All of 𝓙E̸𝓡ë𝓜¥ ₮𝓗û₲’s Flint/Michigan rap songs .

DETROIT/FLINT RAP

Not A Rapper (ft. Jeremy Thug & Zephyr Xan) [p. jowisen]

01 JEREMY THUG - Pimp Cane prod. nollygrave

Bitch I’m From The Darkside But I Ain’t Reppin DSN And Bitch I’m Also Rollin Hard Off Motha Fuckin DXM 
#THECHEDDATAPE

05 M.R.C.H.E.D.D.A. PROD ENRGY

I Just Rolled A Big Blunt And I Put Some Hash Up In It

JEREMY THUG - Robotussin feat. Yung Dieu & Zephyr Xan prod. JR 808

THIS IS HOW WE DO IT IN THE MOTHA FUCKIN 902 HALIFAX SHI BABY DARTMOUTH SHI WOLFVILLE SHI MOFO WE REPRESENTING NS @yungbrae 613 to 902. DON'T SLEEP. beat prod by AyKay

Lyrics:
JEREMY:
if you don’t know the rules
i can show you what to do
this is how we do it in the muh fuckin 902
first things first u gon wanna grab yo self a tool
anything will do you could even use a 762
next thing to do u gon wanna pull up at ya school 
beat the teachers ass and i stole a freshman’s shitty juul 
skrrt off in the whip so fast i think i’m bouta crash im outta gas 
i will never come in last i make first place 
different coloured xans in my hands i pop em 1 by 1
cocaine wit the cash in my stash that shit columbian
no strings attached if i smash than it’s 1 and done
wait wait wait wait…
this that motha fuckin nova scotia rap 
me and nella on the track we puttin 02 on the map
02 but not 2000 little bitch im talkin 9
bitch i done lived in halifax i lived in every side
north side south side west side east i lived in dartmouth too shoutout the 902 shoutout to darkside but i’m still not fuckin wit no dsn 
i’m still rollin hard off the dxm fuck dhs f
i done trapped in spryfield lived in sackville even wolfville too
someday ima own a villa ride round in a coupe 
yeah im still that villain smokin muh fuckin boof
u be lookin sad as shit all the time like you lost a bet
i be lookin hella happy i just sent the pack across tibet
askin if i’m gettin chedda might aswell go ask if waters wet
spicy talkin bitch im talkin spicy
fuckin on a freaky bitch and she said bite me
shorty wanna be my wifey i said it’s unlikely 
i swear to god y’all ain’t been trappin like me
ain’t been rappin like me but y’all pussys cappin likely
i been strapped come fight me
why the fuck y’all mofos always actin like me
bitch i got some jewels up on my neck i got some rocks up on my wrist
motha fuckas sayin im gon lose im tell em it’s gon be the opposite bitch 
ridin wit chops bitch the glock on my hip
tuss in my cup ain’t no wock ima sip
when i wake up in the morning all i think about is chicken strips
you a simpin bozo in the morning u just miss the bitch 
i would luh to keep on goin but it’s nella so let’s flip the switch
NELLA:

902 SHIT TIL THE GRAVE

UP IN NORTH-END MAN I CANT NAVIGATE

PULL UP TO TIM HORTONS THERES LIKE 30 ON THE WAY

DONT GET IT MIXED UP WE OUT THE VALLEY WAY

613 TO 902 CAREFUL OR ILL FIRE AT YOU AINT NO CAPRAP

THIS FACT FACT LET GO OUTSIDE

IF YOU DRIVE AROUND YOU GON SEE LIKE 30 CIVICS 

THIS THE OG CRACKTOWN YEAH WE POSTED UP IN WINDSOR

OAKDENE’S FULL OF FIENDS MAN THEY’VE HAD LIKE 4 STABBINGS 

WHEN I DO MY MONEY DANCE YOU KNOW IM ALWAYS DAPPIN’ UP

MY BROTHERS THEY MY HOMIES  WE GO BACK TO SUCKIN BOOBIES

IN THE CRIB THATS REAL SHIT TALKIN WAY BACK IN THE NURSERY

NOW ITS GETTING INTERESTING, WE POURIN’ UP THE TRISS AGAIN, THE WEATHER’S GETTIN COLD MY FRIEND BUT ITS ONLY JUST NOVEMBER YEAH 

TAKE A NOVA SCOTIA DRIVE YOU MIGHT HONESTLY WANNA CVRY

THE VIEWS THE ROADRAGE CANT STAY FOCUSED WENT AND FLIPPED THE FORD THATS BOGUS

THIS SHIT NEVER GETTIN’ OLD I REALLY NEED A MUSIC HOE

TO SUCK MY DICK WHILE I PRODUCE I NEED A STICK TO KEEP ME FIT

WELCOME TO NS WHERE EVERYBODY’S BROKE 

AND YOU DONT KNOW WHETHER ITS FROM THE POPPERS OR THE COKE 

HE WANNA MAKE A TRACK I MIGHT HIT HIM FUCKIN BACK 

NELLA OBTAINED NEW SAUCE AND HES SERVIN’ OUT THE PACK

IF YOU WANNA MENTION YOU MIGHT HAVE TO LET ME BLOW YOUR BACK

AND IF YOU TALKIN’ SHIT IMA SNAP YOU LIKE A KITKAT

01 902 feat. EES nella prod. AyKay

FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG x СКРИПТОНИТ - ON CORNER (BEAT)

