2pac - Only Fear Of Death Remix 

Garage Music Group ® 2022

2Pac - Only Fear Of Death (Remix)

2PAC - California Love Y'all (Remix) ft. Dr. Dre

LION GANG - Gangsta

Tupac - Aint Mad At Cha Remix

Pressure Talk

GARAGE MUSIC GROUP 2025


[Verse 1]

Mask on tight, no name, no face,
Talk real slick? Get erased, no trace.
Glock got a twitch, it don’t wait, it race,
Slide through your block like it’s Hell’s front gate.

No love here, just death and desire,
Move like smoke with a soul full of fire.
My brain got wires that spark like a liar,
One wrong step and your crew expire.

Heart gone black, can’t feel no mo’,
Just cash, revenge, and a silent .44.
You pray to God, I pray for war,
’Cause I wake up thinkin’ who to bury next door.

Draco got drums like a trap parade,
Hollow tips talk, make your thoughts cascade.
Snakes in the grass get diced, fillet’d,
We don’t do peace — just pull, then fade.

[Verse 2]

Mind on edge, I don’t blink, I bite,
Paranoia deep, I don’t sleep at night.
Voices talk back when I kill that light,
I don’t trust shit — not wrong, not right.

Gun in my lap like a fuckin’ pet,
Whisper to the clip: “Ain’t snapped yet?”
Click-clack boom, now your shirt all wet,
I paint my rage in a red vignette.

No remorse, I was born in the pit,
With hyenas who laugh when your coffin don’t fit.
I don’t aim for legs — I don’t warn, I hit,
You beg for life, I just grin and spit.

Ops move slick? We spin like blades,
No talk, no mask, broad-day raids.
Fuck your crew, fuck your name, fuck grades —
I learned to count bodies, not accolades.

[Chorus]

We don’t feel pain, we don’t bleed,
Came from the dark, we the ruthless breed.
Mask on, guns out, let the demons feed,
You pray to God — we just proceed.

No rules, no peace, no pleas,
Walk through hell in designer sleeves.
You talk real tough, but we kill with speed —
Fuck your block — this our creed.

[Verse 3]

Cops on the block but I still won’t duck,
Bitch, I’m a ghost — can’t chain this luck.
Came from the mud with a blade and a buck,
Now I’m eatin’ with wolves while your team get stuck.

Shots ring loud like a trap drum set,
I don’t need clout, I need blood and debt.
Killers move silent, got zero regret,
You flex on the ‘Gram, I flex with threat.

Chrome so clean, it reflect my rage,
Every round dropped is a brand-new page.
If I see that face, I don’t gauge —
I just raise that arm, release the cage.

Real don’t run, real don’t beg,
We shoot from the hip, we snap like a leg.
Fuck your crew, your set, your flag —
You breathe my air, you die in my drag.

[Verse 4]

I talk to the dark, it talk right back,
Said “bring more pain” — so I load that Mac.
I move like smoke in a concrete trap,
Every brick I touch, turn ghost or crack.

Hunnid on my head? Better double that bet,
‘Cause I sleep like a king with my boot on necks.
You text for peace? I send back threats,
Your life just numbers — I play that set.

I was built in flames, ain’t nothin’ to prove,
Been dead inside since I lost my crew.
You want my crown? Then run, make moves —
But watch your step — one slip, you lose.

Last breath sacred, mine come slow,
I live too fast, I die too cold.
This breed don’t break, we just reload —
You bark too loud — we explode.

[Chorus] X2

We don’t feel pain, we don’t bleed,
Came from the dark, we the ruthless breed.
Mask on, guns out, let the demons feed,
You pray to God — we just proceed.

No rules, no peace, no pleas,
Walk through hell in designer sleeves.
You talk real tough, but we kill with speed —
Fuck your block — this our creed.

(Outro)

You thought this was music?
Nah… this is blood talk.
Where I’m from, we don’t write songs…
We write warnings.

Ruthless Breed

GARAGE MUSIC GROUP 2025

⸻

Verse 1
Raised by the wolves but I led like a king,
My brothers got stripes, not a single gold ring.
Used to sleep with the roaches, now we toast in the Range,
Enemies ghosted — that’s the Lion Gang’s range.

We don’t play nice, we don’t make peace,
We don’t talk much, just spray, then feast.
From a Glock with a scratch to a Draco kiss,
We been takin’ souls like the reaper’s list.

