Lyrics:


Sell your soul to the devil for that fame bitch 
Sell your soul to the devil for that fame bitch 
Sell your soul to the devil for that fame bitch 
Sell your soul to the devil for that fame bitch

Yeah, 

Life’s a simulation Take drugs for stimulation 
high in elevation I can feel the space station 
No contemplation and no hesitation 
No telling what you facing, 
blatantly impatient 

non complacent, Bodies in the basement, 
Blood all on the pavement,  
Mentally adjacent,
Spitting irate shit, 
careful what you say bitch, 
it’s a different day, but you snitches on the same shit, 

Lame shit, trade your soul for the fame bitch, 
Cash yo check and don’t complain, bitch! 
Thinking that your are, but you ain’t shit, 
thinking you can’t get hit 
Im about to Rage quit,
got the whole fuckin stage lit, 

Bout to go and break shit, 
I can’t take it 
Feel like I’ll never make it, 
Never one to fake it 
Raise the stakes And elevate shit, 
Hell I hate it, 
from hell I came, 
We are not the same bitch, 
I can tell your tame

Fuck your lame clique,
I spit that flame, 
You gon know my name bitch, 
From the dust you came, 
You is just a grain bitch, 
223 gon leave a stain, 
Thinking life a game, 
Well it ain’t, shit! 

Take another hit till you faint
Numb the pain till you can’t sit 
Nova cane in your veins till you can’t hit 
swerve into the cane, no brakes, shit!
Take this mold then I break it, 
Take the gold no second place shit 
So close to my goals I can fuckin taste it 

One shot and I can’t waste it, 
Take a shot and get wasted,
The World is dark, so I stay lit 
Did it on my own, can’t nobody say shit 

Sold your soul for the fame bitch, 

Thinking that you are, but you ain’t shit

Sell Your Soul

Lyrics: 

I feel so broken, feel like I don’t matter,
My heart is open, but my mind is scattered, 
I keep on hoping, but shit keep getting badder, 
I keep on choking, I’m smoking on some  shatter  

higher than a ladder, I can feel my face on Saturn,
I tell you it don’t matter, but you can tell I’m sadder,
Fighting off these demons, I don’t know what’s the meaning, 
Tell me I’m just dreaming, that shit is so demeaning, 
Devil on my shoulder, loosing all my composure, 
I’m in it till the end, and until it’s fucking over,  

I feel so broken, feel like I don’t matter,
My heart is open, but my mind is scattered, 
I keep on hoping, but shit keep getting badder, 
I keep on choking, I’m smoking on that shatter  

I only smoke exotic,  I keep taking narcotics,
I am so chaotic, and my thinking’s toxic, 
Got a couple problems, wish that I could solve em, 
hide my pain from the fam, cuz I’d rather not involve them,
Like fuck it oh well, don’t care bout my health, 
Think I need some help, I can’t do it by myself, 

I feel so broken, feel like I don’t matter,
My heart is open, but my mind is scattered, 
I keep on hoping, but shit keep getting badder, 
I keep on choking, I’m smoking on that shatter  

I am so sporadic, and this life i lead is tragic, 
I am so erratic, I’m gone like some magic, 
Taking what I want, knowing I can’t have it, 
Acting like a addict, I’m causing hella havoc, 

I feel so broken, and it feels like I don’t matter.

Feel So Broken

Lyrics:

yeahhh- yea - yea- woah- oh , I’m lost and confused, 
 
 I’m lost and confused, don’t know what I should do, I’ve been hurt and abused, I take the drugs and get loose, i cough and I wheeze, like I got a disease, Don’t know what happened to me, it’s just the way it just happens to be, and I’ve been so depressed, cause I can’t go to sleep, insomnia and all my stress, Yeah I’m in too deep, 

