Reflecting on the Holocaust

TAPDANCE (Prod. Reno)

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: LIL CIG]
psycho ward to the mental i'm a don
in the wards got the fenty in my 'ron
skate the block off them xannies so i'm calm
cough a lot from that damage to my lungs
dope smokin'
gun totin'
i'm a killer's killer
pill popper
i don't know a lot who really sicker
full of liquor
codeine drinker
fucking up my liver
pull the trigger
up the thriller
to the highest bidder
ooh la la
what's the vibe, pussy boy??
AK boom
put 'em in their tomb
take lives just because
say nah i'm on fire from the drugs
bend that hoe
gave that bitch some dick
she get off of my nut
she gon deep throat it til she cry
got my face tatted on her thigh
realest mother fucker from the 5
every meal the last supper when you God

[VERSE II: DUCKBOY]
send me the fucking addy and I'll see yall in a second
keys to the fleetwood caddy
push to start the 911
drive these bitches crazy
yeah, they always tryna date me
tryna save me
it's all because I suck her titties like a baby
hate me all you want
better watch you back I never front
you want problems?
i got a bunch
ain't nothing changed except the chunk
knock the piss out a pussy boy
trust
snort a 30 off the .40 let it bust
gimme bread watch how quick I start to duck
I put fenty on her toes
she put fenty in my cup
what with all this racket?
what the fuck with all this fuss?
ruby unapproachable but still they bum rush
oh my
suicide
you're that guy
you're that guy
who wanna die
what's your sign?
she's a 9
personality borderline
she tried to stand me up, but I dicked her down and bent her spine

Avalon

AVALON

[VERSE I: Lil Cut Throat]
deaf addict
my mathematics you can't add up
so tragic
my baggage comes with no back up
breaking patterns like splitting atoms
it ain't happening
cycles spin
psychosis wins
the world spins on my motherfucking dick like a whirlwind
devilish sins
devilish grins
got motherfuckers like "here we go again"
this motherfucker scrim can never stop for nada
too toxic
send his ass off to the doctor
between the xanny and suboxone
lost cause lost hope
he a throw away
way too deep in this hole where he lay
lay me down to sleep
northside shorty ride curb on creep
northside shorty don't pray where he eat
but ey soon we'll see a soulja by the lake buried 6 feet deep
less stress on me
more profit for thee
middle finger poking out for everyone to come and see

[VERSE II: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
lately i been feeling brainwashed like my soul was rubbing against the grain
lost in the same sauce
i would complain but i'm wearing diamond chains
cost more than i care to explain
lately i been feeling out of character
bitch left because i embarrassed her
but everyday i be like 1000 fucking miles away
blowing dope
reminding myself i'm the boss of the GREY
boarding the plane
what the fuck is a holiday?
dreaming through the day
what were you saying?
my mistake
fleeting attention
screenshots and mentions
wish i still had an away message
forever stressing
live a life in a day
this a day in the life
i'm still the fucking same
covered in spots not stripes
from broke to fucking paid this the GREY*59
suicide for life
rep it til i fucking die

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

UGLIEST

I do not own this track nor do I claim any rights.

Witchouse 40k - For the Love of Genshin

This is the ruff version, my pc purged the FL project for some reason before i could fuck with it more so i took it as a sign i just need to drop and leave it as is. Enjoy. All plats soon.

Da lyrics

HOOK:
I walk around with a weapon,
said im never stressed,
if he test,
he get blessed,
leave you hole-y(holy)
on gawd,
Im in the back of the whip,
trynna write a new hit wit yo bitch,
and she putting her lips on my rod,

im not a blood nor a crip,
but im up in his crib,
leave him bloody and walk wit a limp cause i want,
Dont know what you think this is,
but awfwhyte aint no bitch,
in your grills leave a dent,
i put that on my squad

VERSE: 
Im makin moves of own,
im building my throne,
Fuck outta my face dont care wat you got,
packin the green the cone,
i pull out my phone,
i open my notes and then imma jot,
tie round yo neck wit a rope,
Cut off air to your throat,
you a pussy you hoe,
and i hope that you rot,
Askin me who are the goats?
Said its me and my bros,
We takin control,
you need proof check the prod 

Cant say i never told a lie,
Sleepin to an out-of-body overnight,
Chopper be the reason for a poltergiest,
Im a fucking demon,
see me when you dream or close your eyes uh,

All black like a corviknight,
Told him he was gonna lose his soul tonight,
Rocks on my wrists, fist dolerite,
Pull up wit da gats, aimin right above your shoulder height   

give a pussy concussions,
if i got a gun then the mag is percussion(drum),
fuck the stix that you bust wit,
pull up wit da mops,
clean sweep,
when im bussin(lol bus boy bar)

said my flow so disgustin,
hawk when i spit,
and this mucus can burn down the function, 
Its hot the touch,
and i promise its bringing some heat that you niggas can't fuck wit,

HOOK(but again):
I walk around with a weapon,
said im never stressed,
if he test,
he get blessed,
leave you hole-y(holy)
on gawd,
Im in the back of the whip,
trynna write a new hit wit yo bitch,
and she putting her lips on my rod,

im not a blood nor a crip,
but im up in his crib,
leave him bloody and walk wit a limp cause i want,
Dont know what you think this is,
but awfwhyte aint no bitch,
in your grills leave a dent,
i put that on my squad

