E.V.I.L EP

(prod. Yung Pear x Knotibli)

5.

Lyrics:

{Chorus}

Suicide run, this that Try Me if you wanna

Hand on the gun, but my finger in ya mama

Comin wit the drama, take away ya daughter 

Where that bitch belonging from the streets to the Bahamas

Yeah

Type of bitch to take you shopping

Then she got yo wallet throw it down on you to cop it

Dead people in my pockets, babygirl I got options

We gon skip the talkin, cut the nonsense, get to noggin

Uh

{Verse 1}

She want me to put on all her friends

Love game intense, playin love games in tents

Got me in a trance, thinkin I might let her in

But my heart in a trench, preparation for the Endz

She ain't part of that trend

Hit my DMs beggin, when I'm whippin in a Benz

If I even get it, maybe then we make amends

But for now keep steppin, that's a pass like a test 

{Chorus}

Suicide run, this that Try Me if you wanna

Hand on the gun, but my finger in ya mama

Comin wit the drama, take away ya daughter 

Where that bitch belonging from the streets to the Bahamas

Yeah

Type of bitch to take you shopping

Then she got yo wallet throw it down on you to cop it

Dead people in my pockets, babygirl I got options

We gon skip the talkin, cut the nonsense, get to noggin

Uh

{Verse 2}

But what about the post

Get what I get, after that let her go

She ain't gotta let me hit, I'm just tryna get to know

30 seconds in, yeah that woo can hit the road

Ain't no head on them shoulders, jus a face bitch

Take yo bread, when she older, need a face lift

Brain dead, she gon fold and never pay shit

Hit my bed, that girl better not be aimless

{Chorus}

Suicide run, this that Try Me if you wanna

Hand on the gun, but my finger in ya mama

Comin wit the drama, take away ya daughter 

Where that bitch belonging from the streets to the Bahamas

Yeah

Type of bitch to take you shopping

Then she got yo wallet throw it down on you to cop it

Dead people in my pockets, babygirl I got options

We gon skip the talkin, cut the nonsense, get to noggin

Uh

{Verse 3}

I'm the venom in the fang

Burnin comin in, and I'm running everything

From the bottom to the brain, fuckin up your DNA

I ain't saving you from pain, you unchain the demons cage 

Tricks up my sleeve 

Someone shoulda told ya not to fuck wit me

I ain't gonna let you come and dunk on me 

In this game 23 bitch I'm coming with the heat

ENDZ2 (prod. Yung Pear)

(prod. Epik The Dawn x Knotibli)

1.

Lyrics:

