#LLTMFS

take.a.pic (prod. zig & kayto)

PROD. 8STRINGS

"niggas do not want to test shit" 😹

smoked out cigarettes
wanted smoke, puttin' one in his lung
now he beggin for breath
vibe check, CTE, swing a bat at his temple
that boy tryna bang up his set
he came with a posse, I had to go check
if it's more than three, then I'm sending a few
right back to the lobby
556, got it sitting right by me

pimp in distress, pimp in distress
a couple of cases, you better be lucky
he ain't get a hole in his chest
Mr. Krabs, penny pinchin', got my finger twitchin'
Blurry, just give it a rest
nah, brotha tryna smear my name on some bullshit
he must think he insane
nigga telling me to do better
aight bet, nigga, now let's play us a game

never have l ever lost a fight,
had my father try to sue the school,
lost, then decided to move
never have I ever snitched to my mom bout some e-beef
and still think I was cool
never have I ever had my parents
locked up for that shit going on in the motel room
boy, you's a fucking fool
you is a fuckin' lame
you can say all that you want about me
but I promise the dirt that both of us got
ain't nowhere the same
you Lois Lane, I'm high as a bird or a plane

this is a dangerous game for you
my mom's a teacher, but you already knew that
cuz all of the "dirt" that you got is shit I was telling you
shit I could be yo substitute
so park yo ass, let me teach you something
the subject here is cause and effect
you better be glad I ain't being direct
foul play, boutta give me a tech
9 words'll put a hole in your neck
ties cut and I can see you a wreck
put the fries in the bag, better get you a check
so why'd you make the decision you made
then say you the best with a puffed out chest?
you not
keeping this shit in the booth
don't do nothing stupid, 
don't go out here thinking you Dot

size 9 to yo face
imma step on a nigga
don't go in that alleyway
my name still come into play
got stuck in that strand
done doley, no Araneae (RNA)
my vision distorted, it's looking Dalmatian
I'm growing impatient with all of these frauds
K9's and lap dogs, my hands bi
got me swinging at them and they broads
"beat his ass, take his phone"
for some reason, I don't really think you got the balls
pissing me the fuck off
kept pushing my buttons,
it's up, don't try to hit pause (paws)

can't slide for your sister
so makes you think you gon slide for yo bitch?
my bad, did I too far?
hakuna matata, we all know you ain't gon do shit
yeah, that smile better leave yo face
better watch yo mouth in my presence, bitch
nigga, my momma don't make no 100k, muhfucka
the fuck is you talkin bout, bitch?
I'm out here getting a job
You stay there and leech them allowances, bitch
how many origins you gonna fabricate?
fucked up, had to jump 4 houses, bitch
got a problem with yo drinking
yo bitch ain't so freethinking
Long Live the Saints, hoe, what you thinking, nigga?

MR. KRABS [prod. 8strings]

cause I’m zoned out and I’m speeding on the highway,
do it how I do it and I only do it my way,
why the  do I park my car in a driveway?
cause I’m flying above all yall like a skyway,

man everybody really tryna be this,
carefree and careless ima keep this,
she looking at me like she need this,
like I’m godsend I’m holy like Jesus,

With the place that I’m coming in,
race that I’m funding in
face that im making when the 
mace starts pummeling,

What you break you can take,
but you pay for the stuff again,
And you rake all the leaves that your stuffing in,

Every week it’s the same damn shuffle,
Gas up, mask up, flex like muscle,
Pour heart in a verse just to watch it crumble,
Thumbs scroll past while your dreams just tumble,

Said the fame come fast if you stay on the hustle,
But all I got's deadlines, debt, and a puzzle,
If the game’s rigged then I’m done with the muzzle,
Say the wrong shit now they clutchin’ the duffle,

Burn out bright, then they light the candle,
Cut out tight, now my soul’s a sample,
Talk deep thoughts but it's just a scandal,
Make noise loud enough, still they can't channel

