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Forget About Me

Forget About Me | Prod. NetuH

Gang Wimme w Saliva grey & 99zed

Pull up the chop
Put a dot in the scope
Bored with your comments
I’m smoking this dope
Aye I hate my life
But it won’t let me croak
I live for my family
That do it alone
Shoutout my abuela
She fresh off the boat
Brown in my skin
But it’s black in my soul
Run with them demons
We came up in snow
Raised in the frost
Hard to dig up them holes

Snakes in the grass
And they venomous
Checking when smoking
My cannabis
Shaking the bag up
Like can it hiss?
Doubling down when I’m spitting
It’s effortless
Here with the crown
Interrupting his excellence
Therapy? Talking to objects
Inanimate
Rolling a blunt with no seeds
Cause I planted it
Really be off of that shits
They can’t handle it

Pick me up and rush me to the charred
I be the blaze
Swimming like a shark to eat the shawty
In my gaze
Never know just what to say
Until I get her in a grave
I’m a demon, I’m a barber
I be running all them fades
Sweeney Todd a motherfucker
That be stepping out of place
Slice a neck and then dissolve
In the bottom of the bay
Till I’m burning all the photos
And the bodies looking gray
Go to sleep and then I’m dreaming
About them carving up my fate

Cashapp when I’m feeding
That’s a bonus
Mixing up that bud
In my components
Mixing all the blood up
Like I’m Kronos
Condiments and condoms
In her lotus
She already know
That I’m the coldest
Baby girl I wanna know
Your motives
Looking all my past up
Like it told us
Burning from the warmth
I hope he hold us

Glock got a switch
In the back of my pack
Put two in his face
Then I’ll say it’s a rap
Tripping on shrooms
In an alley, all black
I just ate up your bitch
In the dumpster with trash
Light up a blunt
Then I smoke till it’s ash
And then roll up another
I need me some hash
I’m deep in my sorrows
I can’t wait to pass
Asleep at the gallows
Rope tighten up fast

Pick me up and run me to the darkness
While I’m fading
I just wanna live until I tell my mom
I made it
Dripping on the carpet with my blood
It really staining
Slip into the back and then I’m waiting
For my payment
Pick me up and run me to the darkness
While I’m fading
I just wanna live until I tell my mom
I made it
Dripping on the carpet with my blood
It really staining
Slip into the back and then I’m waiting
For my payment bitch

ZORITA (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

Prod. Sixthells + Mossback

I've been waiting
Let it fall apart, not again
Drown in sorrows, wanna get away
In the dark, in my room
Talk with my blade, she can tell the truth
Fuck with my head , so she'll end up in my bed
Fuck is you talking bout? All these brothers want me dead
I'll see you at the bottom, bottom of my grave
I don't wanna talk about it, maybe another day
I just wanna figure out a way for me to say
How I really feel deep down in my chest

I just want peace of mind
Anxious all the time
Hanging with my homies reach a million fucking dimes
hear you in the streets, but your family on the line

Don't care about no stove, don't care about your clothes
Don't care about your money, man, you spend it on a hoe
You just flexing with no goal, he just wanna die
This ain't a surprise, nothing make em feel alive

I just count, no mistakes, I do this every day
Never tired, never resting, everybody on my kcid
They don't know what I'm saying, baddie by my side
Your bitch she trynna save me but I'm probably gettin high

I see the sky turning red, means a motherfucker dead inside
I'm killing gods by the river, no one's safe from the ripper
Hollow chest, live or die by the blade
Living fast, getting wasted by the late

I've been waiting
Let it fall apart, not again
Drown in sorrows, wanna get away
In the dark, in my room
Talk with my blade, she can tell the truth
Fuck with my head , so she'll end up in my bed
Fuck is you talking bout? All these brothers want me dead
I'll see you at the bottom, bottom of my grave
I don't wanna talk about it, maybe another day
I just wanna figure out a way for me to say
How I really feel deep down in my chest

How I really feel deep down in my chest
How I really feel deep down in my chest

deicide

Deicide

MOBBS RADICAL- HELP NOT WANTED(PROD. JON LOC)

