The Upload

LYRICS:
You don’t know about me, always keep it on the low
Never know when I'm in town, maybe waiting at your home
Lord knows I'm about that, but you bitches don’t
Tell these phonies time to ride see how many bitches wont
Nowadays switching up is so common you don’t know 
Who's brethren who's ur foe, if they low key want ya hoe
Ima preacher of my city I've been thru it, I dont show
Cuz displaying my emotions lead to bullets to ur dome
I ain't mad at ya playa, we don't ever need to talk
But you come around my ends, guarantee you'll never walk
Haters talk like they swole, twitter fingers all they know
Till they fuck around and find out who gone let the shotty blow
I don't know why they hating on me, imma keep it real
People change, acting like they just got a major deal
Lil bitch calm down you ain't shit and never will
Say my name all in ur songs, maybe that will pay ur bills huh

Santo Malo bitch I have fallen from the stars 
I created muthafuckers that have studied all my songs 
Your no G and  your no God you're a bitch Where we from
Need to stop with that talk when you know your no thug 
All the fucking  things  you do and all the dumbass shit you say 
Have a price when you claim that your a beast in the flames 
Your no friend you are fake telling people that you ain't 
Real muthafuckers don't need to prove anything 
We will all fucking die there's nobody that will win
You are focused on this music without the business side of it 
Everybody's fucking selfish and forget to feed their kids 
Throwing money at these bitches that they always worshipping 
Don't forget about  the people that have helped you all succeed 
All these Music groups are thinking that they gangsters in the streets 
Taking selfies with their weapons that they purchased with ID 
Silly little children don't portray what you can't ever fucking be

DUST 2 DUST

DUST 2 DUST FEAT. LORD WICKED x SLVG

MR.DR. [PROD CARELEAN]

IceManeThaKingpin X JohnnyDe4D - Late Night [prod.Sk1nwalkr$hawtyy]

3:24 am (prod. nᴀyz)

Run down (Feat. $nowdarula x COWBOYREZ)

[LYRICS]

i live in a world that i constantly dread
fighting the urge to put bullet in head 
ideations of suicide, dreaming of lead 
entering cranium, now i am dead 
my final wish is that i’m casted out to sea 
so when i rise again
i cannot find my way back home
i cannot terrorize the land 

back from the dead hoe
better pack that lead, hoe
the ZETTA coming for your head
the ZETTA got you scared, hoe
ILL MINDED, bitch, get blinded
by the lyricism, wilding
going retarded, i’m spazzing, i’m blunted
you bitches are dummies, you bitches know nothing 

aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane

here we go, verse two
lemme talk my shit again 
all you pussies fake, your plastic face
i see right through you mane
trapping out the cemetery
burning green, and creeping steady 
on all of you busters mane
got my weapons cocked and ready

bullets they flying, ejecting from chamber
the weapons stay hot and my mind filled with anger 
going insane, pick a weapon and spray
ain’t no thought to my actions, you hoes are in danger 
running from all of this shit
bullets in ribs, what you get when you fuck with the stranger 
tell em, fuck em, rest in piss
don’t give a fuck about nothing except for the paper 

and if you looking for me, i’m out by the sea
motherfucker come meet your defeat 
stepping on the fucking scene, blade in my hand
for pussies, bitch i’m watching you bleed
popping, dropping bodies hoe, zetta defiant
yeah he never listen to me 
zetta is one of the reasons, you cannot defeat him
hit MUDAH, return with the fleet

aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane

cover by @drownstacyy

WASSUP MANE!

Bitch I'm drownin in the water that's how my lungs got me flowing
Holding all the emotions so I can drown em the ocean 
Haunt the ocean 
That's the way I be flowing
Haunt the ocean
(Haunt the ocean) 
That's the way I be flowing
Imma drown them in they're wave 
I can feel all of my hate

Bitch I'm looking for my pay
I roll up my woods with my pain 
Fuck what you on fuck what you say
Creep in the cut black fit tuck my blade
Amongst the million dead I still crawled out my fucking grave mane


Wait hold up
Lemme get the dope rolled up 
2 grams and half in a blunt 
I get way to fucked up 
Lately i felt like I was never enough
So I had to run it up ready for that run and gun
I could be the one to never give a fuck 
Drown em in they're wave they all better run 
Drown em in they're wave I'm on for the hunt 
Bitch you better fucking run



DROWNING IN THA OCEAN(PROD.EVIL MYSTIC)

Produced n mixed by RO$ETTA

(LYRICS)

RO$ETTA:

mane everywhere i go 
these haters like to talk shit
speaking on my name and the gang 
like they hot shit 
but i’m knowing they ain’t down
claiming they gon break a bitch
i’m smoking on that O, rolling bones
tell them suck my dick

cuz i ain’t got no time for a pussy hating bitch
mothafucka in my face
and best believe you getting hit
mothafuckas acting like they hard
and be talking out they ass
better back that shit up 
before i grab yo bitch and break her back

