ZAZA 2 (FT. BRONKX3) (PROD. BRONK x T.J.R)

MEKWAN X NYHTMARE
PROD - @hicartel
MIXED BY - @666mare

{LYRICS}
{MEKWAN}
They fade away but the music stay banging
Ain't it a painting how I sway when I say it
Treat the cash like some fingers when I splay it
Pull a nade pin I display
Making no cash when I say it
When rich its the same shit
Might flip it when I'm livid

(Execute the traitor)

They fade away
They fade away but the music stay banging
Aint it a painting how I sway when I say it
Treat the cash like some fingers when I splay it
Pull a nade pin I display
Making no cash when I say it
When rich its the same shit
Might flip it when I'm livid
When I'm when I'm flip when I'm livid livid

(Tactical nuke incoming)
{NYHTMARE}
Ima fade away but my music still bumping
Ima die one day with a shotty I'm pumping
Ak47 on the floor shells dumping
Into your core a whore on the floor
Ima fade away but my music still bumping
Ima die one day with a shotty I'm pumping
Ak47 on the floor shells dumping
Into your core a whore on the floor

(Get that son of a bitch out of my sight)

AFGHANI MANIACS W/ NYHTMARE [PROD: HICARTEL]

DRUNK ON MONDAY [PROD. WARLRD]

FUCK ALL TOXINS [[prod. Darvin]]

FEATURING/PROD: https://soundcloud.com/itsaedanhill (IG: @itsaedanhill)
MIXED BY: https://soundcloud.com/cloroxcide (IG: @cloroxcide)
COVERART: https://soundcloud.com/sevveryrare (IG: @sevveryrare)

*LYRICS*

Xdium:
Yeah I tape my wrists, squarin up to end the bullshit
I don't do no talkin, I just hit right where yo mouth is
Throw your fit, make a diss, so you get no clicks
You act like a bitch, I throw my fist, and end the chump quick

Lurkin through the night, as you hide, so you don't die
Hit em with a right, maybe twice, till he star-eyed
Pussy wanna cry, he just might, cuz we outside
He too scared to fight, so he lie, bout his glock 9

Pull up on him, sending bullets to face
Chances are slim that you gonna escape
I'm rollin on up, and you runnin away
I run after pussyboy, get in a chase
Stop in my tracks and I'm uppin the pole
Empty the mag sendin shots at yo dome
Hollow tips enterin back of yo skull
Bloody the road as you layin there null

Hatin on the gang, give no fucks on what you talk, hoe
Hell gon be the pay if you walkin down our block tho

Xdium:
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sendin shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwin fists at Mr., aye
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sendin shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwin fists at Mr. Big Joke

Itsaedanhill:
Beat that boy down since he hate hearin the backlash
Pull on through yo town, yk its gon be a hack n slash
Hack n slash, grab the gat, load up all the straps
Run it back, pussy boy you not gon run it back
Count the cash, tuck the mac, run up in the stash
Count the cash, tuck the mac, run up on yo ass
Beat his ass down in the streets
If he barkin like a bitch
He look weak, all damn week
We gon run up, raid his crib

Pop goes the glock but its not a damn weasel
Crack ya jaw, in the hawk, you lookin like an easel
Turn his face to black and blue
Bitch I keep like 50 goons
And I keep that .50 too
Run up youll meet 62

Make his day shittier
Talk a lot he spittier
Pussy got his ego hurt
Beat a bitch no egovert
Make his day shittier
Talk a lot he spittier
Pussy got his ego hurt
Beat a bitch no egovert

Xdium:
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sendin shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwin fists at Mr., aye
Walk my block
.243 hang out the window
Sights on lock
Sendin shots right at the bimbo
Hunt my opps
Like some deer we finna rip throats
Step up, clocked
Throwin fists at Mr. Big Joke

WALK MY BLOCK! (FT. ITSAEDANHILL) [PROD. BLAKKGR1MM]

whoooodat boy (prod luna) tyler the creator & A$AP rocky

GEN RATIONS | prod.COHKANE

𝔩𝔦𝔩 𝔳𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔯

SAINT LAKE GRAYSON (ain't no goddamn gators)| ft. CHRISTFUX & HEL! | prod.COHKANE

YEAH
YEAH
YEAH
YEAH

[chorus]
DONNIE DARKO MODE THE WAY I PUT MY HOODIE UP
YEAHHH
SAID YOU WANNA GO YEAH IMMA TELL YOU PUT EM UP
BEAT DOWN IN THE DAW YEAH I LET IT FLOW
HEAR ME ON THE TRACK WITH THE PRESENCE AND NOW YOU KNOW
REAL DEAL MUTHAFUCKA THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW
YEAH IM STILL REAL EVEN IF I SWITCH MY MUTHAFUCKIN FLOW 
MIGHT SWITCH UP THE BEAT JUST TO LET EM KNOW 
MIGHT KILL IT ON THE FEAT THE WAY I ROCK A HOE

