prod me

Music Video: https://youtu.be/MpDWOkZq5jg
Prod. 8strings

Lyrics:

I volunteered for the tension
I’m already sick, get the pension
I need to retire from this life shit
My body’s a temple, need to repent
Taking all these signs, I been in-debt
Never pay it back, but I’m all set

How much more do I need this
High in sycamore, I’m Zacchaeus
Call me out the trees, need forgiveness
Get up, pass out, I’m anemic

Hang myself, will we be even?
Born just to fail, do I believe him?
How the hell, do I succeed then?
Where’s my soul do you need it?

Did we mess it up? evicted eden
Draw some blood, am I clean again?
Constantly ashamed, am I at fault?
Can you show me grace? Aren’t we all salt

I don’t want to be the one want to be the one
Left alone with no-one in his home, no-one in his home
Paradise, with all the ones to spite, all the ones despise
Lost sight, I’m only human, is this cruel then

Tension [prod. 8strings]

i dont want to be famous. (eightstringss)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics:

yuh, he tryna slide wit no mask on 
them niggas never outside when i’m out there, but they get mad when i take my ass back home 
somebody tell these lil niggas to back the fuck up cus they gon be the ones dat i blast on 
556 inna back of the truck tryna aim for a head dat my brother put cash on 

you niggas not hot 
run in his crib get his pops shot 
i was gon spin but the cops out 
nigga won’t drop dot 
i’m on her tongue like a pop rock
im tryna shoot fuck a shot clock 
boy what you lookin at
i make a band ima triple dat 
boy you a bitch gotta live wit dat
you tryna spin where yo pistol at 
you gotta chill with that 
i up chop and im rippin dat

shot clock (8strings)

*lyrics* [PROD. CODY]
In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

If I decide to be father, I hope my kids don’t share my hurt
Cuz I’ve inherited my parents’ I know that makes me worse
And I could preach in every song and pray to god that it works
But even Jesus Christ himself couldn’t reach niggas with a verse
And I’ve been more than pissed off spent my teen years kickin dirt
When I try to clean the act & spread contamination
And end up cleaning the same spots without the stain vacant
Fighting heavyweight problems without the proper training
Could never see eye to eye if I wanted too
And can’t get comfort in a spot I always gotta move
Once you start dancing with the devil up your choreography 
Cuz he be stepping on your toes and fuck your rhythm no apologies 
Life’s a shitty party but you gotta own the dance floor
You gotta push the limits, see how long you can dance for
Once it’s over you can’t two-step around the conversation 
Was it worth it? Was there any purpose in my making?

Once it’s over you can’t two-step around the conversation 
Was it worth it? Was there any purpose in my making?
Was it worth it? Was there any purpose in my making?
Was it worth it? Was there any purpose in my making?

In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

How many hashtags you gon use to hide your bigotry
Use Jimmi Hendrix as your token that don’t sit with me
So many young brothers dying, you abusing antihistamines
We don’t ever learn no lessons we just stuck reliving history
God damn, you tryna live up to an image of a picture you ain’t take
That party life will be your dream until we organize your wake
I was at my grandfathers, right before eleventh grade
Tumor collapsed his lung now he missing birthdays 
I turned 16, 17 and legal I don’t wanna celebrate 
I’m just another nigga now, when lady death wanna date?
Can’t have no girlfriend for that reason only
Cuz ima be gone when they start to hold closely 
And blackballed by the niggas that I thought were homies
Niggas cliqued up and ain’t think to phone me
Ima say how I feel don’t dehumanize me 
I’m reluctant to do features for those that denied me
That fed my isolation and my independence 
And know it ain’t the truth if you ain’t heard I said it
If it ain’t about the music then I gotta dead it
I could be the influence, still they never give me credit 

In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

Good lord, good lord, good lord, good lord please have mercy on me
Good lord, good lord, good lord, good lord please have mercy on me