My day ones starved with me, bled with me,
Now they roll with gold fangs, no sympathy.
You talk shit once, then you hide for years,
We put your name on the wall, then we drink to cheers.

My pain run deep, got the hood in my scars,
Used to pray in the dark, now I play with stars.
I ain’t talkin’ astrology — that’s red dot beams,
Put fear in your dreams, we the blood in streams.

⸻

Chorus 
Lion Gang, motherfucker, we don’t break, we bite,
Pull up in your street like we own the night.
From the trap to the top, yeah we paid that price,
Every war we fought came with blood and ice.
We don’t bend, don’t fold, we rise and bang —
Remember the fuckin’ name: Lion Gang.

⸻

Verse 2 
Bury my sins in the back of the block,
Got shooters with triggers they treat like a Glock.
No face, no case — we vanish in flame,
Got rich with the risk, not a deal or a name.

You saw us at nothin’, we turned that to reign,
Made a throne from the bullets and ash in the lane.
My lil bro got hit, so the war got real,
Now I sleep with a vest and I eat with steel.

Ain’t no fake shit in my family ties,
You either bled or you dead, ain’t no alibis.
Grew up on pain, made a home outta fire,
Now I spit hell every line, every bar’s a wire.

Watch how they fold when the gang walk through,
We ain’t here for the fame — just revenge and the crew.
From the gutter to glory, the story ain’t sweet,
We lions, we savage, we kings of the street.

⸻

 Outro
So next time you speak, put respect on the chain,
We the roars in the dark — this the Lion Gang.

Lion Gang

High Status

GARAGE MUSIC GROUP 2025

[ Intro ]
Silk on my skin… steel in my breath.
I don’t hunt. I wait.
If you’re reading this… you’re already late.
This is how killers speak. Quiet. Precise. Icy.

[Verse 1]
Silk on my chest, steel on my waist,
Champagne breath, but my moves don’t taste.
Whispers in clubs, I don’t show face,
But if you say my name — they clear that space.

Midnight scent, but my soul all ash,
I don’t shoot first, I just let it flash.
You post your guns — I’m gone in a flash,
I dress in sin and I bleed in cash.

Whip so clean, I reflect that fear,
Don’t need to scream — my silence near.
When I walk in rooms, the tension smear,
I ain’t loud, but I end careers.

My kill list gold, my drip on ghost,
Cut through lies like a dinner toast.
No mercy left, no need to boast —
I leave with ice and I haunt like smoke.

[Verse 2]
Cufflinks drip while I scope that head,
Move so clean, like I float on lead.
No past ties, I cut that thread,
I don’t chase beef — I serve it dead.

Backseat loaded, thoughts in chrome,
Silencer on, but the pain full tone.
No screenshots, no texts, no phone,
Just blacked out glass and a war-born tone.

Pull in quiet — valet know code,
Keys in hand, but I ride in cold.
You want my crown? That story old,
I write in steel, and I sign in gold.

Front row silence, I don’t clap back,
I just make sure you don’t get back.
Step in silk, but I slide off track,
And I don’t aim twice when I move in black.

[Chorus]
Silk on skin, but my heart on lock,
Move like smoke when the night go dark.
Gold on teeth, but I bite like shark,
They talk loud — I don’t even bark.

Shots don’t echo when the soul this cold,
Drip too rich, but my aim stay bold.
Whip no tags, and my face unknown,
Kill in style — leave ‘em iced in tone.

[Verse 3]

I don’t flinch, I just measure space,
Watch your breath while I map your fate.
Velvet gloves but the grip don’t wait,
When I say move — that becomes your date.

No past love, I cut ‘em clean,
Soul too dry for a glossy scene.
I don’t toast wins — I sip, unseen,
In a room full of smoke with a king’s routine.

One look freeze what a Glock can’t do,
My silence louder than your whole damn crew.
Don’t chase bodies — they come in queue,
Another day, another suit, same view.

Every line I spit got a kill behind,
Every smile I fake got a lie confined.
I live too cold, I breathe designed,
And I shoot like art — clean, refined.

[Verse 4]
They crowned me sharp, not for charm or light,
But ‘cause I walk through fire in all-white nights.
Pain my fuel, and the blade my rite,
And I never miss when the aim feels right.

I built this life from the ash and chrome,
Never had roots, just war and roam.
Now I speak in code, and I dress in tones,
They quote my steps like a king on stone.

My name ain’t loud, but my impact deep,
You flex for noise — I flex in sleep.
I play for keeps while y’all play for cheap,
I own the throne — you lease that seat.