VERSE 1.5:
And i meant that huh,
Why they never think i'll my get back,
All up in my face i push his shit back,
onomatopia hear a flash and a click clack, uh
said im ready to buck,
i never gave fucks,
im tired of irrelevence telling us steady they up,
you niggas cant imbelish it
you watchin like a celibate cuck,
sit the fuck down nigga you can never be us,

walk (ruff)

MUSIC VIDEO

AI DEATH MACHINE

MOBBS RADICAL- KOTHOGA(PROD. MOBBS)

threw my heart away (feat. mannyily)

solo produced

system of vienna

try not put u down if ur not good enough
thinkin that u ate w that bitch u aint tuff
now we dining fancy yeah we getting stuffed
bitch u getting rated 4 u need a buff

if people seen the way u talked to me theyd think u know me
i dont like it when u guide me but not show me
im done if u want me to be done
ive been getting signals nah bitch im not dumb
i get why u want me u dont say enough
i dont know why u cant talk to me if shit is getting rough
u just view me as a tool youll never get
months go by and youll always be in my head

try to hold me im throwing 
i dont wanna hear gimme- gimme room for growing
if u give me a chance ill blow it
not being by ur side while its snowing
i dont- i dont wanna hear if ur not flowing
see u in that fit yk ur glowing
yeah u got that specialty no hoeing
all ur little secrets bestow em
if u care enough about me u will show me
dont wanna be the chaser thats below me
uh call me if u ever feel that lonley
hide myself no you never knew me 
uh not much bands inside of my pocket
im just tryna make a living tryna get a profit 
but u hating on me ever since uve known it
u dont know me bitch and youd never clock it

if people seen the way u talked to me theyd think u know me
i dont like it when u guide me but not show me
im done if u want me to be done
ive been getting signals nah bitch im not dumb
i get why u want me u dont say enough
i dont know why u cant talk to me if shit is getting rough
u just view me as a tool youll never get
months go by and youll always be in my head

guide me

wait on me (prod. killedmyself)

produced by @killedmyself

lyrics:

back on my bullshit
back on my bullshit
all my songs sound sad as fuck
if u dont like it dont listen

u playing my new shit
i hear it in ur shit
if you dont like why u sound like it
if u want a verse just say something

if i dont fuck with u
then i wont click the text
i got friends up in my inbox
like i know them but they on read

know them but they changed up
hate me if ion link up
theres lonely nights i wanna go out
but they dont hit me if a song up

ya my girlfriend said our times up
all my close friends in a limbo
young artist i dont give a fuck if
my gmail full of beats tho

my iphone got a cracked screen
that shit not even rose gold
i wake up and spit some listerine
think of new words and a new flow

soon its new phone i got new hoes
its new drugs but the same bros
new songs keep coming out
like 2 a week i dont slow down

2am in a ghost town
its fl till the sun down
i need a song all about this shit
if it dont exist well it does now

every love that i once had got a new guy and they real good
when i open up my newsfeed and i see them i dont feel good
brain cells that i used to have all dead now but the weeds good 
the only lighter i ever use she bought for me and i miss her

she said my new shit it dont sound good
if somethings wrong you can tell me
i dont say shit to anyone
so thats why my songs all about me

back on my bullshit
back on my bullshit
all my songs sound sad as fuck
if u dont like it dont listen

u playing my new shit
i hear it in your shit
if u dont like why u sound like it
if u want a verse just say something

back (prod. killedmyself)

produced by @anobodyreally

cover art by TrapSirC https://twitter.com/TrapSirC

lyrics:

alot of things make me fucking nervous
alot of things get me really scared
i do not fuck with like none of these people
im smelling the fake in the air

sneak bitches they fake and the phony
sneak disses bout me like they know me
u'd fuck me up if u knew bout the shit that i do
when ur girl call me lonely

i smoke a blunt now snoring
still fill a cup with the porridge
that would be problems for old me
i dont give a fuck now so lets get it going

i got the fade for like 40
vodka but chase is a 40
they talkin like damn i go hard
but frankly this party is boring

i smoke a blunt now snoring
still fill a cup with the porridge
bad bitch from new orleans
she call me daddy like maury

i aint a father no maury
but im gonna son u like morty
ur girl just told u she was sleeping 
but im in her house like im cory

i think yo girlie my mistress
she run the dome like a beep test
i let her grip it like viscous
she want me to spray like im windex

ruby stay hot like a furnace
all this success cause i earned it
this shit is not bout the earnings
its me excersizing my purpose

you know this
im focused
this beat i just hit and i owned this

the shadows
im cloaked in
allow the emotion to soak in

the words all
have meaning
think bout the shit that im screaming
even if you got to see it
it'd be such a reach to believe it

garbage
fucking garbage
i pick and destroy every target
sometimes i dont think im an artist 
most of my ideas come out sounding fucking garbage

garbage
fucking garbage
i pick and destroy every target
sometimes i dont think im an artist 
most of my ideas come out sounding fucking garbage

garbage
fucking garbage
i pick and destroy every target
sometimes i dont think im an artist 
most of my ideas come out sounding fucking garbage

alot of things make me fucking nervous
alot of things get me really scared
i do not fuck with like none of these people
im smelling the fake in the air

sneak bitches they fake and the phony
sneak disses bout me like they know me
u'd fuck me up if u knew bout the shit that i do
when ur girl call me lonely

i smoke a blunt now snoring
still fill a cup with the porridge
that would be problems for old me
i dont give a fuck now so lets get it going

Freak In Tha Sheets (prod. visery)

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