PLAYIN' WITCHA LYFE (PROD. LIL BUCKSTA)

LONE STAR STEPPIN (PROD BY TYPE-ONE)

LYRICS:
i got 87 problems and they all about myself
i can paint pefect picture of my life but i kant tell
tryin not to go to prison i just wanna stack my wealth
icemane undefeated in these streets you kan call this hell
iceland look sweet in the winter covered in sum snow
powder up your nose call my phone if ya fiending hoe
make it out a heaven mac11 just to get me home
always trained to blow i kant go nowhere without my pole
funk up in that trunk bass knocking as i ride the whip
picking up my potna on my way to go hit a lick
heard he got that yay ima need that before i split yo wig
no need to wear a mask kome n get it, you know where i live
want it back in blood kause im shiesty when i flick my wrist
kooking in the kitchen all night breaking down a brick
wrap it up and sell em whole trap house boomin by the store
liquor on my mind as im sipping on a 40 o
z got me seeing things thats ive never wanna see
rest in piece my dawgs wish ya saw when they krowned me king
I C E that man with a plan for us all to eat
kounting up my dividends now im looking oh so klean
playa fly bidnezz like the snizzoff that be hizzoff mane
klizzick on these bitches always tripping when you off the kain
watch me do my thang like a pimp ima sell this game
you kant get enough of me all these hoes know my name

i be in the kitchen water whipping while i spark a blunt
i been kooking rockk since a younging always slanging drugs
this is all i know kause my parents never taught me shit
homeless since a kid icemane finna flip a brick
trapping with two cell phones
motorola slanging kola all they want is that koke
serve you thru the burglar bars please kome alone
and if idk your name better take your azz home

we just got a pack break it down like its turkey day
we dont sell no grams only pounds so get out my face
playa slim got that lean po it up forget yesterday
xanax in my system with sum bitches that just wanna play
ive been in the mud doing drugs tryna ease the pain
every since i lost my brother i will never feel the same
money koming in and going out feel like the mailman
icemane be the type to beat yo ass if you tell man
never step foot inside my whip if you scared of jail
pistols i be packing bitch smackin hollow point shells
fail is not a word that i know all i hear is win
ive be doing me every summer pissing in the wind
fucking up the money you get smoked like brisket dawg
we be in the south fuck your klout this just bidnezz hoe
bitch im PLAYA MADE who is you? i dont talk to worms
icemane be so klean like sanitizer all i kill is germs
tell me whats the word what ya need and ill bring a bird
putting in the work in these street get yo azz murked
bitch you betta twerk when you fuck with me or my dawg
bring me in that money lil hoe this is for my squad

TRAPPIN' ON 2 CELL PHONES(PROD. GHOST TOWN)

FEATURING SLYYE, VAQUERO, 901KRUEGER AND ZACH RABBIT
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DRAGONMANE - SCARY DREAMS (PROD. OCCVLT)

LYRICS:

feeling lonely when I’m on shit
think ill OD if i don’t stop this
sipping 40s feeling nauseous 
caught me choking on my vomit
waking up in a hospital bed
like where my dope don’t need no friends
this life aint real its all pretend
don’t need no hope just need my ends
one day i be thinking bout murda
one day i be thinking bout peace
there so many bridges that i burn down
cuz most days i don’t know just who i be


hook on dope didn’t have no dreams
I’ve lost my dawgs I’ve lost my kingz
i lost my peace this game is weak
cause hustling dont mean shit to fiend
so getting locked up is blessing in disguise
don’t believe in a god that resides in the sky
your ego telling you that your fine
shooting up dope just to pass the time
from robbing, hustling, slanging, pimping
to fiending, shooting, smoking, and killing
every dog has his day
but id be damned if i let this kill me
never slipping mane ima ball
cause money always on my mind
please don’t catch me if i fall
cause dis right here is do or die

ima cop killa cause they killing blacks like they scared
yes the color of my skin is white but icemane never cared
fuck police on a killing spree cause death is in the air
so much fuck up shit around me there no point to stay in fear
cuz I’m hustling on da daily got keep my weapons near
coast is clear tryna stay low key but snitches in your ear
talking like a fucking rat wanted cheese so they dare
step on me be prepared ima slayer texas king yes a player

AINT ENOUGH PROD HPSHAWTY

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