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Sunset Strip (feat. Fiji Killah) prod. flockaboi

Prod. Samashi

trapped in a daze i ain’t spoke in some days tryna think of a way to ascend from this place

to many lames infiltrated the game just want clout and some chains get the fuck out my face

all yo shit wack and you should be ashamed wanna act like a bitch you get treated the same

pull up to the scene then i leave no remains let the blood stain my blade only way i feel sane

they wanna know why i keep such a distance cause they switch positions when they see you glisten

been on my shit since before they would listen now they pay attention to me it’s no different

look in my eyes i show you the difference feel nothing inside cut you down in a instance then instant transmit to the top where sittin then spark up a blunt just to hide my position

rappers fakin and i cannot relate we ain’t in the same book let alone a damn page

they been wishing so long just to see me in pain know they want me fall but i can’t go in vein

see me movin solo till i lay in my grave they around when it’s dry disappear in the rain

all these people watching and i’m glad i can say, used to tell em i rap they would laugh in my face


now they hear me rappin ain’t can’t help but give praise but i’ll never forget how they switched what a shame all the lies i was told made me cold i won’t change amaterasu my soul you can’t put out that flame drippin ice like i’m haku yo bitch wanna date but i’m not interested like i’m killua skate to a place they can’t find hidden deep in the rain let it wash all this blood off my clothes and my blade

im the one that these locals wish that they could be when i step in the booth boy it’s something to see i ain’t wulf but i’ll leave yo ass froze in the sea just for approaching me you die now you to weak crystals surronding my aura on fleek i pull up myself no i don’t need no fleet
my foot on they neck till im forever sleep hoe it’s kuro the god angels fall when i speak

Wulf Flow Prod. Samashi

$aga of the Night$talker

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Photo Taken By - r0ttenphotos
Photo Editted By - BM11
Produced By - BM11

BERNIEMACELEVEN - SIN IS IN MY SOUL (feat. TITO PARASITE & JATAN MAYCRY) (PROD. BM11)

MIXED/MASTERED BY DJ PISTOLMANE 
JEUSMANE X SKI MASK THA SOULJAH

LYRICS:
YO
WHEN I WALK
IM UNLOCKED
THA GROUND BENEATH MY FEET
BREAKS WIT A STOMP
THEN TIME STOPS
CLOCK UP, BITCH YOU A WORM, ROT

HALF LUNATIC SOAKIN IN THA LUNAR BLISS
ITS THA GRIM REAPER WHEN ADMIDST  
THA LOST, YOU A LOSS
ITS THA MOBB, YOULL BE GONE

TOMB STALKAS
BITCH WE’LL HAUNT YA 
CREEPIN OUT THA MUDDY WATERS
IMA WARRIOR 
BITCH I WARNED YA
I BE CHOMPIN AT YO BONES, STRAIGHT SLAUGHTA
M O DOUBLE B, WE GETTING LARGA
  
KLENDATHU STOMPA, ALL THESE BUGS GETTIN TURNED INTO WATER
UNDER MY BOOT, THEY’LL BE YONDA 
IM BEYOND YA
STRAIGHT SICK, MOMENTARILY IM YACKIN BITS
OF YO BLOOD, GUTS, & CARTILAGE 

I REMEMBER THA TASTE IT WAS O POSITIVE x2

THA NUMBA ONE OPERATIVE 
AINT NO BONDS, BURN THA BRIDGE
MY ONLY FRIENDS ARE JACK & JAMESON 
FUCKYALL YO END IS IMMINENT	
LIMITLESS
WIRED OFF ADRENALINE
WORRIED BOUT THA TIME 
ILL NEVER SPEND 

DRIFT WIT THA RIVER
INNER PILLAR 
GETTING DROWNED BY THA LIQUOR
SICKER BITCH  
SLICE A SLIVER WIT THA SCYTHE 
HIT YA WIT THA RUSTY EDGES OF A KNIFE
I ROAM THA ABYSS
WIT MY CLIQUE
SUCKA IM IN THIS WIT MY KIN
PUT YOU IN A FUCKIN BIN