And the wind blow it back so you do it again,
Like a loop with no end, got no message to send,
Just a hand on a pen, with no plan to pretend,
Still I’m scribblin’ lines that I’ll never defend,

Told the truth once, they called it useless,
Now I dumb it down just to prove I can do this…
Shaping my pain to something you can cruise with,
All I had left was nothing I could lose with,

Tryna shape my pain into somethin’ you could cruise with,
But all I had left was the nothin’ I could lose with…
We got talent we don’t use it so we make Nothing Muzik,

Nothing Muzik

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
lyrics:
Imma kill my homies and my homegirls then myself too
I’m reliving memories, reliving how I felt too
Everytime I tried to help a nigga it just fell through 
You already failed yourself it’s not fair if I fail too
I was making sacrifices every time I bailed you
When it’s time to bring the worst these niggas never fail too
I was making sacrifices every time I bailed you

I might kill my homies so we can’t be in the same room
Most dangerous of niggas gon be talkin like they saved you
If niggas say “you’re perfect” that mean they gon start to change you
Niggas keep on threatening like we can’t share a grave too
You don’t really love me nigga you just want me sometimes
I don’t got no empathy for niggas, you can all die
Niggas lettin rapists off then preach to me about morals
Everybody eatin I got table scraps & morsels 
Ever since a kid I’ve been fuckin underrated 
Fuck up all that preachin, you niggas cannot save shit
I can’t tell the difference between praise and being hated
You wanna know my favorite part, it’s when I’m not awakened 
I can’t tell the difference between human hands or Satans

Imma kill my homies and my homegirls then myself too
I’m reliving memories, reliving how I felt too
Everytime I tried to help a nigga it just fell through 
You already failed yourself it’s not fair if I fail too
I was making sacrifices every time I bailed you
When it’s time to bring the worst these niggas never fail too
I was making sacrifices every time I bailed you

Seems I have to learn the hard way
Love don’t mean a thing if they still puttin you in harms way
Love not even real that’s just something that they false claim
My niggas be talking I don’t listen cause it’s all the same
Nothing personal, your reality just ain’t mine
As far as working goes, you can hit me up anytime
Yes I’m hurtin bro, stupid fuckin questions each time
You know what’s worse though? I might be the reason you die

Imma kill my homies and my homegirls then myself too
I’m reliving memories, reliving how I felt too
Everytime I tried to help a nigga it just fell through 
You already failed yourself it’s not fair if I fail too
I was making sacrifices every time I bailed you
When it’s time to bring the worst these niggas never fail too
I was making sacrifices every time I bailed you

Birthday party happening for me upstairs 
Saddest part about it, I don’t fucking care
It shouldn’t be a chore for you to be there 
It shouldn’t be a chore for you to be there 
It’s all good now nigga, I’m too soulless
Middle child, heard they gettin done the coldest
And everytime you do me wrong just own it
You don’t have to love me, you can lie but I’ll notice

Imma kill my homies and my homegirls then myself too
I’m reliving memories, reliving how I felt too
Everytime I tried to help a nigga it just fell through 
You already failed yourself it’s not fair if I fail too
I was making sacrifices every time I bailed you
When it’s time to bring the worst these niggas never fail too
I was making sacrifices every time I bailed you

fair is fair

fair is fair [fubar]

prod aftced.

lyrics:

lil bih get back 
dat man, bitch i been that 
flex up, where yo wrist at
bitch come get yo shit back 

he won’t get no lick back
tag on toe no tic tac 
dat boy broke like kit kat
bitch i pimp no slick back 

bitch i pimp no mari
no love i ain’t sorry 
i got stick in party 
i cash out no, hm, damn 

i cash out dis check hoe
vvs my neck hoe
straight headshot no vest hoe 
i could give fuck less hoe

i want cat no gato
my new bih a model
fuck yo clique my motto 
sip out cup no bottle 

semi glock no auto 
bitch i smoke gelato 
got afro like ralo
outside like where’s *****

take.a.pic (prod. zig & kayto)

waryy