For Now

GRUDGES

GRUDGES FT SCYTHE

Where Do We Go From Here?

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Lyrics
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I pray that there ain't a god
'Cause he left me here to suffer with you all
Does it matter what prayer I talk
Before I hit the ground in my fall

Trapped in this body
I hope it burns
I hope it withers in the afterlife
Tell my momma I'm sorry
I know it hurts
But at least I smiled in the second I died

Bury my body in roses
Look away when my flesh decomposes
Cremated or buried I don't really mind
At the end of your life they'll forget us in time

As a kid I used to think I was chosen
Telling me that you'll be something we know it
Now the trauma's like I'm going through the motions
A drop in the bucket that drops in the ocean
Who do you pray to Rob, we don't know it
But the head, chest, left, right shows it
I don't know the words but they don't need the devotion
They just wanted to treat a kid like he's broken

I fucking hated all of you

Trapped in this body
I hope it burns
I hope it withers in the afterlife
Tell my momma I'm sorry
I know it hurts
But at least I smiled in the second I died

Rotting my body in roses
Watch as my flesh decomposes
Cremated or buried I don't really give a fuck
If they treat me like shit in my life

The Perfect Afterlife [Prod. LMG]

Karmyn Avra & Fukkit - Bloodstream

Meltdown

yea
the way i'm drippin thought i'm standin in some april showers
i told her that i'm on my way, it only take an hour
i let lil shawty have a taste, and then she ate, devoured, yea
behind the wheel and now i shitwhip, yea
i came a long way from them kickflips, yea
i'm not no diddy, but i grip dicks, yea
you got no biddies on ya shrimp dick, no
she got new titties on her wishlist, yea
i'm in the kitchen whippin bisquick, yea
i heard you still eating them fish sticks, yea
you know the traumster stand on business, yea, whoa
you know i'm not gonna fuck around
cop another pound, and my choppa hunnid rounds, yea
white custy look like he in haunted mound
asked my momma, "why you actin like you aren't proud of me?"
i done went bossed up, they actin like i'm not allowed to see it
they gon say i'm not the boss yet, but bitch, i'm bouta be it
i was broke and tryna figure out where the louder weed is
you never got it out the mud, ya whole house was decent
my homies inspirational, they swervin audis recently
??? so why you shoot it out so peacefully?
you the type to call police on me
i done grew up at the giving tree, whoa
if ya homies beefin, let it be
i done seen it all in bout a quarter century
allow me to rejog ya memory
remind you that you gotta stay in your trajectory
money come, money go, yea
lil brodie you a funny one, you a hoe, yea
ever since turned 21 been on a roll, yea
i been prayin that anyone test my pole, yea
get em gone, send em all to the essence
playin wit a band, but i ain't talmbout evanesence
told her take my hand cuz i'm enjoying all your presence
thought the full moon triggered us, but all you saw's a crescent

APRIL SHOWERS (prod. fwembill)

Prod by me 
art by grxypaint

finally uploaded it after 7 months

BOOGIE WOOGIE (FT. KILLOMELET)

Death do us part (feat. Baby Capo)

ANTITHESIS

what's wrong with me?

Couldn't come up with a title, so I named it what I exported it as.

Art by: www.instagram.com/lenfant_/
@lenfantlondon
production: @princeamgn

lyrics:
Cash up, huff dust, break off the padlock
Flying that saucer but we finna crash up
Inflict the wound he be spraying plasma
Visit the moon he intake the asthma

Look up at my set
You messing with the generals
And you is a cadet
Running outta methods need a function to reset
Nother hundred coming, going gonna need another check

bang on my line
Thirsty as fuck I cant manage to thrive
We got them weapons to bandon your side
Need a bandage to get it you answer to lie

You a fucking neusence oh
I'm a fucking showin eh
Wag your dick and lose it uh
Leave your body ruined eh

Spark on my line oh my god you be faking it
Evolve the compound reversing the sapient
Bang
One of a dozen, you ain't legit
Fading back in to my struggle you never been

Never forget what you say like an elephant
Dont wanna fuck her I feel like a celibate
We got them burners to rattle his skeleton
Got in his room and we splatter his resident

I'm in the crux of the places you never been
Pacing around while you searching for betterment
You is a loser get caught with the evidence
i was getting weaker but I caught a second wind

Every where I go you know that I get it in
Hitting the iceberg but that's just the tip of it
If he be talking up he getting pistol whipped
Spill out my coffee and fill up with riddalin

what's wrong with me?

HXSTAGE