B.O.T.S

machete touchin on U like u got mol3sted by ur Uncle Stew

j :
I’m like Kodak Black, ion do No Flockin’
I might jugg n get the assist, I’m John Stockton
Rip the chain off this muh fucka neck I got my cross off him-
Bitch I might have have to start a union like I’m Joseph Stalin
b :
I jus counted 3 K’s you’s a bitch come take it
I jus counted 3 K’s you might think that I’m racist
The way I murder 808s u might think I’m a bassist
I jus smoked 4 boners that’s a homo statement
j :
I know a muh fucka that tried to fake it yeah he not from Compton
And when I start stalkin on u, that’ll make u stop talkin
Know I got the syrup on me so I guess I’m not walkin
(walkin/wockin)
This- 
This cough syrup on a bagel, not wocky in my soup
Bitches like a buncha chicks they flockin to the coupe
When I seen u and yo bitch, I said get off me u a goof 
When I’m walkin in the streets-
When I’m movin in the streets yk I’m walkin wit my troops
Molly in my aquafina, chocolate laced wit shrooms
Boy yo pills all chalky, dude that pressed em is a goon
Perky wit the xanny I’m on a expressway to the moon
I’m tryna blow up fast hope my success may come this afternoon
The blicky that I got is prolly the best way to the fuckin tomb
b : 
Left him real flat, now we call him toaster studel 
You’s a wap muh fucka if you’s a dog you’d be a poodle
Yo plug selling Cookie Cutter raw, jus try this shit it’s like quadruple
I been really running up the cheques you know I ain’t fuckin frugal
j:
I won’t catch no possession charge even if u catch me with a buncha tools
I won’t get no depression if I keep on drinkin this tussin like it’s food
I’m still gon keep expressing myself on this beat like I sung a tune
Machete touchin on U like u got mol3sted by your Uncle Stew
DXM got my stomach rumblin I’m hungry for that chedda but not food

Fuck it I’m still plottin ways to make money and find success off music
Why the fuck u cockin that glock 8 if u don’t know how to shoot it
And now muh fucka saw fate, fell down leakin spinal fluid
Mr. Niceguy spend it wisely, lost his life, he can’t redo it

I’m the type guy fend for my life until I can’t stand or move at all
Deuce of that fake juice, I mixed that shit wit tylenol
Sold it to a bozo dude who got mad and said I’ll sue your mom
On his gravestone, poured that robo juice like he used to cough
Shit I think I spilled too much, Fuck I ain’t tryna lose no sauce
________________________________________

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#EVILJERKMENTALITY  

#JBA  #EES

#ETERNALJERK2004

UNCLE STEW

Soul4Bag // 2B

IsaiahSavage (feat. akuma x tenshi)

vocals: @user-169539237
mix n prod: @svmsynyster
recorded in San Bernardino

WEIRDO (GNXRLY BXSTXRD) +PROD SVMSYNYSTER

shoutout jasiah

its 2am and i aint sleep yet
coolin wit yo thot, she open up jus like she depressed
overdosing on them chill pills, take a deep breath
try me we gon wipe his nose, someone get the kleenex

baby i just wanna fuck, send me your location
im waiting, she give consent, thats open invitation
Aizawa with that glocky, bullets touch him they erase him
Add him to the collection of cadavers in the basement

Drum mag chop a nigga like sample
Time moves fast, not once is it ample
Niggas aint saying shit, they just ramble
Kind of like what im doing on this record
Grind for the money, working for the cheddar
Your legs dont work, lil bro you're not a stepper
Me and my niggas finna ball together
It's Kai to the Zen, im changing for the better

She give me brain like Uzi, she my header
I see the bread, im running, imma get her
Shawty so lame, you know i had to dead her
Sell out for monetary gain? never!  X.  X x x x x. X. X. X x

☆ iwrotethisat2inthemorning ☆ (kthulu)

My bitch feel dead inside, we fuck, I make her cremate 
Im shooting 37s, Bergeron my teammate
This shit too personal i had to shoot em  point blank 
I’m smoking purp, toking dank, now my shirt stank 
Wa wa 
View my life like a movie I don’t know
I lay in bed I ask myself why my mood low
And the screws in my head come so loose late at night 
Feel removed I’m so dead Pour the weed up in the sprite 
Fake bitch I cannot stand 
left me holding out my hand 
Wearing FTP brand
Smoking on the woodsy land 
Making cash when I  deal 
Smoking ash, tryna heal  
Splitting wigs when I steal
Her booty big, Shaq O’Neill 
Still I lose sleep so I’m popping melotonin
Smoke another wood, another 3 5 I throw in
Still I wake up and cry, why the pain keep growing 
Tried to take pills and die, now the high just flowing
Eyes riding low that’s drive by 
Tennis glows in the night sky 
Why did main bitch lie lie
Cooking up heat, no tie dye 
Connected  bars, WiFi
I’m on the city, plug dry 
Lace the 30, might die, Opps on toppa skylines 
My bitch feel dead inside, we fuck I make her cremate 
Im shooting 37s like Bergeron my teammate
This got too personal i had to shoot em  point blank 
I’m smoking purp, toking dank, now my shirt stank 

Produced by oceanash

Cremate

plaza [prod. akuma x tenshi]

lyrics- 

check it
voided chest 
have a nigga drown
in desperation 
take excuses
nigga shove em
need no explanation 
bitches going 
never loyal 
fuck a reputation 
know you grieving
cause you feel 
a nigga resonating 

had the pistol cocking back
to take a niggas fucking senses
shoved inside my mouth 
then double thought to
all the consequences
fucked a nigga brain 
and killed my ego
now i feel demented 
thought i found my lilo
but the love was fake
and had to end it

dirty room, small talking with my ghost friends

ghost friends (prod. DAMWOKE)

Easily agitated (feat Mbk Scrap) [prod. Jae.Trapp]

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