Final touch when I leave that hall,
Silk don’t stain, and I feel no fall.
This crown got weight, but I wear it tall —
Killers don’t cry… we just watch you crawl.

[Bridge]
I don’t move fast…
I move right.
I don’t talk much…
I talk when it bites.

Some count money.
I count exits.
Some chase light.
I sharpen silence.

[Chorus X2]
Silk on skin, but my heart on lock,
Move like smoke when the night go dark.
Gold on teeth, but I bite like shark,
They talk loud — I don’t even bark.

Shots don’t echo when the soul this cold,
Drip too rich, but my aim stay bold.
Whip no tags, and my face unknown,
Kill in style — leave ‘em iced in tone.

[Outro]

No medals. No names. No mercy.
I don’t need applause — I need angles.
They remember noise…
But they never forget silence in silk.

Silk & Smoke

GARAGE MUSİC GROUP 2025

(Intro)
They gave me rules… I gave ’em fire.
They gave me silence… I answered with sirens.
This ain’t about rebellion.
This is reconstruction.
Now watch me burn the blueprint.

(Verse 1)
Told me sit still — I broke that chair,
Said don’t fight back — I slit that stare.
They built their walls — I lit that flare,
Now the smoke rise high when I breathe that dare.

Never fit books, I just broke in pens,
Wrote my name in the cracks where the rules got bent.
They had degrees — I had cement,
Now I build empires where their grades can’t rent.

Mind on blaze, I was raised in rage,
Flipped that script, tore out the page.
System blinked — I hacked the cage,
Now I run wild with a kingpin gauge.

Back then locked, now I own this map,
Grew from dark, never wore no cap.
They still teach fear — I just teach snap,
They build fake gods, I just write my wrath.

(Verse 2)
Tried to make me fold — I bent that steel,
Tried to make me beg — I banned that feel.
Classroom lies? I don’t sign no seal,
I got scars for grades, and rage to deal.

Suits in towers never fed my block,
They teach control — I just picked that lock.
You pledge allegiance — I build from shock,
Now my voice too loud for your dead-end talk.

Hood-raised, code-trained, mind on breach,
Every bar I drop like a flame through speech.
Break your oath, burn your preach,
This ain’t a dream — it’s war I teach.

Blueprint gone, now I draw with pain,
System crash when I bleed that brain.
You built gates — I built flame,
Now I walk through law with a custom name..

(Chorus)
Burn the blueprint, I don’t read your laws,
Built from chaos, I don’t need applause.
Raised by fire, I don’t fear no cause,
I bend the world ‘til the system pause.

Fuck your throne, I craft my place,
Don’t wear crowns — I brand my face.
Born for war, not made for peace,
I don’t fit in… I increase the heat.

(Bridge)
I wasn’t made to obey.
I was made to notice the cracks.
To break what they swore was perfect.
To burn what they prayed would last.

They called it law.
I called it a trap.
They called me lost.
Now they copy my map..

(Verse 3)
Graduated from the gutter, got no gown,
I earned my crown where the kings get drowned.
They taught the climb — I burned that mount,
Turned failure’s bones to a wealth account.

I speak in code they can’t decode,
Took my rage and wrote in bold.
I don’t retweet, I reload,
If I fall, I do it cold.

Sparks in my breath, I was born to ignite,
Rules ain’t law when you write in spite.
Tore their books, set fire to type,
Now I print my truth in a warlike rite.

No suit, no tie, just heat and grin,
I flip that desk, I stab that spin.
This ain’t school — this blood gets in,
You grade with ink — I score with sin.

(Verse 4)
This throne don’t sit — it walks in flames,
Made from nights they forgot my name.
Now I own the halls they tried to tame,
And I etched my will on their broken frames.

Your idols fold — I just stand,
They beg for change, I built the land.
I speak in storms, I kill on brand,
They bow with chains — I rise, unplanned.

Final breath feel like ten years earned,
Talk that war? Better hope I’m burned.
I lead the wild where the calm gets turned,
This ain’t your turn — it’s my world churned.

So I light that torch, I lead that fall,
Burn the past, and I burn it all.
Blueprint gone, but I built this wall…
Now I don’t knock — I crush through halls.

(Chorus x2)
Burn the blueprint, I don’t read your laws,
Built from chaos, I don’t need applause.
Raised by fire, I don’t fear no cause,
I bend the world ‘til the system pause.

Fuck your throne, I craft my place,
Don’t wear crowns — I brand my face.
Born for war, not made for peace,
I don’t fit in… I increase the heat.