God put me to the test yeah, but I’ll fail I’ll confess, cause I am not Perfect, but I try because it’s worth it, he knows I’ve been hurting, and the demon stay lurking, they trying to get near me, Satan knows i feel weary, im weak And so teary, oh God can you hear me, please can you forgive me, for life I’ve been living,

 not a Care and no giving, I’m aware that I’m shivering, I’m shaking in pain still, been snorting them pain pills, till  The pain I just can’t feel, I’ma crash into a Cane field, Every night it’s the same deal, Chasing fame in the thrill, If I get my name on A deal, gonna get me maimed or get killed, I have no Tame I’ll get ill, just know that that’s real, 

it’s dollar bill after dollar bill, like a void I just can’t fill, annoyed and I won’t sit still, no joy I’m losing my will, my will to live, I have no love left to give, it’s no way to live, I’m living day after day, and I know I need change, cause I’m going insane, and fuck all this pain, I need some luck or some gain,

no fucks to give again, I know I live in sin, no I do not pretend, just hope God got me in the end, and I hope that when I die, my family won’t cry, For all this drug abuse, For me it’s no use, time I finally paid my dues, I have no excuse, 

 And I’m lost and confused, don’t know what the fuck I should do, been hurt and  abused, Take drugs to get loose, 

so lost and confused,  don’t know what I should do,  

I’m lost and confused

Lost And Confused

Lyrics: 

If I could I'd go back In time, 
Erase all the mistakes I'd find, 
Go Back in time 
All the Mistakes I’d find 
If I could I'd go back in time, 
Erase all the mistakes id find,
Lying when I say I'm fine 
Wish that i could ease my mind,

Wish I could get back the time 
Wish I never made you mine 
Thinking you were so divine 
Thinking we would be alright

I'm such a fool you were right 
Shoulda never took you home that night
Didn't think that you were the type 
Didn't think that you'd change my life

May not make it home tonight 
I don't know my wrong from right 
You don't know what i fight 
Voices keep me up at night

Told me that you love my first 
Wish I woulda left you then 
Maybe it wouldn't have hurt as worse
Wish I listened to my friends

You really broke my trust 
All for a moment of lust 
Really Said forget about us 
Left me in such disgust

Now my life is in a rut  my
I don't know who I can trust 
My Souls sick of being cut 
All this pain gon make me bust

And if I could go back in time 
Wish I could go back in time
Go Back in time 
All the Mistakes I’d find 
If I could id go back in time, 
Erase all the mistakes I'd find, 
Wish I didn't give you what's mine 
Wish I could've made you cry 

Hope you feel dead inside 
Hope you go to bed and cry
Hope you think of me all night 
Screaming out my name Levi

Hope you feel what it's like 
To feel like you're not alright 
Hope you go to bed at night 
And feel like your dead inside

I gave you all my life 
And you said fuck you right? 
And so now it's fuck you right 
Hope he doesnt fuck you right  

Hope yall have a fucking fight 
Scream until you fucking cry 
Wishing you never left this guy 
Hope you feel dead inside

Dead Inside

Lyrics:

(why the fuck) 
Why the fuck they be hating 
Don’t speak to me satan 
Against me they been praying
So I’m out here demon slaying

(tell me why) 
Why you talking all that shit man, 
Make me have to get my smith N, 
I’ll Up my stick like a hitman, 
And Leave you’re whole family missing, 


Bitch, I don’t think that you’re listening,
I’ll Leave you’re whole family missing, 
And If you out here sneak dissing,
Ima have to leave you missing, 

I’m On yo ass like a mission,
Got no time for competition, 
Put your ass into submission,
And Maybe then you’ll listen,

I don’t make good decisions, 
Out here  taking prescriptions,
Tossing, turning, seeing visions, 
Confirming my suspicions,

Against all speculation, 
I done Made a deal with Satan, 
I hear the demons conversating,
Know they love to see me breaking,

(Someone Tell me why) 
Why the fuck they be hating 
Please Don’t speak to me satan 
Against me they been praying
So I’m out here demon slaying

(Tell me why)
Why you talking all that shit man, 
Make me have to get my smith N, 
I’ll Up my stick like a hitman, 
And Leave you’re whole family missing, 

They be out here sneak dissing,
Like some snakes I hear em hissing,
Count this money I been getting, 
Your girl wet got her dripping,

Fuck you cuz I’m not forgiving 
Feel like the dead among the living 
Hole in your head got you shivering, 
I’ll make your whole family missing, 