I understand well it don’t matter til yours 
Niggas love a Robin Hood til they no longer with the poor
Niggas got up off of favors actin like a self made man
Noticing a lack of evidence for a lot of claims man
And I get it nigga, fuck the art you wanna make hands
But I don’t make your cooney tunes and I don’t shake hands
I’ll never fold for clout Nigga I am not a fan
Like doctor doom just want the world under my command 

In between “I’m a god” and hate everything I’m doing
I’m supposed to build an empire but playing with the ruins
Notice that my hope gone and my empathy been truant
And I’ll always speak my truth knowing nobody else is fluent

LEV SPOTIFY

Black Deadpool

*lyrics* [Prod. CPO3]
My words are like bullets and my mouth got a switch
There's no going back once I start to empty my clip
Once these shots are fired ain't no takebacks when you're gettin hit
Why I wear a vest knowing you only aim for heads?
When I go to scope shit out I'm caught in your crosshairs
And you won't stop firing til my characters dead
Striking when you reload cuz I'm knowing you don't fight fair
Yet I fire rubber bullets while you using hollow tips
Even if you shot a blank that shot wouldn't fuckin miss
Willing to use heavily artillery on your own kid
Dysfunctions all we know when with the fam that's how it goes
When the bloodline ceases ima make sure that the casket closed

Stopped questioning the names written on this gun
Stopped questioning where the drive to shoot comes
Standoffish barrels pointed at everyone
Standoffish barrels pointed at everyone

I'm living by the gun I don't gotta say it
Ain't no point in shooting I'm poppin til it'd vacant
Under enough pressure you don't gotta weigh in
Not like you hold yourself to anything I'm saying

Been saving bullets for niggas and then my gun jam
Whole body a tremor and earthquake in my hand
Fault lines will shift and then I'll crumble where I stand
Shook an understatement when you fire bullets careless where they land
You don't even need the gun you push the shell in with your hands
And look at me ashamed if I bring weapons to the fam
And when I feel the urge to fire back I just let you ride
Cause eventually you not gon be able to do the drive
No sense of direction yet you feel your fit to guide
Either Jesus take the wheel or I get the keys this time
Ain't even got a car but my pride in the ignition
Can't picture myself rolling cuz I know the wheels missing

Stopped questioning the names written on this gun
Stopped questioning where the drive to shoot comes
Standoffish barrels pointed at everyone
Standoffish barrels pointed at everyone

I'm living by the gun I don't gotta say it
Ain't no point in shooting I'm poppin til it'd vacant
Under enough pressure you don't gotta weigh in
Not like you hold yourself to anything I'm saying

Here I am currently practicing my aim
Preparing my targets yet niggas catching strays
Confused on who's the target everyone's the same
And now I'm bleeding out cuz my shots ricochet
Should I put the gun down cuz I'm abusin power?
Pride sayin die a killer don't wan live a coward
The gun staring at me then I got a clue
Maybe I should ask the gun if it wants to be used
It said put me to your ear I got something to tell you

Stopped questioning the names written on this gun
Stopped questioning where the drive to shoot comes
Standoffish barrels pointed at everyone
Standoffish barrels pointed at everyone

I'm living by the gun I don't gotta say it
Ain't no point in shooting I'm poppin til it'd vacant
Under enough pressure you don't gotta weigh in
Not like you hold yourself to anything I'm saying

Concealed Carry

*lyrics* [Prod. InfiniteCris]
Born with shackles, they studded so the crackers cackle
Born with shackles, build us up to be dismantled
Born with shackles, let us free to fight your battles
Born with shackles, smiling to my attackers

Born with shackles, they studded so the crackers cackle
Born with shackles, build us up to be dismantled
Born with shackles, let us free to fight your battles
Born with shackles, smiling to my attackers

Everyday got a new act to the minstrel show
And every day I'm not surprised to see how long it goes
Niggas laughing but it really shouldn't be a joke
Killing the young brothers' brain cells, here we go
Trying to keep the niggas stupid next to being broke
Wonder why I'm left hanging living by the rope
Everything is transactional
Tell me what you want so I can get back on sabbatical
Hands in your pocket nigga we can keep it casual
I think it's best if you don't say anything at all
Building empires acting like they never fall
When niggas cut you down, how could you stand tall