(outro)
No instructions left.
No lies to follow.
No fear to feed.
I rewrote the rules. With scars. With war. With me.

Burn The Blueprint

GARAGE MUSIC GROUP 2025

(Intro)
I don’t beef, I execute.
I don’t stream, I flood the root.
Y’all love views — I love proof.
You rap for shows — I rap for truth.

[Verse 1]

You dance on tracks like clowns in heat,
Act real deep but your heart too sweet.
Post that fit, but it’s rented flex,
IG fame don’t cut real checks.

Got 3 rings, 2 whips, 1 mask,
But never wrote truth, just trends you blast.
You ain’t seen war, just reels and views,
Talk pain but your trauma come in shoes.

Your life’s a loop — copy, paste, and post,
Livin’ off hype like a party ghost.
Swipe that beat but the soul’s not there,
Rap with glitter — I rap with glare.

Clickbait bars, all style, no spine,
Brand deals bigger than your punchline.
You a puppet on a TikTok loop,
I’m a demon with a pen — now welcome to the booth.

☠️ [Verse 2 ]

Voice like syrup, soul on mute,
Can’t hear pain through that processed flute.
Notes so soft, I might just nap,
Y’all lullabies — I snap, then slap.

You pitch that tone like you bleed codeine,
But your tears fake wet like a movie scene.
Floatin’ on pads like a synth in sleep,
Talk about hell — you ain’t been six feet.

Auto-Tune gods, but you broke offstage,
Got no bars — just a vocal cage.
Verse look shiny, but it’s hollow wax,
Can’t spell struggle — just contracts.

Fake heartbreak, in Gucci tears,
Studio scripts for your rented fears.
Sing about guns but can’t hold one still,
I bleed on tracks — you overdub kills.

[Chorus x2]

This ain’t rap, y’all playin’ dress-up games,
Flexin’ fame but can’t spell pain.
Ghostwrite flows, autotuned shame,
All bark, no kill — just blame.

I don’t tweet threats — I write obits,
Mic’s my blade, and I slit myths.
You act kings, I act real grit,
Line ’em up — every clown gets clipped.

[Chorus x2]

This ain’t rap, y’all playin’ dress-up games,
Flexin’ fame but can’t spell pain.
Ghostwrite flows, autotuned shame,
All bark, no kill — just blame.

I don’t tweet threats — I write obits,
Mic’s my blade, and I slit myths.
You act kings, I act real grit,
Line ’em up — every clown gets clipped.

[Verse 3]

You pay for rhymes like hoes pay rent,
I craft my war — your line gets bent.
Credit your boy but the verse got leaks,
Say you “wrote this” — that ain’t your speech.

You rap in suits, I rap in scars,
You paint gold pain — I spit jail bars.
Say “from the mud” but your past too clean,
You cappin’ in Dior with your label’s team.

PR campaigns make you sound deep,
But your eyes too soft, your soul too cheap.
You hold that mic like it burn your hands,
I hold it like steel with a goddamn plan.

Say “real talk” but you sign that script,
Get coached on pain that you never lived.
I rap from graves, you rap for fame,
We ain’t the same — don’t play that name.

[Verse 4]

Never did time, but you scream “locked up”,
Posted that chain but you leased that truck.
Flashin’ a Glock like you know that steel,
Last time you bled was a dentist drill.

Say “gang gang” but you ain’t no threat,
Whole damn set never seen no sweat.
Claim your hood but your map says mall,
Say “trap king” but you missed that call.

Paint your tats but they peel like truth,
Your ink got lies — mine speak my youth.
Popstar prince in a trap disguise,
But we see the fear in your branded eyes.

No scars, no court, just filters and lights,
Real ones silent — you post your fights.
This is war in bars — not clout or trend,
I bury whole careers by verse — the end.

(Bridge)
Street ain’t threads, it’s blood and nights,
Pain ain’t posted — it steals your rights.
You claim the dark but shine too clean,
I drown my light — that’s real unseen.

(Outro)
I walk alone but I leave no doubt,
No tour, no post, just bodies out.
When I spit — they start to pray,
RAP REHAB… this Judgment Day.

RAP REHAB (Kill The Clowns)

GARAGE MUSIC GROUP 2025

(Intro)
Rain on my window, pain in my chest,
They say life’s a test — I’m cheatin’ death.

