E X T E N D O .

E X T E N D O . [prod. NATE GREY]

SHANX [prod. NATE GREY]

yall kno im only getting better lmao

(Lyrics)

In the cut like suture 
psychic see the future
Nate grey on yo block knock ya to a stupor
Stupid like you ignant insulated like tha lipid 
You fat bitch slit your wrist 
Go die down in a ditch

In the cut like suture 
psychic see the future
Nate grey on yo block knock ya to a stupor
Stupid like you ignant insular ignorant dimwit
Full of shit slit your wrist 
die down in a ditch bitch

Down to the bone I'm nothing but a stray dog
Lookin for a home but got lost in the thick fog
Motherfuck an opp i guess ill sit here burn thru the cough
Hazy and opaque bet you cannot see me thru the smog no fake

Lazy for no sake cannot seem to get out this chasm
Motherfuck my brain hoping every day for an aneurysm
Maybe make mistakes monopolar magneticism 
Attract deranged insane parties thats missin the schism

Got me manic in a panic grab tha hatchet for a challenge causin racket big beef brisket beat the bracket bein batshit
Eat a bitch and ditch like dine and dash but bold and brash no rubber wrap might catch a rash but passed the test negative no cap
Wheres my manners
Pray like Flanders the hammer thrown at yo face gon miss you heres a tissue got an issue wit the flames I'm speakin
Fuck a dish you eatin without feeding like you fiendin what's the matter with tha weakling 
Eyes start leakin when I broke yo sternum got ya wheezing 

on tha floor geeking cause you on the floor seizing 
Winds of change blowing but it got my ass freezing 
Schemin demons needin reasons not to leave ya bleedin with no teeth in yo mouth left to eat with so you breathin thru a tube and I'm caught red by the blue cause a loose lipped heathen dropped a clue 
Now I sit here and I simmer in the summer seethin steepin dreamin findin meanin from behind the bars that im screamin

In the cut like suture 
psychic see the future
Nate grey on yo block knock ya to a stupor
Stupid like you ignant insulated like tha lipid 
You fat bitch slit your wrist 
Go die down in a ditch

In the cut like suture 
psychic see the future
Nate grey on yo block knock ya to a stupor
Stupid like you ignant insular ignorant dimwit
Full of shit slit your wrist 
die down in a ditch bitch

Wit no kids and three moneys I stay alert for the hunnies 
So we can fuck just like the bunnies
But l always wear a rubbie 
Unless she clean with no bodies
hoe its prolly yo fav hobby
Go out get some skyns come back 
And that's when we'll begin

Give her a ten then sent her to a 7eleven
I tell the lobby not to let her in wit no exceptions
I ain't fuck with the reckless so I leave her a message
Directly go home trick aint fuckin what with you sellin

Die Down In A Ditch(Area Fiddy One) [Prod. Yung Sweaty Hands]

I'm aware.

(Lyrics)

Yea if I wanted I could step out startin flexin just in case I bring some weapons tempt the mob to come and take em
Christ sake life taken like my soul has been forsaken
Tryina play me like a snare ok they must have been mistaken
Dont need the money it ain't funny fuck materialism 
realism like imperialism conquering the system 
Champion fuck the masses represent a mess amassed 
Bastion to cover yo asses less intense than a rowdy class
The dry spell is over well she suckin on my boner made my dick harder than the boulder unconflicted bout running you over runnin back rewinding flickin it backwards to start it over backfire on yo ass goin nowhere flooded motor
persistence is key breakin in like skeleton
Your munitions lookin weak ain't akin to smith nor wesson
Time to learn my lesson time to earn a session fuck a mention
Skip the bench and fuck selection fuck the system wont assist em
Disgust let's discuss just how I hate you,
How I hate them everyone now could I shank you
Honest truth cant cut loose go on cuz I said to
Tell me what do I really have no body 
Someone come n save me so I wont end up on the news
In the lobby hanging from the noose like my newest hobby thank you

For listening for dissing me for spitting in my face
For watching me enjoy myself and shitting on my day
For only hitting me up just to see what I'll say 
When you ask me for a favor but havent come thru in ages 
Well my answers written boldly on these motherfuckin pages and it says 
Fuck you 


Always keep it sheathed and within my reach 
Yo its got the teeth bitin deep when it speak 
Got ya pressed to breathe punctured lung gon leak 
Rip ya flesh up bleedin couldn't suture it up clean 
Now the gash scar thicker than the knife I used to stick ya 
Blood stain clothes hit the tide like power lifter 
Come to the shows hit the merch table for the stickers 
I gotta empty stomach and I'm tryina cop a snickers 
Before I turned 21 lost my interest in the liquor 
Still hit the drunken style while I sweep yo leg like swiffer
take yo wallet quicker cause I knew you couldn't fight
Simple quicker than you saw comin I knocked you out yo lights


You know I kinda miss runnin from the cops
miss trappin on the block
Miss the opps miss the drops miss the stop and frisks the risks miss the guap whiff the quap miss yo shot leave my shop
Before I kick you out the store because you're actin too hot
Go ahead deny it but someone else is sure to buy it 
Next customer how are you sir wanna try it

hooked up with the grow op threw the p down of the og
Looked up asked him what's the catch he said its nothin butchu owe me
No frontin he fronted and i held my end true in less than a week bitch like what the fuck it do
Miss me witchyo bullshit hooligan gon try a mulligan 
Claim again he'll pay me maybe but I ain't no fool my man
Why you got me waitin are you tryina make a statement
So youre lagging like you're latent i am stagnant and impatient 
Bitch you're ragged l am flagrant
I have had it with your fakin
If you want my two cents
Get some sense or you won't make it
Bitch you dense 


Always keep it sheathed and within my reach 
Yo its got the teeth bitin deep when it speak 
Got ya pressed to breathe punctured lung gon leak 
Rip ya flesh up bleedin couldn't suture it up clean 
Now the gash scar thicker than the knife I used to stick ya 
Blood stain clothes hit the tide like power lifter 
Come to the shows hit the merch table for the stickers 
I gotta empty stomach and I'm tryina cop a snickers 
Before I turned 21 lost my interest in the liquor 
Still hit the drunken style while I sweep yo leg like swiffer
take yo wallet quicker cause I knew you couldn't fight
Simple quicker than you saw comin I knocked you out yo lights
Yea if I wanted I could step out startin flexin just in case I bring some weapons tempt the mob to come and take em
Christ sake life taken like my soul has been forsaken
Tryina play me like a snare yall must have been mistaken

TRAP HOLE [Prod. Yung Sweaty Hands]

RAMPAGE [prod. Yung Sweaty Hands]

Self Taught | DIY  TIL  i  DIE

All Tracks Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by NATE GREY

NATE GREY

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