LYRICS: 

FIGURE OUT WHO I ROLL ON
AIN'T SHIT THAT I TOLD EM
100K BEEN THE MOTIVE
BOUGHT DRINKS AND I'LL HOLD EM
MONEY CAME WHEN I SHOWED EM
GIVE A FUCK WHAT I OWED HIM
SAME SHIT THAT I'M LOADING
NEVER BEEN WHERE HE GOING

THAT'S HIM IN THE BACK?
HE SEND IT WE SENDING IT BACK
FUCKING RELAX
RUN OUT THE SHIT LIKE IT'S TRACK
I AIN'T NEED TO RAP
NOBODY ME THAT'S A FACT
DO THE SHIT FOR A RACK
TELL HIM WE KNOW WHERE HE AT

I'MA DO IT AGAIN IMA MAKE IT PROBLEM
SAME SHIT WHEN I CALL 'EM
WANT IT BACK WELL I GOT 'EM
HE GOTTA KILL ME
HE GOTTA HIT WHENEVER I'M WASTED, SOBER AIN'T REAL ME

PUSSY MY FRIENDS DON'T CATCH SHIT
LAY HIM DOWN WHEN IT'S DARK OUT
I BEEN MOVING HELLA DIFFERENT I DON'T WANNA TALK BITCH I WANNA A CHECK NOW
ONE STEP FOR THE BLACKLIST
YOU AIN'T NEVER COMING BACK BITCH
WE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOUR BROTHER BET WE PUT HIM UNDER I AIN'T EVEN CHECK SHIT

HE SHOULD'VE KILLED ME THE SECOND HE WANTED ME DEAD
I KILL A BOTTLE WHENEVER, IT PUT HIM TO BED
HE 'BOUTTA DIE FOR THE FUCK OF IT MADE IT A BET
IMA SIT BACK AND JUST WAIT ON THE SHIT IMA GET

MADE ANOTHER LIKE IT'S AUTOMATIC IMA NEVER BE THE ONE TO GO
WATCH 'EM HIT THE FUCKING GROUND FAST LIKE WE BROUGHT A GUN INSIDE THE SHOW
EVERYBODY THAT YOU FUCKIN WITH IT'S BEEN ANOTHER ONE THAT I KNOW
I DON'T REALLY FUCK AROUND WITH IT IF THE MONEY COME TOO SLOW

DEATH AIN'T SHIT
MAKE THAT BOY MY BITCH

I BEEN SLEEPING IT OFF
BET HE CAN'T TOUCH THIS SHIT I GOT THIS SHIT DON'T STOP
TRYNA FUCK UP A COP
I GO 30 FOR 30 I NEVER BEEN PUSSY SHIT LOOK AT 'EM WATCH

I BEEN FUCKIN WITH THE SAME SHIT
SPENT TOO LONG WITH THE SAME BITCH
SUCK A DICK 'CAUSE THE PLAY SWITCH
I DON'T TAKE SHIT 'LESS I MADE IT
FUCK IT I AIN'T TRYNA WAKE UP
LACE SHIT THAT YOU BREAK UP
I DON'T LIKE Y'ALL FAKE FUCK
DUMB SHIT Y'ALL MADE UP

YELLING FIRE IN A MOVIE THEATER [PROD. BIV]

@sol-filshie

lyrics:
uh 
alot of people say i never miss uh
rapping since 16 i take a break but never quit uh
take another swig out of the bottle then i piss uh
then i give my son a sibling with the semen out my dick uh
lookin at my bitch i hit that uh
uh pussy get back uh
gun on my body equip that uh
gotta put ammo in my drum

send a rapper back to school
none of that shit you do is cool
you get smoked like a juul
you get smoked cuz you a fool

baby i been working on my life for a miniute
if you wit it
hands up
i dont care if im the villain you gon get it
thats right
work so i could have a life and some childnre
lets go
happy life and i could finally say i did it

i did it that would make my father proud
made it out the murder capital and won from underground
how that sound
good til then im scrating like a dog up in the pound
and if you get up in my way just know im finna shoot it down