Born with shackles, they studded so the crackers cackle
Born with shackles, build us up to be dismantled
Born with shackles, let us free to fight your battles
Born with shackles, smiling to my attackers

Born with shackles, they studded so the crackers cackle
Born with shackles, build us up to be dismantled
Born with shackles, let us free to fight your battles
Born with shackles, smiling to my attackers

Let me make this music until my number called
Step in the right direction suddenly your legs gone
You get some land and niggas wanna start to burn your lawn
I guess it's best to be a kingpin then a pawn
Don't grin at life too long it'll knock your teeth out
Before you're 18, better choose to leave now
I don't feel free ain't no new release out
Do ya feel me? Hoping that a nigga can be seen now

Born with shackles, they studded so the crackers cackle
Born with shackles, build us up to be dismantled
Born with shackles, let us free to fight your battles
Born with shackles, smiling to my attackers

Born with shackles, they studded so the crackers cackle
Born with shackles, build us up to be dismantled
Born with shackles, let us free to fight your battles
Born with shackles, smiling to my attackers

Used to feel a way, friends never supported
I ain't have what they want so I'm unimportant
Can't be jealous of nobody when we all extorted
On this auction block with niggas some got studded shackled
Some niggas treat it like a trophy some are envious
Niggas carry all this pride, fighting the wrong battles
Talking gods biggest mistake, giving us sentience
Niggas die, you cry but you know it ain't relevant
It's not your kind, so why push for their betterment?
Not like you care enough to analyze my sentiments
Just have your fun, fucking up none
You can blame the music for your daughter or your son

Studded shackles looking like the crackers won
Studded shackles looking like the crackers won
Studded shackles looking like the crackers won
Studded shackles looking like the crackers won

Best crab in the bucket, what I'm 'pose to be?
Best crab in the bucket, what I'm 'pose to be?
Best crab in the bucket, what I'm 'pose to be?
Best crab in the bucket, what I'm 'pose to be?

Best crab in the bucket, what I'm 'pose to be?
Best crab in the bucket, what I'm 'pose to be?
Best crab in the bucket, what I'm 'pose to be?
Best crab in the bucket, what I'm 'pose to be?

Secord Born Slave

*lyrics* (prod. aftced)
Cry us a river sail on a boat made of your backbone
Captain of the ship sleep with the fishes overthrown
Dreaming of swimming outside of murky water 
And I’m drowning yet somehow there’s air at the bottom
And this pressure on me to swim back up so why bother?
They know he ain’t give up signs of life present but can’t spot him
Biggest fear is seeing leftover bones that the sharks brought em
They don’t realize he’s being digested from the inside 
Slowly the sharks eatin up his thoughts but leave the memories that he no longer wants 
He used to swim with em, he’s blacklisted from the shiver now
Bet he’s feelin stupid for jumpin in that ocean, it’s even bigger now
Big fish should’ve stayed in school & learn to swim better 
How? Nobody in the right mind dare help a Nigger out

You been saying that we’re in the same boat
So everyone drowns if I’m sinking 
Then your words start to give me hope 
But your actions don’t disprove my thinking
And I lost my homie couldn’t cope
And all your suggestions are demeaning

Put myself in a cape, know I couldn’t save Ike
Grab at anything for closure to scared to grip a mic
Scared to spit a line, did I write lyrics or a script
Teen years were a decline then AJ died & stripped 
Me of any experience young niggas usually get
Spent 3/4 of high school grieving 
Bit into eris apple while I’m teething
The walls turn to a coffin he not breathing

No I cannot be protective need that armor for myself
No I cannot show affection they’ll walk out on me too
Yes I purposefully isolate so my friends are no help
They be running off anyway not like they’re of any use
I’m calling you my best friend but I realize you don’t respect what I do
You laughing and joking, I’m just SoundCloud nigga?
That’s all I am to you?
Tell a nigga how you really feel, keeping me up as a token is that my appeal?
Valuable for my emotional support but mine not real
No matter the path I feel blocked in
Fuck seeing a shrink I’m not big on talkin
Going stir crazy staring at the walls
Every road a dead end why drive at all?

