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WIT THE SHITS (MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW)

Listen to Alisxn here:
https://linktr.ee/AlisxnGray

Lyrics:
Yeah, aye, oh, aye
Yeah, aye, oh, oh
Yeah, aye, oh, aye
Yeah, aye, yeah

So I
Pedal through your hood on a 10 speed
Soul been feeling empty
Death want to take me, want to end me, uh huh
Conjuring enemies like I'm vecna
Pussy boy acting tough
You prayin to a god, I will bless ya
Complications start to pile up
Emotions turn vile, I kill my own vibe
Throwing shade my way
Katana blade cutting the flesh from your face

Slit my wrists, uh huh
Fuck boy dismissed, bet he got clit
Little bitch, throw fists, uh
Meet in the pit, uh huh
Yeah, meet in the pit, okay
Slit my wrists, uh huh
Fuck boy dismissed, bet he got clit
Little bitch, throw fists, uh
Meet in the pit, uh huh
Yeah, meet in the pit

Ak-47 spraying nails
Crucified to a cross, hot shells
Said she wanna eat me like a pig eat slop
Suck the soul out, like baby don't stop
Ha ha ha ha ha
Splitting ya bitch like a chopstick
Punt that chick with a dropkick
Okay, okay, less go

Slit my wrists, uh huh
Fuck boy dismissed, bet he got clit
Little bitch, throw fists, uh
Meet in the pit, uh huh
Yeah, meet in the pit, okay
Slit my wrists, uh huh
Fuck boy dismissed, bet he got clit
Little bitch, throw fists, uh
Meet in the pit, uh huh
Yeah, meet in the pit

Produced By: Stetson Whitworth

RECLUSE

DISMISSED

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali

lyrics

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone
Who ever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
Bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase more hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

SCATTER BRAINED F*CK

Listen to Alisxn here:
https://hyperfollow.com/Alisxngray

Lyrics:
Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me

Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me

Okay yeah, okay
Pull that punk out the window of the range, what's up
Dodging silver bullets, switchblade fangs, what's up
Got that strap on my side, heat on me like it's July
Lil bitch an onion cause I cut him and he cried
Pussy don't want to face off
Pit with his chains on
They're too afraid to go to war
I'll chew their fuckin face off, uh huh
So considerate, my dick on her cliterate
She tried to put a spell on me
But she can't spell, illiterate
Grip the gat, open up the duffle bag
I told that bitch to bite the chopper
Where my fucking money at

Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me

Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me
Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me

Produced By: HypeDucky
Mixed and Mastered: Stetson Whitworth

Break Bones

All Credit to the original "Red Button" by Drake

RED BUTTON (Version O)

#artist #hiphop #rap #trap #melodic #playlists #firemusic

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Callin Me

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position attack (PROD. Skill Syrup)

prod by gmp, zak ali & 4ria


SPOTIFY LINK BELOW


https://open.spotify.com/track/2yLZAeViNb16Q6tQ2SYL58

lyrics: 

look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 
bitch i quit drinking, i’m sinking in vomit i belch 
and beginning to think i could opt for some help 
all of my thoughts they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink 
wish i could just be more limber 
or be less distinct 
instead i yell timber 
depressions in sync with my temper 
that shit all grows heavy 
i vent to my shrink till it’s slender as feathers 
meticulous new repetitions 
i let it relinquish what i can’t remember, so tender 
but what difference does it make 
with the distance that i take 
i’d rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes 
i spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes 
you wretched fucks are asbestos, i can’t try to behave 
i don’t want to spend any more time tryna debate 
i’m still tryna climb the ladder up to meet my fate 
as the time shatters 
rewind, won’t align all your lies with my laughter 
i brine in sublime & latch onto my habits 
i find when i’m manic 
& till i go peak, all my passion is bleak 
until you all reach my new absence 
let that all read as my way of now getting complete 
and redeeming the panic 
this shit is no feat 
it’s a means of me slamming 
you hoes into granite 
you hoes all go show off your glow into cameras 
instagram models, be damned if i cannot fuck 
all of those filters can’t help what the damage does 
cause you’re a 6 just like digits from canada 
business as usual, city is cancerous 
writtens i drew the truth, so much less glamorous 
can’t handle gambles, i travel from 
lands where i drag my love forward 
with bags of drugs 
packing up 
i’ve got a lack of trust 
from all the knives in my back 
i’m not backing up 
cause all these wounds make my breathing hard 
like your damn asthma does 
you’ve got a bag of tricks 
well i’ve got active love 
holding raps captive 
connect them all like it’s a pack of plugs 
sold off the raps i sung 
you’re all so old, but you’re acting young 
tricks are for kids 
and i told em, i had enough 



look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 



look at you 
look at you 
you little judgmental cunt 
now bitch look at you

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Josh Hutter