(Verse 1)

Mama workin’ doubles, bills on the table,
I learned young — pain don’t come with labels.
Cracks in the walls, cold in the air,
Pops in a cell, but I ain’t shed a tear.

Shoes too tight, heart too big,
Dreams full of fire — soul doin’ bids.
School ain’t teach me nothin’ but lies,
So I wrote truth where the bullets fly.

First check — dope in a shoebox stash,
Feelin’ rich, but the moment don’t last.
Got chased, cuffed, judged by fate,
But I smile — I was never born to break.

Scars on my knuckles, sins on my name,
Raised in the dirt, but I spit that flame.
I ain’t a product, I’m the whole damn store,
They want peace? Then don’t start no war.

(Bridge)
I ain’t chose this life — it chose me loud,
I walk with ghosts, but I stand so proud.
If I fall, let it echo through blocks,
My truth ain’t clean, but it still talks.

(Verse 2)
Now they shake my hand, say “you the king,”
But I see the envy tucked in bling.
Fake love heavy — it bend my spine,
But my name carved in this city line.

Boys I bled with now post my flaws,
Snake in the crew? Cut ‘em with pause.
Never needed ‘em, just stayed loyal,
But loyalty dies when it touchin’ the spoils.

Heard rumors, saw them texts,
Same ones I fed now wish me death.
But I ain’t soft, just slow to burn,
When I strike — ain’t no return.

Eyes wide open, no blink in pain,
They play gods — I just break their chain.
Don’t pray for me — pray for peace,
I’m the calm storm, I never cease.

(Bridge)
Y’all play pain, I breathe it deep,
Every smile I lost — I keep.
Now I wear rage like fitted chrome,
I ain’t lost — I made this home.

(Chorus)
We came from nothin’ but we leave like kings,
Truth in the dirt, but I spit with wings.
They fake the war — I lived that mess,
My past got knives, but I wear no vest.

They chant for likes, I write for souls,
Each line’s a prayer, each beat consoles.
If they forget me, let it be known —
My voice was a weapon, my pain was home.

(Verse 3)
Met her when the nights still held my doubt,
She saw gold where I saw drought.
Held my gun, wiped my tears,
Promised she’d wait through all these years.

But war ain’t fair, and time ain’t soft,
Letters stopped — my compass lost.
Heard she married some suit uptown,
Guess love ain’t built for battlegrounds.

Now I sip pain through paper cups,
Still hear her laugh when the music cuts.
But I chose the streets, chose the game,
And she chose peace — I can’t blame.

So I write these bars like tombstone scripts,
Every verse — another crypt.
Love’s a ghost, I let her fly,
But damn, she the reason I never die.

(Verse 4)
If I die today, tell ‘em I bled proud,
Never sold soul, never kneeled down.
I ain’t perfect, but I ain’t fake,
I gave real — what more they take?

The cops still hunt, the system lies,
The youth still lost in coded skies.
But I write so they find the path,
Even if it’s wrapped in smoke and wrath.

My name ain’t big, but it echo deep,
Bar for bar — I never sleep.
They got fame, I got wounds,
But my truth play loud in empty rooms.

So plant my verse where roses die,
Let it bloom under blood-red sky.
This ain’t rap — it’s a legacy carved,
One mic, one soul — battle-scarred.

(Chorus x2)
We came from nothin’ but we leave like kings,
Truth in the dirt, but I spit with wings.
They fake the war — I lived that mess,
My past got knives, but I wear no vest.

They chant for likes, I write for souls,
Each line’s a prayer, each beat consoles.
If they forget me, let it be known —
My voice was a weapon, my pain was home.

(Outro)
Streetlights dim, but my flame still glow,
Bury me with bars — not fame, just flow.

Thorn &Glory

GARAGE MUSIC GROUP 2025

(Intro)
I came from nothin’ but blood and silence,
Now my words cut deep like organized violence.
Money talks, but I speak in coffins,
Slide through your block, no mask, no caution.

(Verse 1)
I don’t shake no hands, I break your fuckin’ spine,
Gold teeth flashin’ while I’m sippin’ on crime,
Chain cost your rent, bitch—step outta line,
I’ll have your mama cryin’ over chalk outline.

Cocaine whispers in designer boots,
I’m the devil in silk, ain’t no fuckin’ excuse.
Click-clack – that’s the drum on my name,
I ain’t just rap, bitch, I’m war in a frame.

I fucked up the game while you beg for a spot,
You suck dick for clout, I sell pain that’s hot.
Every line’s a bullet, every hook’s a threat,
I got killers that pray with a blade at your neck.

