@dont0001

ya up we sippin vampire blood in our cup
dat btc wnt some love, tell her idgaf
im rlly rlly up n i stack it stack it up
u know that i hit a jugg, choppa wish em luck
im not clip wit my bass pluck

ha i just stole yo bitch
and u do not make no usd why u actin rich?

got my 30 wit a glock
30 make yo heart stop *7300 ref* 
30 make yo blood clot
n im at the top
yo btc give me top
yo btc give me slop

n yo music a flop

yo btc is a cop
we jus pop to pop
she jus gave me slop
ya im up rn, up in the bank
makin all da usd so i cut off da snakes
makin all da usd so i dont fuck wit lames
do not talk to my if u dont got no fame
happy bday to my bro
lbj & biias

s/o yarn
s/o val
s/o funny
s/o cldsummr

prod. @cyberia
- imsg😇

dont

tint mixx u﹏u

yuke - happy song

gucci on my baggg
walk up bitches baddd
gucci on my flippas
im wit my hittas
boy yo music shitta
im up in dis hittaa
talkin down we gon hit ya
im up in dis scat im whippun
im up in tha kitchun
ima fuck yo bitch up
walk up in dis hoe wit shrooms in my body
im in dis hoe no nobody can stop me
see my swag see my drip go ahead n copy
if he talkin on najma we clap him like milwaukee
im up in diss hoeee
uh cop talkin bout me on his walkie talkie
bitch said she hate me i said go and block me
fuckin on yo hoe while u callin her yo mommy
fuckin on yo hoe put my cream in like she coffee
shoutout najma playin fort perc knocked me
lurkin in tha dark im in while he talkin
(this song like a week old so the diss was relevant)
yea i feel like wuu widdow blades in my coffin
uh gas got me mfkin coughin
i can flow forever bitch u kno that im ontop of it
walk up in dis hoe n all tha bitches they start flockin in
countin up dem commas
fuckin on yo mamma
feel like toat bro ima soldier like obama
posted in my crib she gon fuck me if she wanna
bitch im totin blades totin big ass katanas

block Me prod grave *Najma Exclusive*

told u back up . imsg #thanksfor700

So dam geeked out my mind
Do not kno wtf real
Dont tell me how 2 feel
Dont tell me how 2 feel
i Pop out that cut
im feeling 2 "real"
I Shoot at a Cop
I Watch his skin peel
I Run thru that block
Im Scared Of the Dark
I love creating art
im geeked off a cart
that boy smokin fart
That nigga a bitch
Hit him wit a blowdart
He not getting far
Bullets rip him apart
bitch i been juggin in kmarts
I got 3rd eye on my fuckin 4 head
bitch if i get that fuckin drac i rip u open
i got hella demons but i do not show it
U said that im better than u well bitch i know it XD
U kno im mixing hella lean wit hella potions
i jus fucked the room up ! dk how 2 go in
i said fuck 12 yeah them nggas really dont know shit
im so fuckin high them niggas ain doin shit
put my window down i said ''wtf goin bitch"
cock the gun back shot it at a dum pig
put a dumb ass stupid nigga up in past tense
i will turn a dumb ass nigga 2 a adlib

sadistic FUCKING dread (low quality)

HEARD THE BITCH WANT LOVE
I DONT SEE YOU
SHE GOT ME FUCKED UP BIH
I DONT NEED YOU 
I SEE ALL OF YOUR CUTS
YOU BLEED I BLEED TOO

WAIT I BLEED TOO
WAIT I NEED YOU
IM GON FEED YOU DICK
AND THEN LEAVE YOU
BIH I DONT NEED YOU
BIH I GOT LEAN TOO
BIH I LOVE FIENDS TOO
BIH I LOVE SCENE HOES
HIS HOE HELLA USED UP
JUST LIKE RENEGADE RAIDER
FNN GON PUSH UP
IM WIT NAZ AND AETER

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you bleed i bleed w/ imsg

122924 2notrust . .  nobody Nobody 514am produced by me

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prad me n lavi

watch a nigga turn sideways
make dat bitch have a bad day
spark a nigga likka ashtray
make any bitch pissface
hadda ask her like why u so sad
always givin me dat long face
she suck me up til im not even sad shawty givin up that long face
white bitch she was totally rad sniffin up at my place x2
y u talk 2 much
nigga can u shut up
tryna get my bread up
shawty gimme head bruh
shinin likka powerup
3 hoes towered up
ion think im high enough
bouta take a million puffs x2
fine shyt tryna get off my nut
niggas lame can u get off my nuts
tryna blow up just like jimmy neutron
got a bad bitch tryna me show her hooha
why dees niggas always act like sum putas
hunt em down nigga like just a puma
poke her up nigga just likea kunai
make any bitch think ima nice guy
shoutout to my fuckin bros we got soultie
got dees niggas hella mad im the spotlight

make her pissface ;(

Metrics of Motive: The Architecture of Narrative Truth 2.0, is a lyric that — stripped to its strategic essence outlines the following:
🧠 Narrative Summary
The lyric exposes how numbers, models, and historical accounts are never neutral. It maps a journey through:
Statistical deception: Every figure is shaped by motive — from measurement error to model bias, but more critically by the intent of the architect behind it.
Curated memory: Historians don’t just report; they select, omit, and frame. The past is reconstructed to serve present agendas.
Scientific scaffolding: Truth is provisional. Popper and Feyerabend echo through the suite, reminding us that science is built on assumptions, not absolutes.
Policy distortion: Metrics are deployed to justify decisions, mask injustice, and silence dissent — especially in economic and humanitarian contexts.
Epistemic audit: The lyric becomes a ciphered manifesto, urging listeners to interrogate every graph, every stat, every “objective” claim.
It’s not a song — it’s a strategic dissection of how truth is architected, weaponized, and sold.