Do You Get The Message - prod@lifemage

MIXED BY BLEAKSHYNE & INFESKI
MASTERED BY INFESKI

morphine dreams ft. infeski

allow this shit

GRAVEYARD FUNCTION FT SAINTJIVE & ZENOGNARLY

Heartfelt

Lyrics:
Mind out the gutters
Open the shutters, the light keep me covered
Trying to find my strive my lover
Don't switch sides I keep it 1 hunna
Pain, i say but I'm just another
I don't really care you won't hear me stutter
So many men, gon lose a brother
And just wanna do a runner, nuh uh

Tell me what you thinking about
Deep dive in your head let me out
Live a life, do you wanna live it loud?
I said look alive everybody dead around
Drop like flies are you the next dying?
Preaching wise words echoed in the choir
It don't matter what I say now
Whole lotta chatter will you breakout?

Will you,
Will you breakout?
Whole lotta chatter
Stay the same wow
Whole lotta talking
Bait now
Wonder, will you breakout?
Tell me what's the game now
Tell me I'm insane now
I don't give a fuck
Just know I'm gonna breakout

Summer is coming I'll pick myself up
Let me do what I do, stop giving a fuck
It's a bummer but I'm gonna fucking prove I've got
Nothing to lose, cos who do I truely love?
This coming straight from the heart, one that cupid shot
Can't feel my face I'm fine, is it you or not?
Won't run away this time, I can't choose to stop
I'm gonna rise from the ashes fore I truely drop yeah

Like a Phoenix phasing through all the demons
Preaching keep my head on, I'm needing
A whole lot more, a whole lot of reasons
Soul got caught up in a lotta feelings
Speaking my mind, speak in my mic
Creeping slowly, I'm bleeding, I might
Keep it holy, I see a white light
I ain't going, ain't really my time

Will you,
Will you breakout?
Whole lotta chatter
Stay the same wow
Whole lotta talking
Bait now
Wonder, will you breakout?
Tell me what's the game now
Tell me I'm insane wow
I don't give a fuck
Just know I'm gonna breakout

Yeah
Breakout
Breakout
Wow
Will you breakout?
Breakout
Breakout 
Yeah

Breakout Pt.3 [Prod.SAMMAELタタ]

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━

*lyrics*

BREAK YO NOSE, AND DROP YA SHIT
YEAH WELCOME TO THE MOSHPIT
NIGGA FIX YA FACE, YOU LOOK AT ME
LIKE NIGGAS LOST IT
POP A TAB, AND LEAVE THAT ON YO TONGUE
AND GO TO TOWN
PUSSY THINK IM SCARED TO DIE, DONT HAVE THE BALLS TO BLOW ME DOWN
BITCH 
I KEEP SOME BLADES ON ME THAT SHRED AND COULD BE LETHAL
PUSSY RUNNING UP ON ME, IM GONNA SHOW HIM WE AINT EQUAL
KEEP THE AK-47 IN MY PANTS, TO MAKE HIM SEE THROUGH
NIGGA TRIED TO TALK HIS WAY, I MAKE IT POP, THERE GOES WEASEL

I GOT SOME PROBLEMS IN MY HEAD, I FEEL LIKE SOME TRASHING SHIT
THESE NIGGAS PLAYING LIKE THEY MENTAL, GOT NO SCARS ON THEY WRIST
I ALWAYS FELT NEGLECTED, NOW I SCREAM CAUSE FUCKING IM PISSED
NIGGAS CHANGING BY THE DAY, NO I AINT FALLIN FOR TRICKS
I SKATE THE PARK, A BLUNT, I SPARK, AND IT GET FACED IN THE DARK
A NIGGA SMART, I KEEP THE IRON ON ME, NO TONY STARK
THE WEED I SMOKE, THIS SHIT BE POTENT, MAKE THE ROOM SMELL LIKE FART
I BE FEELING LIKE IM MANIC, BITCH MY THOUGHTS OFF THE CHARTS

NIGGAS PUSSY, SWORE YOU FROZE WHEN I JUST RAN IN THAT BITCH
YOU KNOW MY NAME, BITCH I BE REAPING, KNOCK YO TEETH WITH MY FIST
CLOSE YO MOUTH, CAUSE YOU BE TALKING, IF ITS OPEN ILL PISS
I WALK AROUND W BLADES, THATS BIG AND LEAVING HOLES JUST LIKE SWISS

DO NOT HESITATE 
CANNOT GET THE BEST OF ME
YOU NIGGAS WALK AROUND TALKIN
CANT RECIPROCATE 
ID RATHER DIE UP ON CURB
THEN REHABLITATE 
THEY SAY IM FUCKED
BECAUSE I CANT REMEMBER YESTERDAY