Private jets, but my soul still bleeds,
Roll with suits that commit dirty deeds.
From the mud to the throne, no love in my chest,
Put your name on a shirt, fuck peace, I bless death.

(Verse 2)
Shooters on payroll, loyalty’s priced,
One word from me and your whole fam iced.
Cartier frames, but I see through your soul,
Fake thug talk, I make legends fold.

I built my name from cocaine and pain,
You built yours from likes and thirst for fame.
Fuck your chain, I melt that shit for fun,
Then serve your girl while she’s holdin’ my gun.

Every city I touch, I own that turf,
Your crew play gangsta, I show them worth.
I baptize beef in a bathtub of blood,
Got priests in the trap throwin’ curses in mud.

I don’t do features, I do funerals, bitch,
If I speak on a beat, it’s a motherfuckin’ hit.
You still dream of deals, I own the suits,
And I still break jaws in luxury boots.

(Chorus x2)
Fuck peace, I profit from chaos and pain,
Mob ties tighter than your bitch’s chain.
Death in my eyes, but my wrist on froze,
You talk loud, I move quiet — that’s how it goes.

(Verse 3)
They want me dead ‘cause I speak too real,
But I’m still here with a blacked-out steel.
Sippin’ on trauma, I toast to sin,
While your crew folds — I just fuckin’ grin.

Patek on my wrist, blood on my sleeve,
Every smile I show hides a dozen grieves.
You pray for peace? I load my clip,
Put names in dirt — then ghost your clique.

I run with killers that never post,
We don’t do dances, we do silent toasts.
I lit up blocks for less than a word,
Now I earn stacks while you beg like a bird.

Your trap talk’s faker than your girl’s moan,
While I built empires from a half-burnt phone.
I’m the nightmare that your idols fear,
Fuck a threat — I bring death near.

(Verse 4)
I was broke, blood-soaked, with nothin’ to lose,
Now I’m rich, ruthless — I pick and choose.
I made it off pain, off scars and dirt,
Now I count M’s while I lace up a shirt.

Fuck your deal, your chain, your label’s cut,
I own my masters — and your bitch, slut.
You floss fake racks, I move in vaults,
Fuck 12 too — I don’t plead, I assault.

I fed rats poison with a smile on face,
Then lit cigars over their cold-ass case.
Gold teeth flash when I bury a name,
No RIP, just a kill-count game.

Don’t compare me to these TikTok thugs,
I’m war-born, forged in slums and drugs.
If rap’s a throne, then I sit with scars,
Made a crown from shells and prison bars.

(Chorus x2)
Fuck peace, I profit from chaos and pain,
Mob ties tighter than your bitch’s chain.
Death in my eyes, but my wrist on froze,
You talk loud, I move quiet — that’s how it goes.

(Outro)
No love, no mercy — that’s how I live,
Took the streets, gave nothin’, but still I give.
Names get buried, but my throne remains,
I die a king — surrounded by blood and chains.

No Mercy

(Intro)
Raised in blood, baptized by the game,
Family tied hands now pointin’ in blame.
I seen love turn fake for a Benz and a chain,
But I stayed solid — through fire, through rain.

(Verse 1)
Started broke, dirty hands, empty plate,
Now it’s Audemars dreams and armored gates.
Whispers in the kitchen, snakes at the table,
Blood thicker than water — until it ain’t stable.

Mama cried when I left, said I’d die young,
Now she rides Benz while my chain weigh a ton.
Friends turn ghost, loyalty sold for fame,
I tattooed pain deep, not just a name.

I fucked models while planning the block’s next move,
Engine growl in the night — matte black, bulletproof.
They said I’d fall ‘cause I never switched sides,
But I own stocks now, and a dozen mob ties.

Choppers in trunk, trust in none,
The game got rules, but I rewrite for fun.
From the gutter to gold, I never begged,
Your idols stream clout — I cash real checks.

(Verse 2)
Rode through fire with devils in suits,
Watched my day ones trade hearts for loot.
Gold don’t blind me, I see your truth,
You fake rich — rented pain in a Gucci boot.

They kiss the crown just to poison the king,
I burn that throne, made mine from sin.
She love the cash but not the scars,
Tryna heal with hoes in foreign cars.

I got family I don’t trust, friends I outgrew,
They smile wide, but they ain’t crew.
I’m the storm in silence, wrath in silk,
A lion in Lambos, soul built on guilt.