{Verse 1}

Stop the chatter 

Focus on this ladder 

I been quiet for a minute, but I'm coming big and badder

All them bitches thought i'm finished, that ain't shit but a stagger

Flip the switch in my business now I'm stacking up like platters, aye

Feeling like I'm livin in a different life

I'm indecisive, my choices rollin dice

Stuck inside got me digging at my mind

Reconstruct my time, I been living on the grind

Used to hating it, 

Making time, just to watch your partners wasting it

Sick of racing it

You say its fine, I listen to it, I'm erasing it

Enemies aint shit, but snake bites are dangerous

{Chorus}

I'm cutting ties, now I'm feelin to just fly

Sick of all the lies, lil homie you full of pride 

Need to cut you down to size, for wasting all my time

Razor edge knife, cut you out, this shit is mine

{Verse 2}

I don't think you understand, come back to me witcha head straight

Dead wake, learning how to bake in this bread race

Sayin grace, cuz these pussies want a fair chase

You gon break, I ain't looking for a fair-pace

Taught myself, brought the energy off my shelf

Magician never tells, but I let my brain melt

Built it back from the shell, like I was sittin in a cell

Mental fucking hell, prison cages where I dwell

Little different now, I been mixing sounds

Tryna figure out this fuckin life shit and I'm missin out

Wonder how, do I get those ones to listen now

Needing found, gettin lost in this thunder cloud

Sun beaming, but my head cloudy wit demons

Stuck seein all these nightmares when I'm not dreamin

Crazy in the evening, E.V.I.L. comin out this season 

When we get to breathin in, then Every Vill Is  Leanin

{Chorus}

I'm cutting ties, now I'm feelin to just fly

Sick of all the lies, lil homie you full of pride 

Need to cut you down to size, for wasting all my time

Razor edge knife, cut you out, this shit is mine

{Verse 3}

This shit mine lil homie, I thought you known this

I got drive, no thumb, and a hunger like the homeless

Imma space you out Son, like you burnin out of focus

Punching lines like I'm jokin, but I'll swarm you like a locust

In my vision I'm different, a separate self image 

About now I'm feelin twisted, deaf to health critics

I been thick in my business, gon excel the limit

Gettin big in my head, check the self admittance 

But I know I'm gifted, I'll get you scratched off

Not talkin lotto, talkin bout writin pads raw

Got em all, scrapped verses that'll top your all

Tryna brawl? My words will make you pop a Tylenol

I been moving improving up in the silence 

You a fool to be foolin wit us, we violent

We ain't new but we knew when to keep it quiet

Put you to sleep, get used to the back of your eyelids

{Chorus}

I'm cutting ties, now I'm feelin to just fly

Sick of all the lies, lil homie you full of pride 

Need to cut you down to size, for wasting all my time

Razor edge knife, cut you out, this shit is mine

E.V.I.L

(prod. Epik The Dawn x Knotibli)

2.

Lyrics:

{Verse 1}

I been feelin hit, from the bottom of the pit

All I do is spit, like a quitter little bitch

What the Hell is this? Thought the Devil caught my wish

Throwing 'round drip, like the ice around my wrist

But I'm ready, 

Cold wind in the Chevy

Drop the top off like the bitch too heavy

She gon top me off then I'm Headed to the next B

Dont test me

Aces in the left sleeve

Got a whole suit for you lil pesties

Keep ya lips from runnin loose when you address me

I'm the type to bruise your brain, dont press me

Lose the head, lil kid you dont impress me

Steps away, from the insane, this ain't no guessing game

Thoughts hit me like a train, I don't feel the same

I been swerving in my lane, but i never drank

Fuck it hit the bank, get Uncle Sam lit today

{Chorus}

Get the checks, and I do it, no nike

Slave to the system, they dont know I got the right key

Pace around thinkin, let a motherfucker spite me

Spewing hate, when you tryna sound jus like me

{Verse 2}

Why you tryna fight it

Im the Lightning and I'm coming with the fire

Like a dragon bitch whats happening 

I been spazzing, alzheimers 

Talking pants, you a liar

Seepin lips the igniter

Carbonize you're whole attire

Burnin up my pads, got more sheets than a dryer

Screamin please, someone come and bring me back to peace

I'm on my knees, gritting teeth at the fuckin scene 

No make believe, you don't gotta make up shit to me

I can see

Right through your words like between the lines

Behind the scene, workin raps into Overtime

Snoozin out the burdens, check the watch its Quaren-time

Stuck inside, curvin woo's I want more wit mine

{Hook}

Get the checks, bitch I do it in my nikes

Fuck the key, dunkin 3s, run the jump like Mikey

Stumpin these, money trees, I'm one to want it nicely

Come and see, what I speak, them Thunder 1s is Pricey

{Verse 3}

So I'm,

On the low tryna focus on my dough

Barely gettin by, cuz the other store closed

You steppin out of line, it went up your fuckin nose

Playin slip n slide, guess we lettin wind blow

Flyin over heads, gotta slow it down wit it

Makin back my rounds, CC-I am never finished 

Down till I'm winnin, keep these eyes on the vision

Turning tides when I'm rippin, recognizing thy addiction

Get it I'm in mud, but I'm good on the bitchin

You don't wanna see the flood, dam water get to ripplin 

Shit can get abrupt, Pompeii, I'm gon erupt

Stomp a couple bucks, all day, pay up

I'm doin laps in this dirty ass cash race

Ain't no time for a date, push it out the way

Better know I'm counting K's when I graduate

Get you schooled at the bank, exponential rate

I been flippin, spinning digets, like a Jackpot

Pull the pin and fuckin grit until the cash drops

Let it live from within, break the padlock

Now I grin, water glint, and you Land locked

But it ain't never all about the liquid

Unless I'm hitting on a lick, thats a different picture

Talkin bout feelings, it don't hit me like it hit you

Know I'm fucking great, don't try to make me feel special

I got curses, fight wit em, call em verses

Cuz its me versus them, they gon put me in a hearse

Its been, blurred like some motherfuckin censorship, 

But I surfaced right in time with extendo clip

{Chorus}

Get the checks, and I do it, no nike

Slave to the system, they dont know I got the right key

Pace around thinkin, let a motherfucker spite me

Spewing hate, when you tryna sound jus like me

IN$IDE

(prod. Epik The Dawn x Knotibli)

3.

Lyrics:

Speed-dial Doctor

We don't give a fuck unless you comin with some shottas 

You ain't bouta stop us

Makin bands try to top us

You ain't got the product

Like you fall shit and lost it

Gettin Teased by the commas 

Call me Kamikaze, 5G with the Bomber

You don't want these minds to ponder

Get your whole world somber

Hahahah

But I'm vivid with the madness

Livin twisted in the system 

Bustin through the door what's happening 

Makin magic on the daily

If you want me bitch then pay me

Ain't no shit, gon derail me

Keep the aces, I been Fail-Free

Tell me, never seen whats comin till it fails me

How the fuck you damage me?

