Pistol P Project

Jugghouse

Tay Capone - Way Back When

L.A Capone x RondoNumbanine x Play for keeps R.I.P L.A

I'm Still a Hitta

L's (Anthem)

Signed to the Streets

52 Bars, Pt. 2

Hittaz

Bang Bros

Edai - War (Remix) (Feat. Lil Durk) 2014 New Bricksquad/FBG Diss

Rondonumbanine & L'A Capone - Play For Keeps

My skins cracked 
snap Crackle pop feelin 
like the kraken 
devastating monster
On your block 
but its the hate you gave
That made me this way
red bloody and hurt
With High Anxiety & muddy 
to make things worse
Spurts of energy 
short lived and it feels like 
i’m getting kicked 
from behind in the ribs
 with a steel pipe
I’m dirty, 
worked 5 weeks 
n haven’t seen a penny
Surely any memory 
i had is at risk with
health deteriorating 
mentally draining
 i’m mirror hating 
Here in my bathroom sink 
Is a refreshing drink of tap water, 
peroxide and rubbing alcohol 
beside a bottle of xxx and dye
Cast a spell For me 
and lift this hex to the skies 
In a home 
where the windows are broken 
From my ex with a front door 
kicked in. I’m vexed
stirring in self loathing resentment 
In a room starting to spin. 
Don’t take it out of context
I can’t sleep and i’m out of suboxen 
before my problems drop in 
the last nail of my coffin 
and i become one with
darkness and i greet nyx 
in the orgasmic macrocosm
of cosmic consciousness 
But Buried in the necropolis 
mummified. organs outside 
my sarcophagus in jars 
ferry me to the afterlife far. 
Before I close my eyes I feel warm
Focus i know this war is far from over
The Ferocious tides seasick in an ocean
Of dope, coastin’ go in see the doctor
Adding more disorders To the whole list
These locusts behind Enemy lines like trojan
Eating me alive under skin. Horse flies 
flesh rips from Death grips 
losing my mind
Can’t get a head start
my eye sight tunnels
gone In funnels of red 
but in hindsight
 this blinding bright light 
in the Fog from the barrel 
was probably God
I only point the finger where i point the blame
Aimed at myself cocked and locked but damn
I didn’t expect the gun to jam
Years after the fight in the raw 
These bugs crawl, still here using after bite
Everything wrong Nothing right 
Its not fair, 
Who cares never apart 
from where migraines are 
hot n burning these opiates 
don’t deny pain they enable the yearning
like a stain These damaged receptors 
Remain taking the reigns to my earnings
i can’t manage or abstain from the pain 
I obtain without some kind of 
connective access 
to muscle relaxants 
hypersensitive. 
My hypertension is right there 
on the fence when
i’m trying to nap in 
a pile of bloody napkins. 
Disappointed and tired 
Sick of asking for help As skin 
keeps reacting To the dust
And everything foreign
Being on fire Scratching and finicky 
Why is it scorchin
I can’t imagine
What a beautiful life would be
What the fuck is generosity? 
I know Genuine and sincerity 
like i know trigonometry 
Blow me skippy 
Is what i say to the doctor
And i made it clear
Don’t know me  proper
Cuz you went to college 
and experimented 
with marijuana Don’t know me
you Prescribed me 
Medication too high 
for my dollar
My body owes me nothing
Your supposed to
Until you can homie
 holler
Just cuz you have a 
Degree in college 
And you’re smarter than me. 
Don’t mean 
I don’t know my own body
I’m medicated

Medicated

Ballin Dese Bitches

52 Bars, Pt. 2

Lil Durk

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