got a code 
Like I’m Dexter 
Immense Vocabulary 
Blacklist James Spader 

My fathers words
stick with me
Like Mr. Robot 
Christian Slater 


deserving of a clean slate 
one way or a another 
People turn on you 
Iike what you see in the wire


In my whip blasting South of Heaven by Slayer
Keep that circle small 
So you dont dread the people on your roster 
I’m twisted in the head like a dread 
On the head of a Rasta 

Unique style 
Like I’m Zeb Powell out my dental
Leavin more than a dent 
It’s torrential
Making moves like a pterodactyl
Even when I’m down 
I’m winning still 
Never give up like 
The values
my grandpa instilled 


Death is inevitable 
Soon we’ll be worm food 
Pushed away with a shovel
Totally forgotten 
As the past turns to rubble 
Timeless with my words 
Thier a time capsule 

Yeah I 
Went from down to party 
To feeling Blasé
My music an Exposé
They cannot hold a candle to me

Used to yearn for peace 
like Ralphie wanting that BB gun in a Christmas story 
Some people on 9/11 
survived an elevator free fall 
 80 stories
Just for the building to eventually collapse
 on them entirely

Morale of the story 
When it’s your time to go 
 it’s your time homie 
We live in chaos
And nothings set in stone 
So make sure you make
 this life your own

THOUSAND YARD STARE (Prod. anemic)

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Mind, body, and my soul on the edge
Going thru the struggles of life till I’m dead
Fuck shit
I’m surrounded by some pricks
Cause they eatin out my eyes and always lookin for the next
All I see is
The ghouls and they stop just to creep
It’s a big gap that’s why they can
Lie thru they teeth
And it’s all cap
Nah, I’m never lookin back
All that fucken talkin that you did
It’s only lookin bad
Why the fuck you showin out?
Time has changed, it’s goin down
Everybody backin your ass
So you can play it down
Said that you could handle the task
We see your failing now
How many bottles of bullshit, you gonna drink
Before you drown?
Hold up
Let me say it, before you ask it
Yeah I’ll be there
Fucken pissin on your casket
One sec
Gonna put it in basket
Wrap it up, and put your soul next to the plastic

[T.R.I.P.]

If I’m staying lowkey means
I’m mobbin in that 400
Riding low exhaust scraping
yea, I love stunting 
Pussy mothafuckas love to hate
I need more of it 
Better be ducking when that mothafuckin gang comin
Shots flying between your eyes
can you read behind the lines?
sick of all your fuckin lies
acting like you Pennywise 
Fuck you if you think we cool
somebody let them hounds loose
devil on my back
And he told me to kill this bap boom
When I think of the pussies
I’m only seeing red
If you fuck with UAV
there ain’t no cheating death 
If you hate your fucking life
Just shut the fuck up then
When I think of the pussies
I’m only seeing red
If you fuck with UAV
there ain’t no cheating death 
If you hate your fucking life
Just shut the fuck up then
Tired of the bitching and complaining
Bitch just hold yo breath

SEEING RED

Skorn - BLOOD SPILLER 2

FEAR NONE (PROD. SYDTHEKIDDBEATS)

CHUNK UP THE DEUCE (prod. GMF)

KRYPTONITE! (prod. hotwheelz)

DOWNFALL (prod. goorski)

I gots to be a G every day that I live 

Stay up on ma grind mane cuz that’s just how it iz 

Been goin thru the strugglin since we was just kids 

Stashes in the crib where we got them thangs hid
 


It’s like since I was young been tryna find out wheres my home 

Headphones in Walkin round all alone 

So that’s why these days I ain’t answering my phone 

That’s why I pack my steel mane that’s why I pack my chrome 



I know jus how it feels to have nobody on yo side 

But fuck it bro just keep yo head up N let it ride 

They only fina talk about you on the day U die 

Yea today is all good but yesterday they cried 




I guess I’m tryna say u gotta stay down for yo self 

You gotta be yo biggest fan , don’t need nobody else 

There really is a meaning to the feelings that u felt 

Good head on ya shoulders with a pistol on your belt 




Fuck some probation, I’m flipping all this vegetation 

1 violation , they gon give me a vacation 

Down at the station , it’s all a part of operations 

And it relation, it’s just a shitty situation 



This generation .. needa get some education 

And I ain’t hatin , I’m just spreading information 

Fuck the police I ain’t talkin in investigations 

Why the fuck I gotta pro vide an explanation




Cuz ina cell I ain’t fina get shit 

No food or clean water couldn’t even take a shit 

Got shackles on my ankles you would think I’m Ed guin , 

I’m just a nother dum ghetto boi from da guin
 



In this real world u gotta hold yoself down ,

If u went down the wrong road bust a uie, turn around 

Gotta keep a pistol gotta keep a couple rounds 

And I gotta keep some smoke I gotta keep a couple pounds

CHUNK UP THE DEUCE (prod. GMF)

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