In my process, makin progress, on some projects

Thinkin bout the shit I said out of context

Fighting with myself, watching issues get complex

Studying the vibe, what face do I put on next?

Fuck it dog, I ain't tryna listen

I been missin more than hitting,

But, I ain't no perfect image

Overthink, I get distant

At the brink, in an instant

Tryna keep myself from slippin, 

Meditation ain't different

Never sippin

But I'm Loco in this prison

Never knowing where to go and I been scoping for my vision

In the system like a joke when you been laughing out of focus

Hoe I thought you known this

Don't get struck out by the cobras

Packing in the grass, slither mackin got no backs

These motherfuckers spreadin cap get a cap

I been crazy with the raps, never lazy wit my racks

This a mainy ass world, I got my demons runnin laps

Stacking up the tracks, like some chips or liquid cash

Take a trip into the mist, equip my clip let's hit the dash

Mind racing quick, drippin sweat like I'm on blast

Half the time I'm fine, flip the switch and now we back

Uhh

Self harm? Only in the mental ways

Got me feelin scarred, but I'm healing up like every day

Gettin paid, bar to bar I'm jottin shots insane 

Talkin drank? Get this bullshit up out my brain

Let it bang, quick inflicted, witness zero pain

What's the gains? Drop the hate, numb like novacain

But I can't go to waste, I ain't burnin in the flames

I been straining for the strain, lemme claim the money train

In my brain warzone, like the Trojans

Thinkin bout boning, but I also hate the notion 

Goin crazy through the motions, feelin like I'm damn no one

Step to me'll get you no love, I might split yo head open

I'd say fuck it but I love it

Thoughts of destruction

Got all alarms buzzing

Red lights, no Mars, but I'm watching cars run it

FIGHTING WITH MY$ELF

(prod. Yung Pear x Knotibli)

4.

Lyrics:

Man I promise 

You gon trip out all the doctors 

Bullets ripping through ya hit medulla oblongata 

Fuckin with the squad, get connected and we gotcha

Wifi shit, ain't no Funeral or Carter

But I'm feelin jus a lil bit Wheezy 

Health down, wealth up, bitches wanna please me (FEAT. IanCakedUp)

I remember broken words, shattered hearts, gettin greasy

Made a promise to my mom she gon see me on the TV

Fame and fortune, done with all the torture

Ups and downs, all around, call it what you wanna

Rollercoaster rides, when the track is outta order

I don't wanna love again, this that PTS Disorder

Sick and twisted let my soul get wicked

Catch you when you slippin, keep yo thoughts runnin vivid

You dont wanna see me livid, cuz I'm ballin like Pippin

Slice with the venom, hit em twice with the vision

{Chorus}

I been thinkin bout the end for days 

Empty stomach emptier dinner plate

Lookin for the way outta this maze

I been lost now I'm trying to escape

(×2)

Cut the brakes, I ain't dealing with another stall 

Hit you 13 times I ain't try at all

You ain't built for this shit, you gon take the fall

Whats a throne to a motherfuckin wrecking ball

Self destruction, that's the end of that discussion

Break myself down, turning nothin into somethin

When we get to bustin, we gon put it in yo stomach

Banana clips, we ain't talkin muffins

Get the bread, runnin through the bank quick 

Make deposits, carrying Ks is dangerous

Never know, in the middle of who's aim you is

Break the bricks out, now you gettin blamed for this

Cash flow, that's the only thing I know

Whip slide low, watch me shine, hit the glow

9 in the ride catch 9 to the dome

Keep myself protected cuz I dont trust a soul

Listen

Fuck love, all that shit jus gotta go

That's a whole world quaking, and its dominos

Soon as 1 fall, there goes the whole store

She say she love me, but that's the road I dont go

Wont go, nah I ain't about it bitch

I ain't tryna be yo mans, you jus want the rich

Bad water, but you really tryna take the risk

I'm a shark in the sea, but theres plenty fish

{Chorus}

I been thinkin bout the end for days 

Empty stomach emptier dinner plate

Lookin for the way outta this maze

I been lost now I'm trying to escape

(×2)

Cut the brakes, I ain't dealing with another stall 

Hit you 13 times I ain't try at all

You ain't built for this shit, you gon take the fall

Whats a throne to a motherfuckin wrecking ball

Self destruction, that's the end of that discussion

Break myself down, turning nothin into somethin

When we get to bustin, we gon put it in yo stomach

Banana clips, we ain't talkin muffins

E$CAPE

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