YUNG GEMINI 
ONE PERSON BUT GOT THA MIND OF TWINZ 
A SWIFT RIGHT TO THA CHIN WIT A GRIN 
YOU RIPPIN LIKE THA TENDONS IN YO SHIN
WATCHIN ALL DEEZ BUSTAS CRUMBLE LIKE SOME RITZ 
BACK THA FUCK UP 
BEFORE YOU GET STRIKED LIKE SOME BOWLING PINS 
FUCK UP OUT MY BIZZ
BITCH IM REVVIN TO THA REVENUE 
ALL I SEE IS CHEDDA IN MY VIEW 
FINNA SPARK A FEW THEN I FILL THA ROOM
BLACK SMOKE WHEN I MOVE 
LIGHT BENDS WHEN I SEND
YOU ACROSS THA EDGE 
OF THA UNIVERSE 
YOULL GET BURNED 
THA GRIM FIGURE
BITCH I DRANK THA ELIXIR 
EVERLASTIN LIFE
I SEEN ABOUT HUNDRED THOUSAND WINTERS

YO I DERIVE FROM THA WEST
I ARRIVE WIT NOTHIN LESS
BLACK CLOAK SCYTHE BY MY SIDE 
I TRAVEL WIT THA NIGHT
SAI ALL MY CREATURES COME TO LIGHT

SAVIR SITUATIONS
LEVITATIN
YOU CANT SEE US
KICKIN DUST 
THEM SUM EYEPROBLEMS SON
AT THE MOMENT IM UNFOCUSED 
SEE THA CONSTELLATIONS 
PENETRATIN
IT’S A PANTHA IN THA SKY
WE GO TO HELL AND STAB THA DEVIL IN THA EYE
THAT’S A TRIPLE SIX THREAT
SKI MASK THA SOULJAH COMIN FOR YA NECK 

BITCH IT’S A FUCKIN MESS
THIS WHOLE ROOM HASN’T BEEN KEPT 
THERES SEVERED LIMBS IN MY WEAPONS CHEST
BLOOD COMIN OUT THA FAUCET 
THERES A GHOST RIPPIN OFF ITS FACE IN THA FUCKIN CLOSET 
IM APPALLED, SUCKAS DON’T WANNA TEST 
I FILET FLESH, LIKE SOME FISH 
YOU A BITCH, YOU WILL ROT AWAY
ON THE DOCKS LET YA GILLS BURN THA SAME
GRIMM MANE YUH GRIMM FUCKIN MANE

SINGLE

RUSSIAN ROULETTE STAMINA (Produced by DJ PISTOLMANE)

Mirror Mirror (prod. Chris Ray)

You Should Know (prod. DJ Doja) **Bonus Club Mix**

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[What I Earned]

TUFF (prod. SONICBOOM)

<3 @depthstrida

[VP]
Bitch your keyboard aint no weapon
if you really were pull up, we could really get to slappin
get to clappin but you cappin
just an op with an obsession
for crying wolf on the internet
and frontin that you trappin

If you boutta bite, best bet I bite back
chiddy-ching ching, paid the fee now pay the tax
swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends
swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends

feelin' like clifford, I'm the big dog buddy
merging in your lane, have your roll cage ready
seeing your hands shakin' while mine stay steady
sparks fly at your crew like we're trading paint heavy

[@depthstrida]
shoot the glock
let em talk
what the fuck?
leeches suck
strida walk
know wassup
your shit flop
me on top ay

now that bitch up on my dick ay
now that bitch want some pics ay
liking my shit click click ay
her booty be thicc thicc
sleeping on your bitch like im a motherfucking maniac
you be looking silly bitch you lacking all your fucking crack

venting palace depthstrida
on foenem you sucking dick
you got a lot of tracks and shit but you dont have success with it


bitch i am so lazy need alot of money in my bank
got alot of people coming at me call me fucking fam
you talking shit you talking shit
you want a feature pay for it
"the trappy stuff im feeling it"