REMEDY:

hatin muthafuckas talkin shit out they ass
Steady cap rapping in yo tracks

Say dat shit wit yo chest
me n zetta lay ya busta’s to rest

ill minded left a mess of sum lil bitch boi brains im insane when i switch da flow 

Ya know we southwest killas
505 Black Mesa drillas

Roll wit militia known as da illest
Yuh we make ya feel it

We trillin 
Stacking paper to da ceilin
til we hit a million 

pop oxy no penicillin 
Try ta test, we get to killin hoe

HATERS X RO$ETTA (Prod. RO$ETTA)

Enjoy ☠️☠️☠️🍩👌👌👌
Btw Prod. M3 ☠️☠️🧟‍♂️


🎃🧟‍♂️EVIL$ HALLOWEEN TRICK OR TREAT GLOONIE EP 🧟‍♂️🎃

Bitch im flexed up 
Gotta get the money 
Got my check up
I got the sauce 
They can’t catch up 
I got the sauce 
They can’t catch up 

Talking all that shit 
Pussyboy get your weight up
Big ballin im getting chips 
Fly as fuck these bustas talking  
They hating this 
Cold playa shit 
Bitch you know im one 
I don’t give a fuck 
Bust boy what you want son

Hatin on my name 
While I paper chase 
These mothafuckas 
Talking shit 
What the fuck you say 
Can’t say it mf 
Keep it in yo ass
Sick of all these bustas 
Talking shit 
You ain’t getting bread 

Big ballin
And that money 
Gon keep callin
All these fuckboys 
Keep on talking 
Do we really have a problem 
Tell me how is you gon solve it 
You gon end up with no wallet 
Talking guns I got a rocket 
Not gta pull it out my pocket 

But you won’t 

Couple hoes in my phone 
Yeah that bitch Sandy cheeks 
The way she gimme some some 
These mothafuckas going out broke 
Yall the same lames who talk shit 
Bitch I already know 

That they gonna playa hate
While a playa making bank 
Getting to that bread 
Bitch I ain’t worried about no skank
Yea I always been up late
Grinding bitch I gotta stay
All up on my grind 
Bitch you know im tryna be great 

Have steak on my plate 
Bitch you know what it is 
Bitch you know a playa 
Gonna worry about his business 
Stand up on that shit 
I ain’t really trippin 
All these bitches come and go 
Bitch you know what is
Flexed up 
Bitch you know i gotta the bread 
They really trippin with these bitches 
Bitch you know what they said 
Behind your back 
Now you never know 
So you gotta get through 
On your own until your gon so

AIN’T NO THANG PROD BXXGIEMANE

euphoria2

Gazzurple

FUCK I.C.E SNIPPET

ARMAGEDDON - Dough*Glacier [Prod. Sader]

Lyrics:

Lock down
You don’t wanna come and fight 
I got a hundred thousand reasons 
You should stay outta sight 
I see the blood drip down
Vision goes black and white 
I stab myself and watch the red 
Stream down to the floor
Slide the knife cross my wrist
Rinse it all off in the sink
I’m the god damn zombie 
With a taste for revenge
I fucking bring the shit that makes you wanna snap a bitch in half
Hit the gas and ram a busta motherfucker
In the grass

Say you got money
But you broke as fuck
You wanna run that lip
But you ain’t fuckin tuck
Nah when I see you out in person
Imma make you duck
All of yo music fucking sucks 
And yo clique just a fan club
When I see you you gon die today
Split yo lip and make you sway
Chain you to the ceiling 
By yo feet and watch you pass out
Wake you with the blade
Never let you run away
If you peer into my eyes
You see the fire from the hate
Let it fuel all my rage
As it forms a pathway 
I got dozens of ideas 
To bring all the fucking pain
I am sick of yo face
Lemme solve that real quick
Cut it off and hear you scream
And beg for shit 
That you know I don’t fuckin give

Lock Down
You don’t wanna fuck around with me
Hang yo neck up by a tree
And break yo neck that’s how I see it
Wendigo in my brain
I am insane
Sick of dodging all these feelings
Mane I’m boutta embrace
I’m living with the devil
Bitch we share the same body
I am what you fear
And if I’m not you are nobody
Leave no body at the scene
Police don’t know what they see
Blood and guts are everywhere
But they can’t fucking see me

Looking in my soul
You can’t see nothing I’m a hole
I share my body with the god of death
He has taken control
I let the demon do what must be done
And cull these motherfuckers
Man I hate these stupid bitches
Get the hell out of my way 
Unless you wanna get a blade pushed through yo body and your face
Are you no match for me
I’m making thousand bodies turn to energy
Feasting on their energies 
Hopefully they keep coming 
Many men gon die today
By my hand and the fuckin reaper G
Stick em with the motherfucking blade
I’m about to murder with a dagger today
All you bustas are no match for me
The Magick manifests my Chi 
Dump you in a lake after our battle
Has come to a freeze
Finish off yo men 
And let them know you left them cowardly

IceManeThaKingpin X JohnnyDe4D - Late Night [prod.Sk1nwalkr$hawtyy]

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