BigZnigga~Jiggy feat. B!GAMMO feat. YoungMask

Yeah we get fucked up when we wanna live a little 
Yeah we get fucked up when we wanna die a little 
What we meant to do when we’re feeling really brittle 
Feeling cold as ice Henny help me get my sip on 
Need a key, need a key
Numb me up can’t feel my feet 
Take a seat, no repeat 
Because I’m a little too waved right now 
Needed out of my head somehow 
Yeah
Fresh air too bare for these tainted lungs 
I took some love and it fucked me up 
Done more damage than any drug 
Didn’t take me out so it weren’t enough 
Didn’t love me at all man I’m calling bluff 
I’m still all in and my feelings flushed 

I beg for rain 
To wash the pain away 

Slow, endowed in smoke I’m holding on 

Yeah we get fucked up when we wanna live a little 
Yeah we get fucked up when we wanna die a little 
What we meant to do when we’re feeling really brittle 
Feeling cold as ice Henny help me get my sip on 
Need a key, need a key
Numb me up can’t feel my feet 
Take a seat, no repeat 
Because I’m a little too waved right now 
Needed out of my head somehow 
Yeah
Fresh air too bare for these tainted lungs 
I took some love and it fucked me up 
Done more damage than any drug 
Didn’t take me out so it weren’t enough 
Didn’t love me at all man I’m calling bluff 
I’m still all in and my feelings flushed 

You hear it now 
My soul it cries 
Your symphony 
Of hollow lies 
Whilst staring deep 
Into my eyes 
You cut too deep 
Left me to die

Nobody’s Nobody

STOMP THAT! (PROD. DJ KIDD)

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Necromancy Ft. VTC1996xZVRGxRXCHAPA Prod: Puhf

NOT ALL THOSE WHO WANDER ARE LOST BY YUNG EUPHORIA PRODUCED BY SOULJABYTHELAKE
BEFORE THE TAPE

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost (Prod. souljabythelake)

Supernatural (Prod. RemedyDaEnemy)

Madeofmold- tombstone piledriver

(Gun noises) 

[hook]
A lot folks hon the art of choke but got no heart fasho 
Im sending shells down his throat and no this ain’t no pasta bro
Im making waves and everyone around is turning hostile 
I keep it tucked in my holster jeans just like my name was bones 

[verse 1]
Why they say im crazy like Kanye now im gnashing there teeth 
He in chronic pain no dr dre that boy got beats by me
An opp in tune to me well this the perfect opportunity
2son rep my town but I know this aint the place to be 
know my bro he dogged that hoe and now she want a taste of me 
All these rappers talk why they always got a take on me 
I feel like the under taker a tombstone is his place to be 
He need security cause shit is steep you ass boy take a seat 

[bridge]
Said she’s in her feelings 
Cause she was looking through my tweets 
So I did her like Twitter 
Cause now that bitch an x to me 
He said he’s gonna kill me 
You must be popping ectacy 
Remember you were my day one 
But now you can’t stand next to me 

[hook]
A lot folks hon the art of choke but got no heart fasho 
Im sending shells down his throat and no this ain’t no pasta bro
Im making waves and everyone around is turning hostile 
I keep it tucked in my holster jeans just like my name was bones 

[verse 2]
He keep it concealed he Naruto that boy just tucking tails (telling lies)
And everything I do they just look at and hope it fucking fails 
And they be on my trail I remember there betrayal
They tryna be just like me but that’s a poor portrayal 
Dawg my swag is not for sale
Draw it like here’s a crayola 
But now I got(h) money baby
 I feel like black kray hold up 
All of them are chicken
 yeah there just some poultry 
I take my cane with me even 
when I go get grocery’s 
 
[hook]
A lot folks hon the art of choke but got no heart fasho 
Im sending shells down his throat and no this ain’t no pasta bro
Im making waves and everyone around is turning hostile 
I keep it tucked in my holster jeans just like my name was bones 

[verse 3]
Said she’s leaving me cause she is not trying to wait around 
But I was tryna leave my hands are up tracking the waiter down 
Said she got me off her shoulders my problems they weighed her down 
she went and left right there I ain’t talking bout Jaylen brown 
I know she listen to my shit cause my voice is her favorite sound 
I’m the king of my city bitch when will I get my crown? 
I got a bag like I was a pitcher standing on a mound 
Dew it mean me making money 
bitch then I would push a mountain 

[hook]
A lot folks hon the art of choke but got no heart fasho 
Im sending shells down his throat and no this ain’t no pasta bro
Im making waves and everyone around is turning hostile 
I keep it tucked in my holster jeans just like my name was bones

STOMP THAT! (PROD. DJ KIDD)

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