Private flights, but my demons still board,
Pop champagne, but remember the morgue.
You sold your soul for a feature and chain,
I flipped mine, made legacy from pain.

(Chorus x2)
Street made me, money changed ’em,
Kept it real, now they fake just to frame him.
Gold chains, but the pain still gleamin’,
Loyalty’s dead — I’m the last one breathin’.

(Verse 3)

Taught myself to walk when they cut my legs,
Now I run banks, bury snakes in dreads.
I don’t vent, I invest in rage,
Turn my trauma to checks, ink pain on page.

They love your fall, but hate your flight,
Wanna sip your fame, but duck your fight.
I’ve been robbed, lied to, stabbed and framed,
Still came back bossed up, untamed.

My heart’s gone cold, iced in trust,
You want real love? That shit’s just dust.
Grew from dirt, now I bloom in gold,
But my roots still deep where stories unfold.

No pastor prayed when I lost my soul,
I found it back in a .44 hold.
From the trenches to yachts, I rose in blood,
And I’ll die on ten toes before I fake this thug.

(Verse 4)

I don’t chase fame, I chase my name in stone,
Lion Gang prints on a king-made throne.
You rap for trends, I rap for scars,
Your top 10 list? Just a deck of cards.

They flex online but fold in war,
I speak my truth, you sell folklore.
Every line I spit got bodies in it,
A whole damn past in a couple minutes.

The game’s polluted, I breathe pure rage,
Still I walk calm, like a lion uncaged.
You ride waves, I cause the tide,
They build illusions, I provide the vibe.

From dead phones to designer suites,
I still walk like I carry the streets.
Never sold out, just bought my worth,
And I’ll die with pride or not at all — first.

(Chorus x2)
Street made me, money changed ’em,
Kept it real, now they fake just to frame him.
Gold chains, but the pain still gleamin’,
Loyalty’s dead — I’m the last one breathin’.

(Outro)
Ain’t no second life, just this flame I lit,
Buried pain in bars, now the world gets hit.
Lion Gang lives — etched in every line,
You can kill the flesh, but not the spine.

The Last Spine

(Intro)
Raised by silence, trained by pain,
Loyalty burned — now I bleed in flame.

(Verse 1)
Momma cried, I was five with no lights on,
Learned to fight shadows ‘fore I turned the mic on.
Hunger pains taught me more than a priest could,
Bible full of blood, tell me where peace stood?

Teachers said I’d die, never leave the hood,
Now I drive by slow, just to see if they good.
Cops beat my cousin, judge gave him ten,
He was fifteen — tell me, who the fuck sinned?

My daddy left, but the street showed love,
Till they pulled steel, now he’s floatin’ above.
I buried hope next to dreams I killed,
And poured out liquor for the blood I spilled.

They said “trust God,” but he ain’t write back,
So I trust this Glock with a chrome kickback.
If loyalty’s gone, what’s left to lose?
Just a man with a past and some old war shoes.

(Verse 2)
Fake smiles turn to blades in my sleep,
Now I move silent, scars run deep.
I seen homies flip like coin toss games,
Now their names just smoke in memorial flames.

They ride Benzes but rent respect,
Talk about pain, but never felt the wreck.
I came from roaches, gunshots and mold,
Turned every bruise into platinum gold.

Media paint me like I’m born to sin,
But I bled for this — where should I begin?
I’ve seen prayers rot in alleyway drains,
While devils wore suits and profited gains.

Feds plant dope, then kick your door,
But the church stay quiet, just prays for more.
So I built my faith from bullet shells,
And made a home in my personal hells.

(Chorus x2)
Born in the fire, I ain’t made for peace,
Loyalty’s dead, now the wolves unleashed.
Trust no soul, I just trust my piece,
Heart went cold — now I feast with beasts.

(Verse 3)

They watch my rise with envy in glass,
Smile in the front, talk shit when I pass.
I built mine from bricks they threw,
Now I stand tall while they lie in dew.

Gold on my wrist, pain in my stare,
Still feel broke, though I breathe in air.
Champagne toast but the blood don’t fade,
You can’t erase war with a Louis suede.

They want my crown but can’t wear this weight,
This throne got bodies and a cursed fate.
Every friend gone — some dead, some switched,
So I ride solo, my circle’s stitched.

I don’t fear death, I sip it slow,
Every night’s a prayer with a chrome halo.
Tell ‘em I came with hell in my lungs,
And left with peace when the last breath sung.

