Lyrics: 

Molly weed suboxone popping plenty
Nodding off while talking walking zombie rotten chopping heads the devil constant stalking 
In my mind no peace to find confined from lies and snakes deprived
action right I hit ‘em left now looks who’s talking watch your back in dark I’m walking steady blade in hand
Nothing in my fucking head but death that is that is the fucking plan
 take a soul I kill a man 
Or what you thought you was now nothing 
Numbers crumble steady bluffing smoke 
I’m off an O still puffing purple till I hit the summit 

Piece together what it means to be I can’t decide or see the labyrinth of my mind I walk around without a doubt or plea for change my day to day the same it’s lame so puffing endlessly on cigs and weed or anything to cope with what I won’t it’s like a prison see I can’t see what people all around me decide they fucking wanna be another fucking wannabe
cycle out the washed up mother fuckers like it’s laundry monogamy to pistols weed and problems shuffle vice to an anomaly not far off im a SPECTRE 
Pills for my cuisine she sucking dick until her neck hurt 
I’m off the drugs and hate my self I’m folding under pressure 
You wanna die today im down let’s do this shit together

SOCIAL STATUS. (Prod. Vrynoah)

prod. lazeey x rose
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lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

mak daddy - Too Many Problems

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