[verse 1]
BITCH I GOT TOO MUCH SWAG YEAH IM GETTIN JIGGY WIT IT
GOT A MUTHAFUCKIN PICTURE YOU AINT FITTIN IN IT 
BITCH I GOT A BIG ASS CHOP YEAH ITS GOT A PENIS IN IT
YEAH THESE BITCHES SAY THEY REALLY CHILL BUT THEY REALLY CHRISTIAN
YEAH IMMA SHOW A MUTHAFUCKIN WHAT THEY REALLY MISSIN UH
I BEEN STAYIN WIT THE PIES I STAY WITH THE CHICKENS
YEAH I BEEN STAYIN WIT THE BAGS LIKE ITS ALWAYS CHRISTMAS
YEAH I DO MY THANG WHY DONT YOU MIND YOUR BUSINESS
[chorus]

[verse 2]
WALK UP IN THIS BITCH ALL BLACK LIKE THE MATRIX
I JUST FUCKED THE WHOLE SIMULATION WITH A BASS HIT
YEAH THIS BLUNT FUCKED ME UP BAD LIKE A FACE LIFT
CRUSHIN UP YOU KNOW WHAT YEAH IM WITH FACELESS
NAH YOU CANT HANG WITH ME YEAH THERES A DISCONNECT
NAH YOU CANT HANG WITH ME YEAH THERES SOME DISRESPECT
CAME A LONG WAY FROM “STANDIN’ ON THEY NECK”
BUT I RUN THE SAME FADE WHEN IM ON THE TRACK

[chorus]

YOU SHOULD KNOW

Mixed and reprod by me (IT’LL BE OKAY - LIL DARKIE & BLCKK PROD. HEAL)

This is a story :)


Ok I woke up this morning with the stash in my bag 
Can’t wait to make the cash It might make a stack 
Momma wakin me up but I’m baked shit ain’t legible I can’t wait to make some racks
Got the edibles in my fuckin back pack 
She drivin me to school bitchin about how im always high 
But I feel straight I feel cool I didn’t even understand my mind was in the sky 
She drop me off at school see all my homies 
So high I start to cough “we got the cash” is that they told me
I gave them the shit and I get $60 in return 
I take a hit I’m only here to sell my grass I ain’t here to learn 
So ima skip that dumb ass class 
I only fuck wit you if you can roll a swisher fast 
Fuck that retarded ass teacher ima roll a backwoods 
Ever since I started I never stopped sellin them goods 
Walkin around the school givin the shit like candy to kids 
Makin a secret livin when they see that weed they start makin bids 
1st period starts soon god damn it 
Fuck up my lungs and heart but I just wanna take a hit 
Of those good ass blunts
Smokin that wood in the bathroom all then teachers are cunts 
Then mr. Johnson comes in the bathroom to see if anyone one there
Thought I was done I hid in the stall I just start to stare 
I know he lookin for my ass man I know I’m fucked 
He know I’m skippin class now I know I’m stuck 
He hears me cough in the stall
Now he pissed off I ain’t wanna be beat by my mom 
So I grab my gun I stole from my dad 
Make my gun blow and his brains fly everywhere I knew that shit was bad 
After that I’m fuckin freakin out 
Shot him with that gat I knew that shit was fuckin loud 
So I run back to class tryna act normal like I ain’t do shit that was bad
So I’m in the back of my class
With a line of crack in sniffin bitch I got a whole pack 
I hear on the speaker “everybody there is an active shooter everybody stay in the room” 
My state of mind got weaker and they said they heard a loud boom 
In my mind I’m wondering “what the fuck do I do?”
I remember his brains I fuckin blew out with my revolver 
But I gotta say that gun was a problem solver 
My personal resolver 
my gun spat like a fuckin lama 
And then the cops knock on the door “open up the door mam it’s a cop”
“We are here cause they said they heard a pop”
They say they where gonna search everyone’s bags to see if they find a gun 
They said they saw a body lay in blood I just wanted to run 
But I couldn’t so I pull out my “resolver” half of his brains are blown off on the floor
I know I shouldn’t but I ran out the door 
Now I’m shakin to my fuckin chore 
I see the cops at the end of the hallway 
They pop the shots with they AR’S and the AK’S
hide around the corner with the packer in my hand 
Money like hoarder and thinkin bout loosin every band 
So I smoke those pigs and I turn em to bacon
Loosin my wits now I’m fuckin shakin 
Runnin out the door heart racing 
more than when I was high the first time 
Now I’m on the run hope they never find 
I hear the cops they are near by
ima pop they heads like a was clementine (twd)
Shoot out with the swat team 
Smoke some pot one more time before I let out the steam 
4 down now I’m runnin for my life 
Now I know I won’t grow up to have a family or a wife 
Then a bullet hits my knee 
I gotta pay for my sins I gotta pay the fee 
They got guns pointed at me 
I ain’t wanna spend my life in prison so I blast myself in the head 
Missing half my fuckin brains never thought this would be my death bed 
Now I rest on the ground got family’s and friends cryin
Never Thought now I’d be dead and lyin

IT’LL BE OKAY *remix*  [PRODBY52FLVTT]

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