(Come on Tell me why)
Why the fuck they be hating 
Don’t speak to me satan 
Against me they been praying
So I’m out here demon slaying

(Tell me why)
And Why you talking all that shit man, 
Make me have to get my smith N, 
I’ll Up my stick like a hitman, 
And Leave you’re whole family missing, 
 
If you out here sneak dissing,
I’m gone have to leave you missing, 
Leave your whole family missing, 
I’ll leave your whole family missing

Missing

Lyrics:

Why you acting like you are, when you knowing that you ain’t,  
Why you acting like you can, when you knowing that you can’t,
                  
Boy I split my gar, and this gas’ll make you faint, 
Boy I spit a bar, and thats really filled with hate
I Leave a nasty scar, my mark ima make, 
Boy, Thinking that you hard, but you fucking with the fakes, 
Fuckin with the snakes, you gone get yourself erased, 
This weed got me slow but I’m living fast paced, 
I Need a hot flow, now your ears getting laced,
Get up out my way, like do it with some haste, 
Every single day I been on a sack chase 
I pull up for the sack, like do you wanna race 
I’m Talking all that smack, like right up in yo face 
Got your girl looking back, like she want a fuckin taste 
had a little time that she didn’t wanna waste 
Man them evil girls got the prettiest face (RIP to juice) 

why you thinking that you are, when you knowing that you ain’t, 
why you thinking that you can, when you knowing that you can’t, 

This is do or die, and I won’t hesitate, 
My Flow so high, it’ll make you elevate, 
I don’t believe in fate, i believe in heavens gate, 
It’s the mark that you make, and that’s what makes you great, 
It’s the hold that you take, like the mold you gotta break, 
I hold weight, like the world heavyweight 
Just you Wait, I’ll make the whole earth quake,
In a world full of fakes, you gotta raise the stakes,
Get me to the cash, then invest in real estate, 
Ima do the dash, and disappear out this place, 
Might just do a mike , rip the ear off your face, 
Fuck what you like, I don’t care what you hate, 

Thinking that you are but your really ain’t 
Thinking that you can but you really can’t
You act like you are when know that you ain’t 
you wish that you can, but I know that you can’t

I know that you can’t

Lyrics:

I got them racks in route I get them stacks no doubt got a new bank account check out the cash amount making me want the clout Making me want to shout make me want to count

I count 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 levels to my Zen I sin and sin again Pure adrenaline lacking discipline packing pad and pen so you know I’m genuine

I got 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 blunts all in a line I’m smoking all the time And I do it for the vine I been working on my grind  I’ve been breaking on my spine. So this fucking star can shine cause I ain’t got the time to be on no decline I like fine wine when I dine 

And I got 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 motherfuckers that I hate to this date all they do is hate and want to debate. And instigate but in a twist of fate I’m gonna send em straight down the Hells gate This is a hell scape and there is no escape I’m your cell mate Got you in a stalemate lightweight versa heavy weight I came To dominate came to desecrate and I don’t hesitate got a ill mine state That you can’t even fucking contemplate and I know you can’t relate because you can’t concentrate need me to demonstrate 

I got 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 too many souls up In heaven for me to forget my brethren but I’m a make it even  I’m a take eleven And they ain’t bout to go to heaven No doubt so call the Reverend Finna take some heads and sever em 

Cause I got 1,2,3,4,5,6 Homies waiting at the bricks all in the mix causing conflict waiting for the lick do it just for kicks if you ain’t fucking with my click you is  sucking on our dick’s Thanking that you’re quick thinking that you slick Dodging  all the hits. I got a couple tricks have Wooing like you Rick. Choking and coughing like you sick 

I got 1,2,3,4,5 different things keeping me alive I ain’t Finna jive I aint Finna lie Readily take the dive. Take the wheel and drive this is system override this is do or die Better know I’m gonna survive better know I’m going to thrive, I know I’m gonna thrive 