(Verse 4)

No love left — I buried that deep,
Right next to dreams I no longer keep.
Talk cheap, but my life cost stacks,
Every scar I got paid in blood contracts.

They mimic pain, I embody it raw,
Raised by wolves that obey no law.
They scream gang, but fold when it’s time,
I seen lions starve just to watch them climb.

Bitches love the image, not the war I bled,
Wanna touch my soul? Better crawl through dread.
I walk in smoke where angels choke,
My truth too loud — it don’t need to be woke.

So fuck their likes, and fuck their views,
I spit for ghosts, for my dead-ass crews.
Final breath? Might be mid-verse spoken,
But long as I’m here — the code ain’t broken.

(Outro)
Grave full of kings — I’m the last that spoke,
Left my truth in flames, let the silence choke.

Ashes of Loyalty

God, if you hear me — why the fuck I’m still cursed?
Why angels die young, and demons get reimbursed?

(Verse 1)
Fuck the system, I was born in a cell,
Mama cried blood, while they laughed in Hell.
Priest touched kids, but I’m the one they blame,
Sayin’ I’m evil ’cause I rap with flame.

White man rich off the hood I bled,
Still throwin’ cuffs while we bury our dead.
I don’t need peace — I need revenge,
Gimme that Glock with the fucked-up lens.

They want me silent, knees on neck,
But I speak truth, so I’m next on deck.
God don’t reply, so I sin with pride,
Tattooed pain where my soul once died.

Fake thugs talk but never ride,
I lost real ones while their mamas cried.
Now I write bars like I write obits,
Each line a bullet — I don’t miss, bitch.

(Verse 2)
Used to ride with ‘em, now they ghost in the wind,
Same ones who’d die for me turned fake kin.
Money changed hearts, now they dress like saints,
But snitch on the low, hide behind restraints.

My circle got smaller, my pain got loud,
Now I talk to the dead when I move through crowds.
These bitches want love, but I trust no soul,
Rather sleep with my Glock than a heart gone cold.

They label me thug, but I live this code,
Buried my brother in a suit I stole.
Ain’t no peace talks, just triggers and fate,
You either shoot first or meet Hell’s gate.

No medals for us, just scars and dirt,
Pray with a blade tucked under my shirt.
So fuck your awards, your charts, your fame —
I spit for the kids in the streets with pain.

(Chorus 4 Bar – Repeat, Delivered Heavier)
Can’t kill truth, bitch I bleed with proof,
Screamin’ “fuck peace” while I load this truth.
My name ain’t rap — I’m war in the booth,
You hear me spit? That’s the sound of youth.

(Verse 3)
Industry fake, they pimp our pain,
Sell our trauma like it’s Gucci chain.
They want me clean, but I came from grime,
I spit for the broke, not your Spotify shine.

Labels want slaves, not soldiers with rage,
So I tore the contract and lit that page.
I ain’t your puppet, I’m fire uncaged,
Runnin’ through hell with a verse engraved.

Media twistin’ my words like snakes,
Actin’ woke while they boostin’ fakes.
I ain’t no mascot for peace or pride,
I’m the fuckin’ storm that the calm can’t hide.

Say I’m too raw, too street, too black,
But this is what happens when you push us back.
So if I die, don’t pray, don’t cry —
Just scream my bars to the blood-red sky.

(Verse 4)
Blood on my boots, truth in my spit,
Raised on pain — never learned to quit.
Bury me broke, but my name still gold,
‘Cause I spoke shit these cowards won’t hold.

Fuck your trends, I’m a legacy breed,
I feed on wounds, where your idols bleed.
Rap ain’t style, it’s survival mode,
I carved my pain on this microphone.

Haters talk tough but fold in dark,
I built my name where the devil parks.
Each verse a tombstone, each bar a blade,
I cut deep truth — let the lies degrade.

Ain’t no heaven for the ones like me,
Too loud for angels, too real to flee.
So when I go, let the streets decide —
Did I die a man, or just multiply?

They killed the flesh, but my voice won’t fade,
Carved in pain — every lyric I laid.

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He started his music career at 2010. First he made some sick beats at home. In 2013 he build and choose his studio name is Garage Music Group and made some professional sick trap and hip hop beats. Her friend said him he can write and make rap songs. He tried makin rap several times, listen his songs 24 hours. If he find any mistake he tryna fix it. In half of 2013 he begin share his songs in his facebook and twitter account. And now , he wants to be a number 1 in the rap music industry.. #LIONGANG #GMG #REALSHIT

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