Slidin' 3Kjayy (Ft. 3KStr8LOKO) #Freestyle

2. Punching Concrete Blocks ( Prod Fantom )

Lyrics:
I feel so distant
From the ones standing next to me
I walk alone
Do I look like a stranger to you?
The road is still long
And I feel trapped
Staring at the traffic light
I feel like it’s talking to me
I took one too many
I see distorted lights
Everything looks blurred
Sometimes I don’t know what to say
Sorry if this is who I am
Anger wins sometimes
All these emotions
Have messed me up
My mind’s a hurricane
My heart has no heartbeat
I trip over my own steps
But somehow I still move right
I don’t feel the anxiety anymore
Now it feels like it belongs to me
I chose all of this
But one day I’ll be okay

I think about this and that
My brain is frying
You fly away like incense
But the memory’s too beautiful
I feel chained
To a past that isn’t mine anymore
I wanna fly far away
Lose all my thoughts
I slide down into the abyss
When night comes
I swallowed too many pills
Without it being worth it
Now I am what I am
My pen describes me
My voice is my ink
Black like cuttlefish ink
I said “enough, I won’t do it again”
But I do it every time
I’ve been in this mood
Since I was still in school
Now I’m not a kid anymore
Not another copy
Fuck the industry
You’re copies of a copy

I feel like black with white
I’ll never learn
I mix these substances
Like Walter White
Don’t say it if you don’t do it
Don’t do it if you don’t want to
I’m full of problems
But stay if you want
I feel like black with white
I’ll never learn
I mix these substances
Like Walter White
Don’t say it if you don’t do it
Don’t do it if you don’t want to
I’m full of problems
But stay if you want

Every time you kiss me
I almost risk a heart attack
My heart’s racing
I’m not used to it
You’re like a Monet
Lucky I found you
The greatest wealth
I’m the only one who owns it
You reignite all my emotions
Bring every color back to life
You don’t need proof
Just words
I lose them all
My head’s always somewhere else
They talk about me
Like I’m a mistake
But damn, leave me alone for a bit
What do you all want from me?
Always ready to talk shit
Never to help
I don’t need help
I don’t need anyone else
I’m enough on my own
I’ve already got enough trouble

I slide down into the abyss
When night comes
I swallowed too many pills
Without it being worth it
Now I am what I am
My pen describes me
My voice is my ink
Colors inside the fog
I said “enough, I won’t do it again”
But I do it every time
I’ve been in this mood
Since I was still in school
Now I’m not a kid anymore
Not another copy
Fuck the industry
You’re copies of a copy

The night doesn’t scare me anymore
It gives me advice
I can’t sleep anymore
I feel less tired
You think you understand me
But you’ll never understand shit
Ink in my veins
Too many wrong choices at stake

A sealed letter with a kiss
An impossible, wrong love
A flame that alcohol can’t spread
A toxic love I’m addicted to

I feel like black with white
I’ll never learn
I mix these substances
Like Walter White
Don’t say it if you don’t do it
Don’t do it if you don’t want to
I’m full of problems
But stay if you want
I feel like black with white
I’ll never learn
I mix these substances
Like Walter White
Don’t say it if you don’t do it
Don’t do it if you don’t want to
I’m full of problems
But stay if you want

I said “enough, I won’t do it again”
But I do it every time
I’ve been in this mood
Since I was still in school
Now I’m not a kid anymore
Not another copy
Fuck the industry
You’re copies of a copy

I slide down into the abyss
When night comes
I swallowed too many pills
Without it being worth it
Now I am what I am
My pen describes me
My voice is my ink
Colors inside the fog
I slide down into the abyss
When night comes
I swallowed too many pills
Without it being worth it
Now I am what I am
My pen describes me
My voice is my ink
Colors inside the fog

Abissi

niggas be sweeter than bubblegum
shini gang shit, he aint bro, i aint trustin him
ugh
im with the gang and we troublesome
mad cause he cannot compare, we a 1 of 1
and that nigga jump stupid, we cuttin him
stopped in his tracks when that ruger in front of him
came with a stick, so you know aint no rushin him
i up the mf choppa, no russian him

ugh
came with a stick just like fpsrussia
im throwin them shots like im beatin the buzzer
you niggas be bitch, i put that on my mother
my choppa, might feed it, gon eat him for supper
and no you cannot hang, you aint gang or my brother
you niggas dont fit like a piece of the puzzle
and i bet you the K turn his ass to a puddle
i came with a dog like that bitch need a muzzle
ugh

ugh, still in the back of this bitch
flippin a switch like a panel
im changing the channel if he want the static and shit
he talkin shit but cant back it
want smoke like an addict, i guess im asthmatic and shit
it could go up like and attic, aint bein dramatic
ill make it traumatic and shit

still in all black in this bitch off rip
check all the facts, lil bitch im him
doin him sick, nigga shit get grim
came with a stick and it rip off limbs
told him get back fore you get your ass whacked
bitch im catchin his hat, and i aim for the brim
way that im ballin, they all lookin dumb
lil bitch i just might dunk and then hang off the rim
like ugh

with the gang, nigga i dont do friends
like ugh
takin shots and i aim thru the lens
like ugh
30 rounds and i left with like 10
i might take out his mans, then again it depends
like ugh
full of hate, i aint makin amends
and these niggas be bitch, swear they all got me bent
and the way i just be snapping, it dont make no sense
and he talk on the gang, he get jumped like a fence, like

and im still inna ____, you can fill in the blank
and im blowin that pack, i stop feeling my face
and im spittin that crack, or the gas, but its laced
all these niggas be trash, man they all just a waste
niggas need a new hobby, your shit a disgrace
i feel like ricky bobby, i dash to the pape
and the chop do him sloppy, i turn him to paste
send him back to the lobby, yeah he get erased

NO RUSSIAN [PROD. FONY WALLACE x DECIMH]

4 way Ft. Guapo

Drip - DripFlu Season

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D R U N K T H O U G H T S

Made this song for both of my friends that recently got locked up and my other friend Pablo got murdered. This song explains my lifestyle and how we live and the reason why we are trying to escape and live a better life with music.

Stuck In Yo Lane #BloxkFree #R.I.P Pablo

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