Cause I got 1,2,3,4 police knocking at my door I can hear the sirens roar They tell me to hit the floor think I robbed the corner store think I fucked that corner whore flipped a brick and got a score they ain’t even know for sure now they really got me sore inciting riots tryna start a war 
not with the bullshit anymore
 strike em down like I’m Thor all the blood and gore deep cuts down to the core

Cause I Got 1,2,3 pending felony for assault and battery ain’t a friend of me You My enemy call the referee try to threaten me try to fuck with me won’t have no luck with me and now you’re stuck with me 

cause I got 1,2 of my crew Waiting at the rendezvous won’t know what to do when we coming out the blue lurking after you working to pursue you quick to subdue you pin you like a wrestling debut

And I got 1 hand on my gun games are over done this war has just begun have you yelling for someone got you in a circle spun I cooked ya like the sun burnt ya overdone got you on the run but I’m just having fun having fun I’m just having fun got you on the run in a circle spun have you yelling for someone  cooked you like the sun burnt you overdone and I’m just having fun bitch I’m just having fun

Bank Roll V2

Lyrics: 

Voices in my head, and I hear em conversation’
This Pistol full of lead, as I sit here contemplatin’ 
I’m Feeling so undead, I done made a deal with Satan 
I’ll get inside your head, its a sinister sensation 
       
Snakes all in the grass, and I can hear em all hatin’ 
I’ll Put one in ya ass, that revolvers rotatin’ 
This is real life , and it’s  not a simulation
Squeezin’ on a knife, to feel some stimulation 

No holds barred, and there ain’t no stipulations
I’ll pull your card, if you want some  confrontation 
and I’m Droppin hellish bars , that’s straight up domination 
I’m Leavin nasty scars, like it’s bombs on a nation
 
I’m Non complacent, never  one for conversations 
Blood on the pavement, got the bodies in the  basement
Evil and wicked, satanic abomination 
I’m Sick and twisted, its a sinister sensation 

I Walk my shit, step on anyone that’s hatin’
All I know is wrong, so I give into temptations
Im the unholy ghost, Gods only failed creation 
I can feel it in my bones, it’s a sinister sensation, 

This a party for the dead, got all the livations  
Listen to the melody, and leave ‘em vibratin’
Came to catch a felony, fuck a Citation 
You can see the hell in me, unholy devistation

come to welcome all you sheep to your damnation, 
Church of the undead, welcome to my congregation 
When I see red, you’ll face my subjugation! 
A sick twisted evil wicked, sense of condemnation! 

I Walk into the fire, lacking any hesitation
I Do what I desire, fuck authorization 
You’ll do as your told, cuz that’s your obligation
I’d rather break the mold, against the  speculation

I welcome all of you,  to this beats assassination
Giveing the mic a proper burial, in a nice location 
Fuck the undead, necrophiliation 
Pistol to your head, ima send you straight to Satan

Voices in my head ,and I hear em conversatin’ 
Feeling so undead , I done made a deal with Satan, 
Ungodly creation, a satanic abomination
Ill administer damnation, a sinister sensation

Ungodly creation, satanic  abomination,
I’ll administer damnation a sinister sensation 
 
Ungodly creation
satanic  abomination
I’ll administer damnation 
sinister sensation I’ll

Mister Sinister

Lyrics: 

