NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET (PROD. JXYLN)

trunk (prod session1974)

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Lyrics: 

Walk it like i talk it, til i blew that nigga mind
He said he got problems can we break the nigga spine
If he still alive then best believe he’s paralyzed 
Ima overkill fuck it ima blow his mind

Set the bombs off
Ima set the bombs off

I don’t like that nigga or they fucking politics
Walk up in the building then i kill their government
Then delete the president cause he keep on signing shit
Ima watch you suffer when i pull this fucking switch

What is that, i dont fucking know but i made him fold
Run it back, why that nigga speaking that lil boy aint bold
Kill on sight, cuz that nigga moving like he wanna die
Suicide from the fucking mission time to blow his mind

Set the bombs off
Ima set the bombs off

SETITOFF /FxCK YA LxCAL PxLITICIAN/(prod. BRONK)

mask on 9 up creeping thru the alley 
And my pistol got a kick like O’Malley 
I was in the cut by the Northshore river
Talkin bout pain? I don’t flinch I deliver
You ever seen tears on a ski mask?
Talkin to a Glock like Please don’t relapse
Saying it’s survival but it’s deeper than that
When the squad show love but the fam fall back 
ive been slipping when im tripping
blowing vapor like its misting
Every day im slipping
cross me now u missing 
I be stitching up my wounds 
that ive had since the womb 
Gonna feel it to my tomb 
its ok ill see it soon
im tryna feel as high as the first time i took a hit
it never fit i be shoving weed up in the spliff
been a shy boy since i was young jit 
Know i still smoke even when my lungs itch
im in the cemetary hanging with the gloomy gang 
pass the blunt back and forth like a boomerang 
im doing laundry like the way im hitting all the stains
I gotta stock pills in my pocket for the pain
mask on 9 up creeping thru the alley 
And my pistol got a kick like O’Malley 
I was in the cut by the Northshore river
Talkin bout pain? I don’t flinch I deliver

Produced by oceanash

Ski Mask Tears

[Lyrics]

(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

(Verse)

Bodies hit the floor when jesus need to pour a fucking cup
Never go to church, my faith is in the glock I fucking trust
Taking nine lives with the nine when I let it bust
Tripping off a strip I eat the shrooms as well to level up
Speak up 
Tweaker
Got you on your knees begging please to the G not to leave you cheesed up 
Breathe
Breathe 
Imma make you bleed
I’m a one man army, no swiss, this steal ain’t cheap

Hit the floor
Make em hit the floor
When the ammo go
Chopper on my hip that’s holding tits it let the corpses roll (x2)

Double D’s with the 223’s make your body fold
Pull up to the funeral to make sure that the casket closed
Brought a burner to the church and burn the mass to ash for sure
Imma turn your whining into blood and leave the altar soaked


(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

Holocaust (prod. Requiem Cult)

TURN THIS UP (DUST HILL EDITION)

LIVEBYYOREP!

Black Crow & White Snow (Prod. Kevlar West)

Like the way that she shaking Up my life , no escaping 
Bitch bad but she fake, yeah I was left waiting 
Thought I had you but I wake, yeah  fuck it now breaking
All I got is the from the dealing that I’m making 
Late night in my thoughts I be closing walls 
see your number in my phone thinking bout that call 
wanna be dead in my head , wanted you stay 
what did I do, did I say 
tell it to my face 
Reminicing us kissing now Im alone I hope u glad
I swear this ain’t living The chemicals what I’m mixing it’s bad 
Now you missing My feelings dimissing I’m taking a dab
Never finding no bliss I just sit by myself in my pad 
New shit in my brain 
New phone who dis 
Same clip to my head 
Hollow point never miss
Think about the words you said 
Yeah I can’t get a grip 
Do u miss me in your bed 
No I bet you never did 
I’m on your pillow, what is this a dream 
stuck in my head waking up it’s just me 
kissed by the lake, cut initials in a tree 
Can’t go to that spot cuz I feel lonely
outta sight but never out my mind lately 
I Go from boston to Florida like I’m tom Brady 
All these bitches hate me, faking me out, tryna change me
I got the chrome to the dome, finger off the safety 
Like the way that she shaking
Up my life , no escaping 
Bitch bad but she fake, yeah I was left waiting 
Thought I had you but I wake, yeah  fuck it now breaking
All I got is all this cash from the dealing that I’m making 

Produced by oceanash

Missing Bliss

Whack bitch
Whack 
She just fucked me for her self esteem, what? 
You cannot touch me, a fantasy you dreamed up 
So sick of all these fake fucks, they don’t speak up 
Another one in my fridge I had to freeze up 
Beam up when I grab the nine 
Drink white wine 
Gloom emerging from the sea, that’s my team, my sign 
playing ouija with the full moon, the stars aligned 
demon keep on telling me to end it all I think it’s time 
I smoke strains, load clips then dump 
I don’t feel pain i am too numb 
I like the dark hair witches, under spells they cast 
make the planchette move, Screaming “yeah oceanash”
Pour up the cup, got the sky turnin’ violet,
 Racks in my pants, can’t fold it, can’t hide it
Staring up, is the answer in the ceiling?
Everybody left, all I have is the dealing 
think that you can grab my vvs?
Shine too hard, i blind your set.
Talk too loud, get silenced, no SMS.
I don’t fuck with no whack bitch I just stack checks
Whack whack bitch 
Whack 

Produced by oceanash

Whack!

Neck cold, cuz I didn’t check the forecast
Whip clean, valet too scared to floor that
Ice talkin got my chain doing interviews
Pockets like the bank, every bill got a different hue
Yeah this pain like the plug it got a different blue
Thc mixing in my cup, fuck that bitch I’m thru
Benjamin keep on stacking, rip the penjamin I’m gone
Dozing off the edibles so i can reach another dawn 
Want an eight, ok, lemme get the scale  
Selling to a baddie, black hair, she pale
Want that blunt get me fucked up, but it’s stale 
I be smoking all my profit, lose sale 
Chase tail, caught up in the details, fuck fake females
Off the addy off the rail
She a baddie but she lie 
Shawty had me in the sky but she saying goodbye
I was high, now im coming down and I cry
Don’t believe a thing they do
Let her go  be a hoe 
In my pocket got a blue
I take it and I float 
All these bitches bitching
Hennessy I’m sipping with the coke
On a mission, and I’m tripping every time a baddie ghost
I got these problems, voices loud
I hide my face all with a shroud 
Don’t fuck with you, don’t fuck with crowds 
I’m stacking dollars, mama proud 
Couple tabs in my mouth I’m licking
I’m off the acid tripping 
Looking in the mirror sipping 
Holy shit my face it dripping 
Neck cold, cuz I didn’t check the forecast
Whip clean, valet too scared to floor that
Ice talkin got my chain doing interviews
Pockets like the bank, every bill got a different hue
Bitch 

Produced by oceanash

Dreams Of You

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