hall of fame (ft Lake Kyle + Lil Darkie ) (prod. wendigo)(music video link in des)

2 Alivë

Poppin

always tired. prod sbc

My mom dropping me off to 7th grade
Got my lunch box I’m never late
Go to my special class
It’s 9:20 I’m so fast
Eating a cigar from the ground
Told my teacher what I found
Found another in my lunch box
Walking to the office with my crocs
Got the, yelling at me while I play on my 3ds
I peed myself I made a mess
My mom beats the fuck out of me
Yelling at me I say pee pee
I am the best
I’m so good I never rest

GOT IN TROUBLE AT SCHOOL (prod.hooligin)

DECIBEL (FT. ISSBROKIE) (PROD. SNETSSK)

MAKE AN EXAMPLE (SNEAKO DISS) - BRANDON BUCKINGHAM x CHRIST DILLINGER x RXKNEPHEW

i added a Juice WRLD verse from lost cause onto a open verse version of overdose by tuv. Enjoy!

tuv - overdose (Juice WRLD Remix)

Lyrics:

You slackin, 

you steady hoppin on the wagon, like a white boy saggin, who said he only with it for the  fashion, you lackin compassion, when I’m riding through your neighborhood, I never have no competition, least I did they gone for good now, 

better be good now, You in ya place right as you should now, misunderstood me the first time when I said you good now, I put the bullet into places where  you shouldn’t look now, you getting cooked now, you fishy niggas suckin hooks, 

be wit the crooks and the killers what can I say I’m a villain, I made that boy ill , I think that he might need penicillin, I told him stop and he wouldn’t listen, I blasted him, known that boy since seventh grade, suprised I out lasted him, don’t talk to the 5-0 I think that I flabbergasted em, they thought I was kobe the way I was outgassing em,Harlem shake his body, my bullets is not passing em, put him in my blunt, every second I’m fucking ashing em 


ashy ashy, I might get to thrashing on yo bitch ass, she eat my laffy taffy, while you crying wit yo bitch ass, you close to dying got no one relying on yo bitch ass, how can you really call yourself a man without  the money, 

think you funny, but we’ll see what’s funny when ya face is bloody,nose is runny, from the bottom of my boot,made him a mummy, think we chummy, but I put the bullet inside of his tummy, cuz I heard him talkin bout me, should’ve thought I woulda upped it on him,  


till I die, im wondering why the people hating on me, I don’t got time for all the fighting and debating on me, don’t call me ya homie when you talkin shit and won’t come to my face, it’s you I picture when I hear disgrace, 

he got 2 faces, I feel like I’m jason, when I’m chasing him, screaming and shouting he know if I see him I’m erasing him, bullet casings on the ground when I’m around they embracing em, all my enemies be licking the very ground that I’m pacing on 

I’m never acting, I’m always about the action, never had a positive interaction wit any evil person,they know I see them lurkin, in the shadows always love the hurtin and the hating, why the fuck they be so agitating, 


plain white tee, wit plain Nikes, im getting higher than the stardom of the black eyed peas, come hold these please, by these I mean my nuts cuz you be on em often, if you don’t back away, I think I’ll throw you in a coffin, if you don’t listen just remember that I gave you caution, cuz when I’m at ya neck you know that I won’t fold too often, tell you my body hard, and you know that I’ll never soften, take every precaution,when I’m sliding through ya home town, I’m never finna slow down

Till I Die prod Skotskr

The original artists are Lazy3x, Lil Darkie, Royalty the Kidd, Bruhmanegod and Wendigo.
The song was originally produced by Win8k and MaxoKoolin
The original song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDcFM3QBhqw
The original beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGY1NYHdp9c

Gerk Freestyle Instrumental (Reprod. Gloiner)

BARELY ALIVE [[HEL! X C80-MIDNIGHT]] [[prod. guardian]]

Lyrics - 

Get a grip
Put a collar on ur bitch
All she do is bark
Whippity drop top riding round town in my flip flops new crocs gram cone and pot socks

Wouldn’t try cause I always come with tricks

Smoking that ghost pack careful or you’ll yack
Feeling like u floating through walls when u kick back

Ride in the drop top Choppas on sight guns ain’t personal bring a knife to a fist fight
Severe it quick blood splatter hands take flight
Ur mama told you never hang with strangers 
And she was right
Hands will take flight when the bell rings I grip tight and let loose on you and I’ll make sure that you’ll die
Can bitch in the end you know we aren’t friends here I’ll say it again so we’re clear
I HATE YOU

Smoking on dope in the back of the ‘02
You say we homies I don’t even know u
U got a big head cock it and I blow through
Then send ur head to ur mom in the postal
Wipe ur name and ur face and ur bodily place on the planet right out of existence 
cause I’m sorry but bitch idk I don’t care about anyone that claims they gonna be missing u

GOT IN TROUBLE AT SCHOOL (prod.hooligin)

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