What’s stopping me from crashing?
What’s stopping me from crashing?

You been saying that we’re in the same boat
So everyone drowns if I’m sinking 
Then your words start to give me hope 
But your actions don’t disprove my thinking
And I lost my homie couldn’t cope
And all your suggestions are demeaning

I lost my faith that people know what’s wrong & right
Stay in the dark if they don’t like who holds the light
Maybe the villains meant to win the heroes never died
Just trade places, keep the color to disguise
If Jesus couldn’t save niggas with a verse 
Then I can’t be discouraged when mine aren’t heard
Building off eachother with no foundation so I can’t be surprised when we crash & burn
The more I believe the more it hurts
Shouldn’t even dedicate this shit a verse
So much greed in the world, I don’t eat right
Living nightmare everyday I don’t sleep right
Ask how I’m doing, nigga what the fuck it seem like?
Seein premature death but I’ll be fine

Traumastar

*lyrics* [PROD. CPO3]
Hypochondriac, I think I’m feeling sickly 
Neglecting my health think the reaper out to get me
Life already grimey now I’m treading through the gutter
Anticipate new wounds don’t expect to be recovered 
Wanna talk healing, first you gotta get through it
Hard to get it clean when you bathe in the sewage 
Seen niggas drown in their sorrows and it make it hard to swim
And I try to tread the water I sink when I dive in 

Tryna ignore the phone I hear death calling  
Tryna ignore the phone I hear death calling  
Tryna ignore the phone I hear death calling  
Tryna ignore the phone I hear death calling  

I’ll probably die that’s what you do when you’re 17
I’m a walking miracle if speaking statistically 
I only find promise when I view things pessimistically 
Life’s a mystery and once you stop your screaming niggas listening
Places in need of work not hiring if I’m what they see
Raised priced on their products hope their kind will leave
Walkin ‘round the galleria heart drop when I see police
New day, new age, new Reagan administration 
Fentanyl the new crack, bodies stacked cross the nation 
My whole life will be dodging death like Alex browning 
No gate keepers young brothers products of their surroundings 
And then their lifestyle marketed to keep dollars counting
And niggas don’t wanna do shit about it, so astounding 
What’s my life worth? I say a couple mil?
Money to replace the days I’ll miss family meals
What’s my life worth? Shit, a couple commas?
Then place one for everyday I can’t hug my momma
Cause what I deem to be life and death is your daily shot of drama
They don’t care about my story they just exploiting my trauma 

Anything for the view right?

Tryna ignore the phone I hear death calling  
Tryna ignore the phone I hear death calling  
Tryna ignore the phone I hear death calling  
Tryna ignore the phone I hear death calling 

 I know I wouldn’t be here if my number was called. 
Cause I’ve been the one dialing death after all
The phone ringing, no answer, no greeting
Shits been gettin bad need to move up our meeting
I know the world don’t stop spinning, so there won’t be much grieving
And niggas can’t be surprised I’ve announced that I’m leaving 
My friends have been their own lives
they’ll have seen so many things before you cast them blind

Final Dial

*lyrics* [Prod. CPO3]
What’s worse?
Feeling nothing or feeling lost?
What’s worse?
Paying the price or feeling the cost?
When on the move I’m hittin the same walls 

What’s worse?
Feeling nothing or feeling lost?
What’s worse?
Paying the price or feeling the cost?
When on the move I’m hittin the same walls 

You could take a smile from me, you could make a flower ugly
If its not what you wanna hear then my words mean nothing
I don’t know nothing positive, just take me out the populous
Can’t tell the world bout how I feel cuz it responds by talkin shit
Uncle Sam’s got a noose on me, wish that he would tighten it
I’m tired of waking up and acting like I’m liking it
I just want you to know that I’m a person too 
But you’re caught up in the rhythms so ignore all my blues