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INDY 500 FT. DEPTH STRIDA

amazing cover by digital sorcery
https://www.instagram.com/digitalsorcery/
produced by SLVGMANE
https://www.instagram.com/slvg420/


(lyrics)
Walking down 
The lanes of memory 
You will see 
What I came to be 
No one can change it 
No one can save me 
No one knows 

Anytime I needed mine 
And no one was there no surprise 
I never bothered anyway 
“Don’t you stay wait you gotta stay “
That’s what my mom would say to pops 
And I just had to stay and watch 
Only you can be the savior of your own prophecy 
See I was told I wasn’t shit that’d I’d grow up to be a trick by own goddamn creator 
Imagine the confusing pain
But you don’t have a say 
None you bitches can convey 
I had no way I can relay but now I do so you just wait 
Don’t fucking talk to me 
I got no time for your shit 
I’ll show you how to leave 
Lemme finish this forbidden story 
momma ain’t psychotic she been through it before me 
she got together with a chauvinistic bastard 
fucked the whores and locked to snow 
He always wondered back tho 
Never knew it till I seen it he would fucking slap her 
Breaking everything around and we’d just fucking stand there 
My mind is fucked up 
No one can save (no one can save me) 
My mind is fucked up 
No one can save me

Devils Eyes (prod. SLVG)

Written and Mixed by Big Roshi
Produced by D i R T

Lyrics:

Bitch dont talk to me
Rather sit here in my silence
Close my eyes so I cant see
Got no ice but im so icey
Lost my feelings with my pride
All their faces I keep seeing
I know I know
I died this time


Screamin
Scream my name
They screamin

Bitch dont talk to me
I got issues with people I hate em
Bitch dont talk to me
I prefer when Im alone why i say
Bitch dont talk to me
I got nothing to contribute
Bitch dont talk to me
Ahh I know Im making it worse n now I

Live inside her fantasies
I Know what they would have with me
Ima demon inside a shell
A carcass if its poetry

Focus up on the death of me
Comin like it was meant for me
All  these lightborn prophets
N angels couldnt uh left from me

My friends die one by one by one

(x2)

Hook 

AY AY AY

Cotard Delusion +D i R T

LYRICS:

niggas out here talkin like they runnin shit
niggas out here switchin over pussy dont even want the bitch
hollowtips get inside his fit bounce around n shit
better bounce around before my niggas find ya house n shit
aye big chops let off big shots got a 50
type to bust a nigga n still take his shoes if they dont fit me
damn 
niggas out here fakin like they witcha
let the flash hit ya face this a glock not a picture
sending shots like a missile
my lil cuz not gone miss you
and lil baby throw ass 
throw it back on my pistol
talking bad we come get you
want a racc aint no issue
took yo life now yo mans want a war we took his too
ask the lil bitch what the fuck she look sad for
she said ever since you got the cash flow you been a asshole
on the xan mad slow
out here buying mad clothes
know you get it back but lately fuckin up yo bag tho
bitch i aint worried bout it
and this aint even yo bag so why you worried bout it
stupid bitch shut ya mouth dont want a word out it
and anything you gotta say i dont care bout it
why? cuz im still doin me hoe
niggas is bitches im beatin bitches like O Cinco
big glock 50 under that the boy faneto
spent a check up on that pussy get him gone like this was peacoat
shots goin all up in his linens like the beatles
everybody gotta die but how he died couldnt be me tho
fuckin wit lil baby cuz i know she like to do dick
claimin that you hit her nigga she dont know who you is
love the way she living i cant tell that bitch to do shit
she might get a new fit
say she want a new whip
fuck she finna stay wit you for and you cant do shit
i get that bread off the scammin trappin n the boostin
fuck ones only throwin up 20s 50s and them blue strips
take racks to the mall spend that bitch up in gucci
skate back or you fall 20 shots from this uzi
spray that get em gone leave a opp nigga oozin

Consignment

JAY-EF

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