pt 2

uh
i will not be censored 
i wll nevr listen
i know they would do anything to be in this position
uh
pussy run yo mouth why dont you stop the bitching
go start a petition
i never did this shit for recognition
uh
now im on it and im being honest
i been speaking english you talk in ebonics
follow my god to the lands thats promised
never fit in i always been the oddest
making a profit
coppin a watch see the clock and i stop it

chain smoke a pack of cigarettes my lungs dont work
thoughts in my head louder than a black church
paranoia telling me i gotta act first
uh
aint nobody better than anyone at worst

pt 3

pull up to yo venue better get my respect
i aint even on the bill still im making yo check
any nigga run up on me know im breaking his neck
pussy talk all you want but it dont got no effect
myspace
this is my space
this is my way
working monday back to friday to have a nice day
aint nobody tell me how to live get out of my face
you couldnt last a day as me, you cant eat off my plate

you get fucked fucked fucked
up up up
you aint fucking with me or the gang cuz we get buck
you get dumped dumped dumped
in a trunk trunk trunk
better watch where you stepping cuz round here you get slumped

check the power in my mental cuz my shit running on low
i been dreaming of a shotgun to my head i wanna blow
think you know me no you dont
lately i been feeling stuck up in a black hole

its just like that
thats a life fact
i been up late
tryna fight back

from these demons that reside inside my skull
deep thought thinking do i really even want it all

pt 4
paranoid person feel like a lost soul
taking every rapper dump em in a black hole
murder what she wrote
im up at yo throat
everybody dies so pussy you gotta go

i been feeling colder than a river in the winter
everytime im hungry eat a rapper up for dinner 
calling up my father and he tell my im a winner
cutthroat
gang staying sharper than a splinter

time isnt real it dont matter what you do
aint nobody got a clue
what the fuck is going on man
i dont know
i get a new mission get equipped i gotta go
you are not an enemy you barely just a foe
everybody on that old shit let a nigga grow
i come from a place where you get b-b-b-b-b-

MALFUNCTION

pt 5

life never been fair for anybody
feel depression in my body
love dissociation fade to black my vision getting foggy uh
aint nobody like it when a nigga saying how he feel
all these niggas superficial aint nobody keep it real

im just saying that shit is stupid you walk around like you clueless

half of yall on bars and act retarted
kill yo brain and think that you an artist
me and all my niggas work the hardest
you put on a front and think you heartless
flex the gun we all know you heartless

i am tired of seeing these faces

yeah
i done said it all before
blood leaking out my pores
i decided to down a bottle cuz its easy to ignore

easy to ignore whats in front of me
easy to ignore all these pussy lame wannabes

Listen

BRAINDRAIN(PROD.SOLSA)

PROD. SKOTSKR

LYRICS:

KEEP A VEST ON MY BEDSIDE TABLE
FIGURE OUT A WAY THAT I COULD STEAL FROM A LABEL
WHY THEY LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M SO FUCKING UNGRATEFUL
AND THIS SHIT NOT DIFFERENT BITCH I BEEN UNSTABLE

LIKE I'M OFF MY MEDS
IF I EVER DID GET 'EM I'D SELL 'EM
I REALLY NEVER GAVE A FUCK WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME
AND I COULD GET YA BOY STUCK DON'T FUCK WITH ME

STEP ONE DRINK A LITTLE TOO MUCH
STEP THREE WRAP THE BITCH UP IN A TRUNK
TELL THE POLICE YOU DON'T KNOW A GOD DAMN THING CAUSE YOU NEVER REALLY DID KEEP UP
ASK FOR DIRECTIONS YOU NOT REALLY FROM 'ROUND HERE
YOU BEEN REALLY ON THE MOVE LIKE ALL YEAR
AND YOU DON'T CALL SHIT HOME YOU DON'T GOT ONE
ONLY BOUGHT A GUN 'CAUSE YOU LOVE TO SEE THE COPS RUN

I REALLY TOOK A BITCH BACK WHEN SHE PLAYED ME
AND THEN I FUCK AROUND AND NOW I GOT A-
AND IT'S UP WHEN YOU FUCK WITH MY PAYCHECK
YEAH WHAT'S UP YOU WANT BLOOD I GOT PAY BACK

