Anywhere

Know that bad bitch I’m a gangster and you a bad bitch

Knowthat.m4a

Mixed & Mastered by Black Emigo
Produced by Kokurcho
Cover made by Black Emigo


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Left for dead

Crazy Life That I LEad

This Crazy Life I Lead

Sorry Momma

Lyrics


Creepin’ out the cut, I got the blade up in my coat, yuh
Smokin’ on that pressure, I don’t ever need to gloat, nah
Runnin’ through the city like a phantom in the smoke, huh
Ghost ride the Chevy, I ain't never see the road, uh



Wrist ice cold but the soul stay hot
Clock tick slow when the heart don’t stop
I don’t need fame, I don’t flex on a opp
I just keep movin’, let the .808s knock  and i and i and i

Hunnid deep, circle tight, like a ritual
All black fit, low brim, lookin’ spiritual
Came from the dirt, now my aura look mythical
You were never real, boy your vibe too typical

[VERSE 2 — even harder, double-time flow]
Grippin’ on the wheel with a full tank of hate
Never miss a shot, every word my fate
Too fast for the fake, too slick for the snakes
If you movin’ outta pocket, get erased like tape

Moonlight drippin' on the chrome in the night
Phonk in my lungs, got me feelin’ so right
Bass hit low like a kick to the spine
Every bar cut deep like a blade in a fight

Shadows in the rear but I never look back
Too locked in when I slide on a track
Talkin’ that cap? Better check that fact
I was born in the dark, you just lit that match

Rise from the grave with the flame in my chest,
Voice in my head sayin’ “never no rest,”
Wheels still burn when I slide through the hex,
Pentagram tatted in the ice on my neck.

No love shown when I ghost that scene,
Mask stay low but the blade stay clean,
Life too short, I don’t live in between,
Either ride or you fold, ain’t no time for a dream. 

Hit ’em with a geographic dream like David Attenbrah,
I cap a lot when I say that I’m stackin’ up — not addin’ up,
Maps in the dash, but the path ain’t trackin’ up,
Trap in the wind, with the bats all tatted up

Talk like a king, but your facts ain’t backin’ up,
Actin’ tough, but you fold when the breads staking up
Slide through the fog with a grip like Dracula,
Chrome teeth flash when I laugh — spectacular.

Ash on my boots, and the flame burn slow,
Ridin’ through the night with nowhere to go.
Voice in the wind say “reap what you sow,”
But I plant these bars in a field of ghosts.

Steel in my hand, not a need to flex,
World too fake, I just disconnect.
Pain in my chest but I still won't rest,
If death got a sound, then it's beatin’ in sets.

Phonk in my veins, I don’t fade, I drift,
Graveyard shift with a full black whip.
No last words, just a final gift —
When the beat cuts out, just remember this.

808s & Shadows

blakkoutt

Just releasing a lil pain that comes with the street, its not all benjies and gold...

Left for dead

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