BITCH ILL FUCK YO FACE 
BITCH ILL FUCK YO FACE
DOUBLE UP THE RATIONS
GET ME RIGHT, YOU IN MY WAY
BITCH ILL FUCK YO FACE
BITCH ILL FUCK YO FACE
DOUBLE UP THE RATIONS
GET ME RIGHT, YOU IN MY WAY
BITCH I BLOW THE TOP RIGHT OFF THE ROOF 
CAUSE IM INSANE
PUSSY RUNNING UP, THAT NIGGA EAGER, 
SWEPT HIS FUCKING BRAIN
YEAH I GOT NO DOUBT, THESE NIGGAS SWEET
NOT TALKING SUGAR CANE
ALL THIS ANGER BUILT INSIDE, BITCH IT’S REALLY HARD TO TAME

*SAKIS THOUGHTS* 

BREAK YO NOSE, AND DROP YA SHIT
YEAH WELCOME TO THE MOSHPIT
NIGGA FIX YA FACE, YOU LOOK AT ME
LIKE NIGGAS LOST IT
POP A TAB, AND LEAVE THAT ON YO TONGUE
AND GO TO TOWN
PUSSY THINK IM SCARED TO DIE, DONT HAVE THE BALLS TO BLOW ME DOWN BITCH

DONT HAVE THE BALLS TO BLOW ME DOWN

DONT HAVE THE BALLS TO BLOW ME DOWN

DONT HAVE THE BALLS TO BLOW ME DOWN

DONT HAVE EM, DONT HAVE EM, DONT HAVE EM

MOSHPITs** (PROD. INDIGO)

Lyrics : 
{Inkk}

I wish death on all my opps 
These sticks so big they look like mops
I wish these voices would stop 
Cuz they jus wan see bodies drop 
Heard your song that shit was slop 
Your bitch ass should jus switch too pop 
I cannot fuck with no cops 
I harvest pigs like they some crops 

Grab his badge then stab his eyes 
I hate this system n it lies 
I despise the guys who hide they face behind some weak disguise  
Try n try I can’t deny my blood done puddled in my slides 
Beat his face then beat the case im Smokin great I be too high 

Why do I refuse to cry , the pain inside won’t break my pride 
Slidin by im movin sly my phone been dry okay I lied 
Pistol wit me by my side I trust nobody else too ride 
I N double K okay but years ago I really died 

I wish death on every opp
Why do you drop they always flop 
Take his top off like a pop
I love my bitch don’t love no bops 

Face a opp then face a blunt 
Bitch I do jus what I want 
Don’t come up here tryna stunt 
This thermal sight go onna hunt 
Sucker punched him from the front 
Then Kicked his head like it’s a punt 
What I’m Smokin this some runtz 
You stupid bitch you jus ah dunse

clips on clips get ripped to bits
You droppin shits I’m droppin hits 
off my rocker not my shit
Im too legit I’m truly sick 
Blicks on blicks 
My sticks equipped too spit at licks who talkin slick 
Pricks in ricks got sticks in flicks but when it’s time they hold they dicks
Tris n mix at random picks these boys be higher than they clicks 
Why they cappin say they trappin they ain’t ever seen no bricks 
I get paid too talk my shit 
Bad bitch all up on my dick 
6 shots on my hip like Rick

{jork}
I wish for death i keep a tech im poking holes up in his neck my pistol red it go thru vests and put that pain up in yo head

I wish for death I keep a tech
im poking holes up in his neck
my pistol red it go through vests
you feel that pain up in yo head

cocaine in my system get me tweakin
ah shit
BLOCK HIT BLOCK HIT
turn that shit to auschwitz
get in some predicaments 
because i love to talk shit
choppa orchestra gone make a hit like...
oh fuck...

666 thats on my clique 
im flippin brix and uppin blicks
bro hurry up and take a hit
ill lose my shit and call a hit
off my dick ill fuck yo bitch
she suck my dick and spit on it
i slit her wrist her pussy drip
AND ON GANG FUKK THE PIGS

{Gr3y}
I make body's hit the floor 
I make shawty cry for more 
I make niggas prey to Grey 
So maybe they can keep they soul 
Murder, money, that's my goal 
Drugs they starting to take a tole 
6 inch into his face, I use it till that fuckas dull 

Just like pain I cause destruction
Bullets faster ain't no running 
Stack my bricks, just like construction 
I shoot first ain't wit the fussin
Shoot his lungs he huffing puffin
Grip my blick, like dick im bussin
I walked in this bitch wit gang and them choppas yellin out "No Russian"

AY AY AY AY bullets rip through ligaments 
I wish death on everybody I might hit a citizen 
If that nigga acting up this Choppa give em discipline 
I just pull up to his house don't do no online bickerin
I just stack my dividends and get up out the way yuh 
Bitch I'm mixed wit black white that's why my name is GR3Y yuh 
Bitch I need my money asap, pronto, right today 
Bitch i'll slide, shoot up yo crib where tf you gonna stay?

Do You Get The Message - prod@lifemage

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