Everyday I learn my life is meaningless
Define us by the skin they really teasing us 
It doesn’t matter if the police kill me or I kill myself
Cuz ain’t nobody care bout how a black men felt 

I’m not good with people, I no longer have patience
But I want good for people, and can’t allow no complacence
This not for your approval this because I made a promise
When I turned 18, I swore to never be dishonest
Everything I do will be in Pernell’s name, Ike
I couldn’t save his maybe I’ll save other lives
Just tryna spare some pain and trauma from a kid like me
But I feel reaching that dream has become unlikely
The day I have somebody say that I’m their inspiration
Is the day I cry with bloody hands I meet my expectations 
Still won’t be enough for my karma fixation 

Everyday I learn my life is meaningless
Define us by the skin they really teasing us 
It doesn’t matter if the police kill me or I kill myself
Cuz ain’t nobody care bout how a black men felt 

You burnt down my peace and formed the ashes to a heart 
Aware I barely sleep so you took my bed apart
Cost me an arm and leg, more baggage in the cart
And everyday you say my name, I feel dehumanized
I’ve seen so many faces not a caring soul behind
Wanted real people behind me not some knives in my back
I let so many people rest to keep they dreams intact
Seems they got the last laugh I never got the joke
Now I know the punchline, I carried too much hope
Knocked out by reality, words stuck in my throat 
I’m not your friend or favorite artist just a nigga now
Since we look alike, I know another comes around
Once I was weak and craved all the validation
But nobody cares for niggas in this nation
I went insane tryna keep my faith I mattered 
But I’m a crab on another crabs platter

LEV SPOTIFY!

Erik Magnus

*lyrics* [PROD. CPO3]
Two sides to the coin, it never lands on its side
They gon make me pick like it benefit my life 
I’ll never see the shore to deep in the side 
I’ll never see the shore we can let the waves decide
Can’t be sad that I’m used knowing that I live to provide 
Some crack under the abuse, I wear the bruises with pride
Don’t be a messenger if it ain’t good news
Niggas love a perspective unless it ain’t a good view
Know it’s hard to walk a mile in some unfilled shoes
They don’t wanna face the music niggas only wanna dance
If it’s hard to keep your balance maybe you should fix the stance
If I’m the means to your ends let me know in advance
You ain’t even gotta act just take your needs and pass

Cuz I hate being needed 
I hate being needed 
Hate being needed
You could sell a dream, but I probably won’t believe it 

Cuz I hate being needed 
I hate being needed 
Hate being needed
You could sell a dream, but I-

How many times you try til you hit insanity?
How many times is you gon fight til you a casualty?
Balls in your court and you keep missing, your not practicing 
Hate being smart cuz the knowledge can be damaging
Crabs in a bucket, I get pulled in tryna lend a hand
I loose limbs tryna pay somebody karma bill
Wanted to give new life knowing that nobody can 
I’ll pay the tab and shake some hands knowing I’m broke still
Scary thought, what if the mountain is the molehill?
And if you stood on just your pride would you hold still?
It ain’t winter last December got me cold still
It’s my life but not a lot done by my own will
I got old then forgot how I home feel
Watching sitcoms, television where the love real
Looking for something unconditional is fictional
Type of shit that make a nigga turn spiritual 
 
Cuz I hate being needed 
I hate being needed 
Hate being needed
You could sell a dream, but I probably won’t believe it 

Cuz I hate being needed 
I hate being needed 
Hate being needed
You could sell a dream, but I-

Neck in a noose 
Don’t wanna hang but I do I was dancing around the convo til I forgot how to move

Hate Being Needed

*lyrics* [PROD. CPO3]
I’ve mistaken generosity as being a victim of robbery
I’m worthy of your love but not worthy of an apology 
If it hurts me just enough you’ll target any part of me
I’ll never see how far I’ve come cuz I’ll never stop running 
Don’t know how’s predator or prey so I’ll never stop hunting
I’ll never see other perspectives if we’re all blinded 
And I can’t lead nobody on if we’re all misguided 
And I’m aware there is no you & I, I’ve been reminded 
I’m the life of the party once I can’t be invited 
It takes two tango but I’m not dancing willingly
Could you humor me but showing me humility?
When the joke stops being funny and you try to tell it differently
The laughing turns to saddening, im no longer the punchline 
My faith has been misplaced and you haven’t shown me otherwise 
You wanna act heaven sent then dehumanize me
When I’ve shown you more humanity than you’ve ever seen

