ghost

sorry I haven't dropped, this is prolly the last piece of work from my old stuff. next drops are gonna be from a completely different realm of thought ❌

roxstar freestyle (prod.piffin)

Instrumental is Power Nap from Nicholas Craven & Boldy James. 

Black Sand

WORDS ARE JUST OBSTACLES BETWEEN WHAT WE GOTTA DO FOCUS AND FEEL THE BEAT

SUBLIMINAL

LYRICS//

Im eaten alive 

I feel it it inside 

Its blood 

and it came from my eyes 

Bitch i can not just hide 

I’m feeling all dead it’s a regular night 

I’m fucked up 

Creep in the night til I crucify 

It’s fucked up 

I run from my demons but they right by my side 

Its fucked luck 

Foresakin my pride I keep myself alive 

I’m fucked up 

You running from me bitch I’m straight in your mind 

It’s fucked up

Bøllix (Prod. Crcl)

How 2 Act *Prod By Troy L*

lyrics:
SAN SEBASTIAN, WALK THRU A HORDE OF THESE BITCHES
I THANK THE LORD THAT I’M GIFTED
OFF THE PATRON AND THE WHISKEY
I’M IN THE STORE LOOKIN TIPSY
I DON’T LOOK NORMAL NOT EVEN A LITTLE 
I TALK TO THE PUSSY LIKE DOCTOR DOLITTLE
MARMAL8 A LOT BUT THE DOCTOR DO LITTLE
MARMAL8 A GOD WHEN HE’S OFF THE PERSCRIPTION 
MARMAL8 A SHOT IS ENOUGH FOR YOU, SHIT
PROLLY BE A GOAT IF I BOTHERED TO GIVE A SHIT
I NEED TO GO TO THE PHARMACY, NEED A FIX
I WANT A BOAT ON THE WATER WITH 
PRETTY BITCHES 
I’M THE GOAT I’M THE PROBLEM I’M REALLY WITH IT
I DEFY EXPECTATIONS
BITCH I’M JUST BOLD AND AUDACIOUS
I SEE THE THRONE AND I TAKE IT
IT WON’T BE LONG IF I MAKE IT
BITCH HAD MY EYES LOOKIN VACANT
I DO WHAT I WANNA DO, DON’T BE MISTAKEN
YOU DON’T DO ENOUGH THAT’S THE PROBLEM YOU BASIC
I JUST WENT TO LONGHORN, AND GOT ME THAT BACON
AND SKIRT STEAK SOUP
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT THEY DO
I DON’T GOT A PROBLEM WITH THEM, THEY, YOU
FUCK AM I TALKIN BOUT


BITCH I’M FUCKED UP
SHOULDA NEVER LEMME HAVE THAT BOTTLE
BITCH I’M FUCKED UP
PUPILS DILATED LOOKIN AWFUL
BITCH I’M FUCKED UP
CAN SOMEBODY GIMME CUPPA WATER
BITCH I’M FUCKED UP

i'm fuuuuucked up

Tell'em. With Eubank$

Knife To A Gun Fight

A diss-track to NoiseWright, Arc, and those on their side.

Lyrics:

[Verse]

I’ve felt a quiet storm brewing for a while now,
So vocal in their threats but they silent now,
Pipe down, tell that brudda put the pipe down,
You gotta be on crack if you’re thinking bout flying out,
Shit, must be out your mind,
Well that’s what drugs do when you abuse em most the time,
Fried, and nothing in these lines are a lie,
Feds will find a thirty something dead junkie,
At the scene of a crime,
With his neck broke backwards off his spine,
Hand to hand, even with the guns or a knife,
All these instruments are native when the boys in a fight,
Pedo’s talking in his ear, guess his noise isn’t right,
Wonder if little girls or little boys are his type,
Does he like them bitches loose,
Or does he like them bitches tight?
Does he like em as submissive,
Or with a little bit of fight?
What’s the facts? Drop an N word when on the attack,
Just because he’s a white Russian, 
Underneath, he ain’t black,
Just because you dick sucking,
He ain’t gon’ love you back,
Your a little out his age range for loving like that,
He’s talking threats on the cord,
So I’ll snuff him on wax,
I’ll put the whole Mobb six feet Deep, 
If you’re a friend to the Russian,
Then you’ll always be an enemy to me,
Noise be a fat cow, got y’all sucking on the teets,
I’m a vet, seasoned, hit em with a knife,
That’s the recipe for beef, uh,
This Russian think he the remedy for the streets,
Kendrick of the Soviet land when on the beat,
But recycled one cadence every line that he speak,
I wonder where he got it from? Oh yeah it was me,
In my DMs, begging for advice on the pen,
Always backing him throughout, you could call me a friend,
Till I saw some dirty habits re-appear like a trend,
I had to cut a pussy off before he tried it again,
Now I learn manipulator out here lying again,
I guess when you be on your ones,
You’d be dying for friends,
But a junkie in your corner, that’s as bad as it gets,
For another little bump, he’d sell his body for sex,
Arc sold his reputation for the horniest texts,
There was a time where I’d help him through the thoughts of the stress,
Nowadays, if he died, I won’t be mourning his death,
I’d prolly be the fucking reason he aborted himself,
And I’d be glad,
Thinking bout the past that we had,
Wondering how one guy could ever let it get so bad,
But then it hit me like pianos falling outta the sky,
That you ain’t let it get bad, you were bad the whole time,
Lord,
Should’ve seen it coming from a mile,
You were moving in these ways for a while,
Now you got your own crew dismissing your ways,
All a piece of the same pie, guess this shit Pizzagate,
Like bow

[Hook]

Uh uh,
Shots to the whole crew, fucking with kids,
Sending shots at the whole crew, fucking with kids,
Brudda, you be like 22? Why you fucking with kids?
Bullets be flying through when you fucking with kids,

Why y’all fucking with kids,
Sending shots to the whole crew, fucking with kids,
I’ll snuff these bitches lights out, shits a solar eclipse,
x2

pizzagate

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Knife To A Gun Fight

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