Gxx - Money (feat. Oujia Macc)

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Money (feat. Oujia Macc)

Gxx - Money (feat. Oujia Macc)

New tape  #AQUA

#BonaFide documentary out now https://youtu.be/OgTJUTF4zSk?feature=shared

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Mak Daddy | The Day Will Come When You Won't Be | Monxrch Flip

Lyrics - I’m the oldest one, the chosen one
The one who’s shoulders hold a ton 
Taught to hold my tongue though to never run
So now my problems are a brick wall, 
As inescapable as a friend zone 
Back in school i was always sent home 
I couldn’t focus and spoke to my teachers like it was they fault 
A little troubled kid who couldn’t live with what his folkz had did and so he slit his wrists, viewed the world through a tortured lens and thought it ain’t make sense, retribution placed upon me from the karma of my parents, I’m embarrassed of how I handled it, but looking back ion know how the fuck I managed it, with what I know today I woulda went manic and started stabbing anybody in sight, I was caught in a plight, overcame my cowardice and learned how to fight, realised a gun the only way to survive now I’m 22 and alive and it’s all thanks to I, won’t give no credit to a most high, hoe I, seen hell and took notes, now my soul dry,Had to bleed just to breathe in this low tide, never known to be outside, I don’t like shit on my earl vibe, im a stranger to the strobe lights, i see things clearer with these cold eyes, Wrote my pain in the dust on my windowsill, Watched it fade when the wind hit the winter chill, Frost on my breath when I speak to the night air, Lost in regrets that I keep but they right there, the devil doesn’t fight fair and he don’t wear prada today he in a nikey tech, ski mask on plotting on how to profit and possibly make it out of poverty, I’ll prolly die a violent death, a self inflated ego led to permanent solutions over temporary arguments, a vein moment, instant as a pulse, could result in blood left, chest open from a 38. No pearly gates await the man who’s life’s a consequence of parents who never knew how to heal their own wounds, born atop a tight rope, optics of a birds scope, a single step off balance, I could shatter like kaleidoscopes the type of folks I grew around I view as microscopic probes, a silent home, where frequencies emitted through an item thrown, and through it fear was born, I fear confrontation, fear the hesitation, fear the feeling that subsides temptation, I fear the realisation every path’s just a simulation, fear the segregation following my pigment being Caucasian, i fear incarceration, fear the limitations, fear the walls of my own creation, I fear imagination, fear the dreams that die in incubation, if as above is so below I fear salvation, is elation found in isolation? I’ll prolly die a lonely death, decomposing bone and flesh, found at home in bed, isolated to a lonely end, a written letter read, finally I’m free, I’m free from me, I’m free from everything. A spirit liberated, no more self imposed cages, societal expectations, scripted pages written to keep us shackled on their stages, I lay here in amazement as I know tonight I’ll cease to breathe, sincerely yours the man no one’ll grieve,. I’ll prolly die before my mother, I’ll prolly die scared that this was all for nothing, I’ll prolly die because I thought I was bluffing, unknowing that I landed on the  chamber stuffed with a 38 caliber bullet to split my nugget. I’ll prolly die from a night I said fuck it, I’ll prolly die tonight as I honestly cannot function, I’m tired I’m running 

I’ll prolly die prod jonas

HANZO FT Noosense, JVY-RXW & Happy2BaGaud

FTW/FWM (prod. NetuH)

Wicked City Feat.Wickedruna ( prod.goth helma)

H3ADSh0T Sound

[Intro]
Euwegh
Shoutout ROMA JONSON (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm an evil motherfucker, I drink blood out of guts (alright)
Dying for fun, I like cutting em up (I do)
Cut off his hands and glue them back on the wrong arms (wha-?)
Don't you put me in that coffin 'less it's Goyard (Goyard)

[Chorus]
Wrap a chain around my wrist and then let go
Wrap a blade into my grip, hit your temple
I breathe fire, I kill niggas who get close
Sorry nigga, but your bitch is in another castle

[Verse 1]
I be sitting in the office like a mob boss
Black suit, Richard Mille on my wrist watch
I'm the sitting in the castle type, final boss
Send that motherfucker up and he gone get dropped
Ask around, ask about the Vanta De-Vil
Underground always been the sounds I'm best on, I ain't finna turn around
I used to make uninspired sounds and copy cat the scene around until I realized they're all boring

[Verse 2]
I'm my own man, I'm the only guy who'd outlive a fight with me, final boss type
I'm a piece of fucking shit and I deserve to die
They mistake what I do when I'm sad with spite

[Bridge]
Pick your head up and go
We don't like you
I'll pack my shit up and leave since you don't like me

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm an evil motherfucker, I drink blood out of guts (Smoke)
Dying for fun, I like cutting em up (I do)
Cut off his hands and glue them back on the wrong arms (wha-?)
Don't you put me in that coffin 'less it's Goyard (goyard)

[Chorus]
Wrap a chain around my wrist and then let go
Wrap a blade into my grip, hit your temple
I breathe fire, I kill niggas who get close
Sorry nigga, but your bitch is in another castle

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$UICIDEBOY$ Ft. Bones - All Black Uzi

HIDDEN TRUTHS

MizzTh3Antidot3 is more than a rapper — he’s a voice for the voiceless, a healer for the hurting, and the soundtrack for the survivors. Born from struggle and baptized in real pain, his music speaks directly to the broken, the forgotten, and the misunderstood. Whether you're from the streets, the system, or silently suffering in your mind, Mizz offers lyrical medicine that cuts deep and heals deeper.

A rapper, singer-songwriter, producer, and graphic designer, Mizz lives his motto: “Jesus is life, music is the brain, and hip-hop is the vein that pumps the blood of this art.” Every verse, every hook, and every beat is designed to resonate with those who’ve been through it — the throwaways, the riff raff, the undesirables — and remind them they still have worth, purpose, and fight left in ‘em.

For Mizz, this ain’t just music. It’s ministry. It’s survival. It’s legacy. If you’ve ever felt like the world gave up on you, this is your invitation: walk with him. He’s just like you.

✊🏽 Survivor’s Nation: The Movement

More than music, Survivor’s Nation is a community and a calling — built for those who’ve made it through hell and still keep going. Whether you’ve survived gang life, addiction, abuse, incarceration, homelessness, or emotional trauma, this movement is for you. It’s for the ones who weren’t supposed to make it — and did.

We rise from scars. We speak truth. We carry each other.

Survivor’s Nation is where street testimony meets spiritual purpose. It's where music becomes a lifeline. And you, the survivor, are not just welcome — you're needed. Join the movement. Tell your story. Find your healing. DM for more info

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MizzTh3Antidot3 aka Naemic