I picked the worst self harm you could ever know
Learning to love toxic people cuz it feel like home
This ain’t the bed I made, I lay in it comatose
Niggas strip you of your vision, you can’t see the hope 

I picked the worst self harm you could ever know
Learning to love toxic people cuz it feel like home
This ain’t the bed I made, I lay in it comatose
Niggas strip you of your vision, you can’t see the hope 

Told to use your words, you speak to leave bruises 
Rolling with the punches, growing up to be reclusive 
Used to hitting walls, biggest fear to be included 
Born with a detonator and I’m not afraid to use it
Born to bomb first, informed my love hurts 
Balance out the hate & humane what comes first 
Keep a distance I detach, get too close and I destroy
But my absence works best for my loved ones joy

I picked the worst self harm you could ever know
Learning to love toxic people cuz it feel like home
This ain’t the bed I made, I lay in it comatose
Niggas strip you of your vision, you can’t see the hope 

I picked the worst self harm you could ever know
Learning to love toxic people cuz it feel like home
This ain’t the bed I made, I lay in it comatose
Niggas strip you of your vision, you can’t see the hope 

I don’t care bout how they treat me
Don’t care bout how they beat me
A broken down body ain’t the pain of them leaving
Niggas potential thieving, tryna kill my spirit then act surprise when they grieving 
I hate to being the hand to be bitten when they teething 
I deserve it all, the chance to see love in this life
I deserve it all, to watch my back move past the knives
But even then I stall, these blades of mine don’t server toxic ties
They’ve started to rust, tryna move from what I know yet the chains don’t budge
It’s to a point where I’m around the toxin or toxic 
Switching back and forth between the devils son & godsend 
Let my music speak for me that’s where I’m too honest
I wasted my compassion on those unworthy
Now I lack empathy for those who haven’t hurt me
Another barrier for memories I block out 
Moving like a curse carrier, I’m on lock down

I picked the worst self harm you could ever know
Learning to love toxic people cuz it feel like home
This ain’t the bed I made, I lay in it comatose
Niggas strip you of your vision, you can’t see the hope 

I picked the worst self harm you could ever know
Learning to love toxic people cuz it feel like home
This ain’t the bed I made, I lay in it comatose
Niggas strip you of your vision, you can’t see the hope

Self-Harm

Intro to "brandnamebipolar". See you then! (prod. aftced)
*lyrics*
No Find
No Find
No Find
No Find

I have a hard time
When it comes to loss
Everything I want 
Is gone 
And I sugarcoat my pain with these melodies
I know ain’t a thing sweet buts it’s helping me
 
No Find
No Find
No Find
No Find

I’m having a hard time wanting to live
I just sacrifice
So I can survive
But there’s no acknowledgment of what I give
It doesn’t matter what’s lost if it’s not yours
I used to keep you in my thoughts well not anymore

No Find
No Find
No Find
No Find

Everything I love
Gets snatched
First they break it then they wanna give it back
All the false hope that I had
I’m not dreaming big like I have
Think that I’ve inherited her pain

What did I expect?
Born to dysfunction that’s the example set
Can’t chop it up if you don’t get my dialect
Morally bankrupt people turn that shit to my debt
They don’t fuck with me but they want my likeness

No Find
No Find
No Find
No Find

Keep yourself grounded
Sometimes wanna fly away
Don’t wanna be around this
Sometimes I have being bray
I don’t have the empathy for you
Ain’t nobody comfort me when I lose
Sick of living in a country where I’m questioned
All because I’m darker in complexion
I deserve everything but your affection?
Can’t enjoy shit I’m always stressing

No Find
No Find
No Find
No Find

Meaning no more hope
No more peace
When I go
Will I be at peace?
Have I lost my soul?
Or can I be redeemed?
Tell me.