I SEEN MY FACE ON THE TELEVISION TURN IT UP
I GOT EVERY OTHER REASON I SHOULD RUN IT UP
AND I FEEL LIKE I'M WORTH 'BOUT A HUNDRED BUCKS
I COULD UP IT IF YOU MOTHERFUCKING GIVE IT UP

WHAT'S IN YOUR WALLET
WHAT'S IN YOUR POCKET
WHAT'S IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BACKPACK STOP IT
AND YOUR BRAND NEW PHONE THAT YOU CALL BITCHES ON AND YOU TELL 'EM THAT YOU WISH THEY WOULDN'T TALK SO MUCH 'BOUT ME
IT'S ON ME
I BEEN SITTIN' BACK CHILLIN' FOR A MINUTE
I SHOULD REALLY GET BACK ON MY BULLSHIT YOU KNOW WHEN I TELL 'EM IMA KILL 'EM IF THEY FUCK WITH ME

WRAP SHIT UP
BACK NO KILLA
TOOK MY BLOOD LIKE YOU ATE MY DINNER
FUCK WITH MY NAME WATCHING ICE GET THINNER
PISS ON YOUR GRAVE I'M A GOD DAMN WINNER
SHIT THAT'S IN MY POCKET TAKE YOUR GOD DAMN SKIN OFF
TELL THAT BOY TO WATCH HIMSELF 'CAUSE I'LL SPIN 'EM
TELL HIM MYSELF BITCH I'M FUCKING Y'ALL SISTERS
KILL Y'ALL SELF 'FOR YOU GET SHIT TWISTED

BACKPACK

I might quit making music soon, so fuck it here's some good energy

TOO LATE(PROD.SOLSA)

Art by: @c3of
if u have to put on a front to make people like you then u arent being urself and thats lame as fuck. i stopped drinking and doing drugs to better myself and my life and cant be taking shit so serious. you can do it too, i love you and thank u for listening.

lyrics:
rap another verse about cars
this shit a facade
get on my knees
say a prayer
im in need of allah
drop bodies face down
parking in the garage
im a bad bitch
on stage like nicki minaj
how the fuck you selling
dope
when you hide in the screen
label got you by the neck
but its all for the streams
i come out on stage
smiling
like im out in a dream
think you hot but how the crowd
gone pop when you leave
everyday
something different
guess im the physician
i aint whippin dope
but i could make a bop
in the kitchen
writing bars down
making beats
while im doing dishes
everybody else 
worried bout
they money and bitches

feeling good about my work
send you niggas to church
i could make a couple bands
just by dropping the merch
this is life baby
how the fuck you stop when it hurt
whether rap or not im whipping in the wok
till im dirt
rap a verse blindfolded
with rocks on my hands
i aint stopping drop the music
cuz ill die for my fans
so raw 
bitch ill rap over some pots and the pans
terrorist tendencies 
im like osama wit bands

came from the burgh
thats a murder capital of new york
aint no acap
but boy i love to eat me some pork
niggas see a opportunity
then wanna support
kill a rapper wit a hockey mask
like that was a sport
put that lean down nigga
its a brita inside
getting crunk inside the function
like im brokencyde
you still rap but you got kids
nigga handle yo life
we all numbers to the governent
and tryna survive

i remember that one time
i took some shrooms in the desert
i thought everything was fucked 
like ill never do better
now i got my own crib
provolone goat and cheddar
on tour in the summer
give fuck bout yo  header

religion for them niggas who 
aint experience hell
im spiritual a couple months
ago i went there myself
now im rollin down deep
like my name is adele
only by gods grace
that nigga cxrpse will excell