01. Jazz Solo Cup (Prod. TuMaggz x DiddyJameson)
02. Immurement (Prod. TuMaggz)

LYRICS:

(Jazz Solo Cup):

Ain’t slept good in a minute 
Not a second pass I don’t think
Burning eyes when I blink
Fertilize minds no shrink
Brita water really only thing I drink
Cuz it poison coming out the sink 
I’ve said this shit once before
But I really think I’m on the brink

All that cap rap shit you makin
I don’t wanna hear another word
All that rap cash you sadly making
Really that shit absurd
Like a glass lamp you so fragile
I just wanna steer the herd
I don’t really fuck with nerds
All the stats backwards
Should be grateful just to get those clicks

Oh shit
You see I get momentum now you wanna take a pic
Watch me hit a milli get em all up on my dick
Stay true to myself clout makes me sick
Straight out the grave smoke a blunt the face
Walking on bodies they make up this cave
All you smell is the dank and a waft of decay
I don’t vibe your thinking I’m stuck in my ways

Really fucked up in my head from the past
Don’t talk to strangers I’m standing on that 
Tell my kids not to trust every person they meet 
Cause a smile’s deceiving they prey on the weak
Stay in the city to get up my bread
Then I’m out to the forest to bury my bed
Fuck what you heard 
This what I said
If you wanna come try you can die in the shed

(IMMUREMENT)

Stuck in dis room
Feels like a tomb
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feeling doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Smoking this blunt lift me up
No liquor it’s juice in my cup
I wish y’all would shut the fuck up
Smoking that kush til I’m lit 
Drink gin with that sprite til I’m sick
I wish y’all would get off my dick

Ain’t slept good in a hot ass minute
Still putting work in the kitchen
Ain’t talking bout a job I be cooking for my children 
Ion want none of y’all up in my business
If I said that shit I meant it
And if I made that beat then I need my credit

Swear to god y’all niggas too slow
Like a pod in a vape you blown
I can’t beef with no pussy on the net I’m grown 
If you don’t relate you can skip this song
Cuz I’m done worrying bout your judgement 
If you ain’t fucking with me move along

Cuz the rest of these niggas straight bitches
Cuz I know these niggas are potential snitches
Cuz I know these niggas craving them riches
Money 
Clout
Fuck an image rather hand out stitches 
And in reality that shit real sad
I can’t imagine being so down bad 
If these niggas got you feeling mad
Scream FUCK A FAD

Stuck in this room
Feels like a tomb 
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feelin doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Please Rewind

Numb$kull & Mvko - Blackout Curtains

Some timber
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DRAGGIN HEELS ON THE MOTHERFUCKIN RUN WAY
PLANE AINT TAKIN OFF ITS ANOTHER BLOODY SUNDAY 
IMA COM-PLAIN, FEELING LIKE IM DUMB MANE,
PICK YOUR POISON yeah IM CHOOSIN ON THIS GUN, EH
RUN, AY
RUN TO THE OTHEREALM
CEMETARY FEELIN VACANT, MIGHT FILL IT WITH YOUR BROTHER'S ILK
IM A CUT OF SILK,-- EDWARD SCISSOR HANDS IN THIS BITCH WE GON' KINDA KILL
WHAT I MEAN IS TOTURE YOU KINDA COO, LOOKIN LIKE ILL WATERBOARD on YOU UNDER motheffuckin SUNNY WEATHER TOO 
SERVE A DEVIL INTRAVENUS, DMT in bloodstream yeah it's such obsceneness, shit I think I did it too much might land you on the venus
Im in a chemical, headed to heady-ville, dressed for the kill with adidas
Wipe the blood off em, and make your coffin heeebie jeebies
Fill it with bugs, maggots, snakes and some tragic leaches
suckin your blood, im the mud - watch a far im jesus 

Made of cob-ble, sell it to'em, stack me up, im a wall
You aint gettin through it if my chest says anything at all 
I knock em over do em dirty  trojan horse  after dark 
Heard a whisper shoot a birdy with a baretta slingshot
Blang, blyat boom to his head he's aloof
Made him schizophrenic with a placed shot on his roof 
It's an epidemic that these fuck boys are in gettin through
hang em dry on a crucifix that I made for who and who?

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