J Louie & Belial Versace Remix

Neck n Trees by J Louie featuring Michael Marshall. This song will be featured on the upcoming mixtape from J Louie

Neck n Trees Ft. Michael Marshall

Behind Bars (Diablo Remix) by J Louie

Lyrics:
Devil on the beat, trippin' in the street
Smoking on that DMT like I'm always fast asleep
Addicted to altered realities and not a certain high
I swear I'm fine, just let me see my baby smile one more time
I lied, looked up into a blackened sky
Can't think from being sleep deprived 
Eight or more it's like I win a prize
Okay, I'm coming back, bitch get out my face with that
I ain't gone eat your ass, maybe kiss it first then finish last, I'm good like that
Now go ahead and taste the wooden pack
My burlap sack filled with the dankest grass and yellow hash
Underestimated like it's written on my forehead
If you ain't fucking with me don't open your door then
Scorching, burning these mics while you snoring
Xannys keep 'em pouring I don't want to hear a shortage
No debating when I'm saying I'm the best that hasn't made it
In forsaken vacation places making deals with Satan
Everybody holding signs saying run, but I'm too distracted digging little nugs up out the rug
Smoking blunts with some stoner friends
Passing out around about 4 am, wake up dead then repeat again
Doing this shit like I'm at school with A grades
Hoping this shit will take me to a better place
Never got my ticket into heaven, instead I'm chillin at 7-11 smoking blunts and checking out the women

Are you ready?
I don't think you're fucking ready

You can find me sitting in my room, high as hell
Drowning in this painful realm, analyzing cards that got dealt
I'm not myself, never have been ever since death handed me a fucking hat trick
Sick of all these fucking people being plastic and needing multiple caskets
Your chick just sent me an ass pic, I'm savage
Burning matches to a bridge
Guaranteed I'm the hottest thing up in the fridge
At an untreatable level, flexing on you faggots with the diamonds in the bezel
Spitting hot as a kettle, get on my level then it's settled
Follow me with my bloody mess and I'll explain the rest
I need some rest, sitting at my desk a fucking mess, working for that check
I got bags of xans and trees to reduce the stress
I'm doing this shit for myself, just expressing how I felt and feel
Also coming for the belt, fishing for a deal
So get a reel, I want it sealed, you know I'm real
I'm like a wheel, rolling steel
Spitting smoother than a baby feels

So lay the beat by the heels
Lay the beat by the heels


Behind Bars (Diablo Remix)

Welcome (ft Jim Poe) (Prod. inKAGn!to)

Light Bringer by J. Louie featuring Belial and produced by 2Deep

Light Bringer Ft. Belial (Prod. 2Deep)

well, here ya go by J Louie
LYRICS:::::
I'm so high, at night I glisten in the sky
My loud pack smelled down the street
I got one hit that's gone knock you off your feet
Headed towards destruction
Looking down this known road and see nothing
I got writers block
Loop the beat, stare at a ticking clock 
Like a bombs about to go off
Sick flow, I'm being a show off
Jealous of my lyrics and how I flow it
Staying up all night while I go in
Fuck sin, I'll do what I want and then, say what I want and when
Mixing Sprite and codeine with the Gin
Got a couple blunts rolled fat as Sharpie pens
You don't know where I've been or what I've gone through
So don't come around saying how to live and what I'm supposed to do 
I'm my own dude
You can take that two cents and just put it towards your rent
After all that yappin' you look pretty spent and you prolly gone need your bed
Inked up so far I prolly cost a couple grand
Stories with the artwork always go hand and hand
I'm forming habits like it's a hobby
Being loud at the hotel you can smell us from the lobby
I'm dope so you tryna copy, but I'm from a one of a kind poppy
Harvested once, sorry

These drugs pouring out the Mercedes with strung out pretty ladies
Got my 12 gauge ready for a call, I'm not scared to catch a body like a trust fall
Quarter pupils feeling euphoria 
(reverse reverse! slideee to the left)
Trippin' out I'm seeing four of ya
Nodding out, tell the floor "here I come"
If the bitch wont go down I'ma stand up
We closing all neighbors windows till the suns out
Louies on the rise, tell 'em watch out
Lyrical glocks out, hearing my shots
POW
It will be one of the last sounds you hear

Spitting from a drought
Puffing clouds, never seen the ground
Shitting on you rap clowns
Fuck your snap backs, I'm posted up in crowns
Passing blunts till it's fourth down
Tom Brady in this bitch, breaking down and rolling up loud skunk
Double cups in the cut, a couple blunts with some sluts 
Best believe they in their birthday suits
While me and Belial lookin' fresh in them Polo suits
Thinkin' we cool, but you wishing it was you when you see us comin' threw in them brand new coupes

Killt 