OSAMA WITH BANDS

lyrics:
i just be doing me
whenever
they tryna talk i ignore
it whatever
im doing fine
never been better
go get ya bitch
cuz im getting her wetter
look at the bag
ya i am a getter
riding around with the
plague on my sweater
osama my bro
and he up in my header
every nigga cant up
in the center

ya 
i be chasing 
the diamonds
like minecraft
you aint made 
out of stone
i see fine cracks
man im washed up
how the time pass
but still they never
rapping like that

uh
i just be grinding to get it
ya
never gon put on a image
uh
crip walked in the game and i shitted
uh
joe biden stuter 
when im spitting

what he do with it?
spend it! x8

slide up on the beat
then i rap like dat
i feel like im yeat 
cuz im sorry bout dat

now they finally
tryna pay some attention
while im tryna 
rap and clean me some dishes
i aint never 
care bout money and bitches
now im older
feeling colder than frigid
now im just havin fun
you could go flex with a gun
whatever they do its already been done
no reason to hate cuz we already won
and none of these niggas be 
running the ones
stupid ass nigga you look like a bum
no more running round my head 
to find a reason to exist
know they stay mad cuz they know
i never miss
if you cant take the heat then you should
prolly go and quit
fuck school fuck a job tell em smd

WHAT IF YEAT WAS IN MINECRAFT MINING DIAMONDS(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

MENACE(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

lyrics:
everynight i wanna 
run away
daydream 
thinking bout a better place
cant look me in the mirror
cuz i fucking hate my face
i bet if i died it would be 
a holiday
giving my all to be better
but whatever 
niggas want me to be lesser
everyday i feel
more pressure
to the lyric down to letters
insecurity
inside of me
im sober just
in spite of me
no human can inspire me
and i wanna retire please
i been doing all this shit
for years
just to fuck up my own 
life and spending nights
in drowning tears
everybody tryna hate me
but i made it a career
battle suicidal thoughts
and demons talking
in my ear

i 
am so tired

why
do we desire

i try
live life with liars

if i died
one more time ill get higher 

bitch im done from working all day
bitch i grind so i could get paid
you put on a front cuz you lame
all you got a pussy ass brain
i cant take it you are the same
i just wanna go learn a trade
get off the mic and go run a fade
hate yo life cuz everything fake

i thought music was so fun
flexing bitches totin guns
should known
from the day i started 
doing it won
but 
now im getting older
and one day ill have a son
and before i die like you
i wanna win and then be done
i cannot be a statistic
younging was a misfit
lost a lotta friends
’17 yeah i miss it
they could never do 
it how i do while doing dishes
been sold out shows
go and buy a ticket

IM SCARED TO BE 30 AND STILL RAPPING LIKE YOU NIGGAS(PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

i dont like when people
dictate over my happiness
bout 6 months now,
with my friends fuck dapping it
yeah im still rapping 
fuck but im living so dapper and
im sober its whatever
niggas aint never graspin it
niggas never would listen
when you try to be better
no more givin into vices
selling happy for pleasure
wish i never grew up
idolizing the cheddar
love so many people
but ill never be better
for em
im self centered
thinking that its all about me
thats a problem
i could never wish away when i breathe
leave
my presence in the venue
every time that we leave
think i love it but
im crying every night in my sheets
then i bleed
self harm
scars
blood in the tea
suicidal thoughts
linger
in the presence i bring
the only present that i think is
me
dead in the breeze
summer sunlight
beating down my head 
with the trees

i call my mother
im asking if she proud
i lied to her the other day
saying i was down
so she could say she love

or i could maybe frown
or feel something
other than right now
the liquor too strong
yeah i relapsed
i dont give a fuck about me
tell em run it back 
cuz every single day im smiling 
holding back an attack
of panic cuz my nerves
is getting frantic in the chat

i would get it if you left
i dont fuck about me 
or a check
the money fucked me over
made me think i was the best
my ego got big 
now im sitting here depressed
wanna kill myself
but i dont wanna hurt you next
i hate every word
that comes with my breath
all i ever brought to this world
was stress
insecure, maybe thats my test
ill never be better
so i aint checkin my texts

i got a bottle in one hand
my life in the other
if it was up to me id throw it all
away in the gutter
i know you care
but my heart sliced
through like some butter
feel like nobody understands
what its like to be under
ground
not my with my music but with my heart
when it all goes down
whos there with me in the dark
like im not sitting suffering
dying with all the art
like this arc dont suck
this shit is just getting hard
and harder

self assured serenity

LIL THREADD