No Find
No Find
No Find
No Find

Fight for control so long you realize 
That there’s nothing 
Fight for control so long you realize 
That’s there’s nothing 

I woke up, stared at the window
Word to god, I’m bringing my sins home 
Should probably text somebody back tell em im leaving 
I’m out in broad day, I ain’t creeping 
What’s there to hide? You know what I’m thinking

No Find
No Find
No Find
No Find

No Find (Bonus)

Fire walk with me is a song just expressing the feeling of pushing through and they gon have to walk with me to see

Fire Walk With Me prod.logxntoocold

@astrmani @eightstringss @concealurself

lyrics:

i slide thru the city i’m swinging da drac
niggas broke as the fuck u ain’t counting no pape
i ain’t saving no hoes, i ain’t wearing a cape
purple all in my cup, i ain’t sipping on grape
i can’t have these lil hoes in my circle, they fake 
i wake up in da lab im like “what ima make” 
gotta carry the stick when i ride thru the state
tryna tell em to slide but dat nigga gon flake 

said he spinning on who? not me 
niggas said he like dat, okay i’ll see 
nigga u is not gang no u not my g 
gen 5, make em go blind by my beam
racks coming in, niggas can’t relate to it
heard shawty tryna slide thru, put a date to it
nigga tryna duck in that v, shoot a k through it
call my slimes yea my lil niggas stay shooting 

i tell em to shoot n they not finna stop
innat srt whippin, give fuck bout a cop
bitch i’m inna black truck tryna spin thru that lot
why lil shawty keep playing, like why am i blocked
tell that boy if he play wit da fam he get shot
dis a g23 on my hip, make it pop
put a 762 thru yo whip, make it stop
im wit saints lil nigga u know how i rock

flake (8strings & akrzn)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics: 

evil as shit ain’t no comp to it 
nigga talkin bout sliding, den hop to it 
i pull up to yo crib sending shots thru it 
niggas gotta lay low cus the cops moving 
why you toting dat blick u is not shooting 
bitch i been off da wock, make me talk stupid
up da chop in his trap make em stop moving 
nigga think he can fight better not do it

i got straps bitch, ruby beam and the magazine maxed bitch 
bitch i’m rockin way more than yo plaques bitch 
niggas gettin backdoored by a catfish 
got a whole lotta cash inna mattress 
put a blade onna chop make it stab bitch 
tryna slaughter yo gang since you savage 
tryna puff out yo chest like a flat bitch 

i heard a few niggas died on yo side, damn dat shit prolly terrible 
brand new p80 parts ima build it, bet if it break it’s repairable 
niggas in messages thinking they bout it, whole time im not even scared of em
niggas would spot em a opp out in public, he wouldn’t do shit but jus stare at em 

niggas hoes, niggas bitches 
niggas tote, glocks wit switches 
niggas broke, got no figures 
niggas throwed, off my hinges

unholy n evil (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @prodvelourium

lyrics:

yuh, like wassup wit em
i’m outside tryna get up wit em
i heard da 556 got stuck in em
das his fault cus he ain’t have it tucked wit em
they ain’t get back they don’t know who the fuck did it
we took yo gen fuck boi better come get it 
these niggas cap for a story then run wit it
nigga, i’m tryna see wassup wit it 

wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
i’m still tryna see wassup wit it

these niggas love talkin shit til i pop out wit a AR 
uav, catch em onna radar
we finna walk down, he don’t stay far  
i’m tryna swipe these niggas gens cus they think they can take ours 
got a white plug lookin like okaymar 
dat boy a bum shopping at kmart 

pop out wit a mac 10
white chalk, like “what happened”
think it’s funny, why u laughing 
bet the choppa start clapping 
spin in dat srt i ain’t crashing jt
niggas not comp, these niggas not passing it 
send a shot at da whip but he not even scratching it
said he slid to my crib but he not even passionate

wassup wit it 2 (velourium & 8strings)

JAY3R™
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