Fuck you snake bitches, who be switching up, and snitching to the feds 
Fake bitches, got me twitching up, I’m tweaking off the meds
take prescription, pain addiction, I got demons in my head 
make stitches, fuck the opps, Choppas to they head 
If I did a flip, would you snitch, would you narc it?
I Just stole a whip, and copped a zip of that toxic
loaded clip, will pop your hip, if you talk shit
walk my shit, before I ever try and talk it
bitch stop it, you so toxic, so obnoxious, change the topic, cuz you don’t got it,
you don’t get shit, you don’t hit licks,
Twist of my wrist, then that fist hit, 
not afraid to risk it, Wilson Fisk it  
Its my way, limp bizcuit 
Saltier than a triscut 
I’ll cook you like a brisket
And never leave a witness 
Cuz I’m about my buisness 
I’m about my image 
I’ll See you at the scrimmage 
Fuck you snake bitches, who be switching up, and snitching to the feds 
Fake bitches, got me twitching up, I’m tweaking off the meds 
Take prescription, perc addiction, I got demons in my head
make stitches, fuck the opps, I leave em dead 
I’m American so I’m a doer boy 
Leave you lost, like Bermuda boy 
Gimme that head, then call me her Tudor boy  
Finna up the ruger boy 
Got that shooter beaming 
like a demon outta Dover
racing rarris, rovers
cops gon pull me over 
ask me if I’m sober 
I’m loosing my composure 
his hands all on his holster 
not acting how I’m ‘posed ta
my life a roller coaster 
double cup in my coaster 
Ayy 
Fuck you snake bitches, who be switching up, and snitching to the feds 
Fake bitches, got me twitching up, I’m tweaking off the meds 
Take prescriptions, pill addiction, I got demons in my head 
make stitches, fuck the opps , hallow out they head 
Fuck a fed, and fuck a cop man 
I bop my my head, like a rock fan 
Taking meds, taking Roxanne’s 
If I nod my head, give me narcan 
Like a marksman, leave my mark man 
If you narc man, you a marked man 
Got a dark plan, like a shark man 
Got no heart man, iornheart man, 
Like I’m Tony stark man 
keep an arc in hand 
Like I am iorn man 
I’ll Up the iorn, man
Light up your Entire clan, 
Ayy,  
Fuck you snake bitches, who be switching up, and snitching to the feds 
Fake bitches, got me twitching up, I’m fiening for the meds, 
Take prescriptions, pure addiction, I got demons in my head 
make stitches, fuck the opps , fill their brain with lead 
tend to loose my head, 
I abuse the meds,
I can’t feel a thing inside my head, 
think I need some Sudafed, 
Who da feds? I’ll shoot a fed! are you the feds?
 Or are you the shadow that stands beside my bed? 
what’s going on inside my head? am I dead? I Can’t be alive, cuz I feeling so undead,  
Put a beam to ya head, that’s called infrared, 
Hollow out his brain, make it fuckin’ spread, 
Empty out the skull, and filled it up with lead
Fill it up with lead, do anything for that  bread,
Even sell your soul, then let it get to your head, 
Satans in control, thats why you feeling all that dread, 
I cant be controlled, I just say what’s in my head, 
Only be with shooters, fuck ‘round and you get bled, 
I can hear ‘em hating, but I’m gon’ get to that bread, 
Demons conversatin’, that’s just the voices in my head, 
I can hear ‘em hating, but I’m gon’ get to that bread. 
I can hear em hating, but I’m gon’ get to that bread. 
I know that They be hating 
But I’m gon’ get to that bread, 
I know that They be hating,
But I’m gon’ get to that bread

Pills and Ammo

Lyrics :

I get this feeling
that it’s all my fault,
when I know it’s not true
I just don’t know what to do,
And I get this feeling
that it’s all my fault,
And It should have been me
why did it have to be you? 
I’m lost in my mind, heart
My body and soul, 
Sometimes I just need, 
somebody to hold
Feel the pain when I bleed
I Got this heart made of gold, 
I need to be freed
I know the devils in control, 
Because this life that I lead 
it’s been taking its toll,
out here selling my soul
feels like I can’t be consoled, 
I Crush another pill
until I’m feeling cold, 
a rush and a thrill
this shit is getting too old,
And Now it’s surreal 
you fucking took my bro, 
guess I got what I wanted 
because now I don’t feel, 
I’m Haunted for real
like, how the fuck do I heal? 
I’ve been rolling, like a wheel
Too busy Balling, Shaquille, 
And I get to feeling
like it’s all my fault, 
Living too fast 
life without hault, 
And It gives me the feeling
that it’s all my fault, 
Take all my feelings 
lock em up in a vault,
Openly wounded
And I feel your salt, 
My Mind is polluted
A demonic assault, 
I feel convoluted 
Reset me to default, 
take all my feelings 
Lock em up in a vault,

My Fault V2

Get Money Gang -TRUTH - Levi Chauvin 
EST 504⚜️Nola.    Producer: KevinBape

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