@guapsensei
art by @nuumastar
@yvngpvnk

lyrics:

(hook)
imma a mothafuckin asshole
have my way!
blue check money when i start my day
dance wave deck, low paid but set
how i been it when i died deep down and lay?

(verse)
aye sucka money down bad
get him in that peso lock
ok two shots and the fade gon drop
gon run!
if you think im spelling Armageddon 
imma low block, grippin and whippin to Kamar - Taj!
get the fuck down, minute money waste my time!
reminiscent of my chick, when the lowers are mere mimes
ok!
if i was a money - pressin wise guy
news flash bitch got you guessin if the dead die!
leave a man open, got you damaged and chokin
while you rubbin off your standards
in a line we be hoping...
what it do then?
you a misguide!
propane i be sippin while the rest die!
fuck all of your problems...
your disrespect!
had a shot go low
it was left unchecked
for the best tho!
i dont got em runnin up my asshole!
prior to the bitches i was tweakin thinkin let go!

(guap verse)

(hook x 2)

have my way! (w/ guap sensei) [prod. shneaky x 8OAPE]

Goddamn your a motha fuckin asshole,
Goddamn ima boutta fuckin spaz bro,
All you snowflake Faggot pussys built like hasbro,
Talkin shit up on the net cause you think rap real,
This shit just another market to these fake hoes,
They could give a singe fuck of where the sound goes,
Always followin these trends never make more,
Then go braggin to they friends who are softmores,
Bitch you 30,
Still rap like zillakami,
You talkin all that ladi dadi, 
Get another hobby,
Ugh picture perfect,
Pretending you somebody,
You squackin that you caught a body,
But won’t hurt nobody,
Fucks up,
I put yo mouth to the curb bitch,
Fuck up,
I split yo jaw with the verbiage, 
Fucks up,
I skin yo body like some deerskin,
Fucks up,
All this shit you say irrelevant,
SoundCloud rappers sound like middle school bitches,
Yung flex had the vision bitch you better go listen,
I’m gon live by these words till I make it official,
I’m the underlord bitch i don’t needa judicial.

Time and time again, I tell these losers how we not the same,
Must’ve did too many xans, that shit not getting through they brains,
Tryna run up in the industry and blow it out the frame,
Still don’t take myself too seriously, but this shit not a game,
Tryna rid the fucking scene of all the fake shit,
How the fuck these pussies out here blowing up the rapists,
How the fuck you out here bumping rap, but you a racist?
Pogo in the pit until his fucking chest caved in,
None these niggas scare me, I won’t even act subtle,
Watch me pull up on that bitch and make him backpedal,
If you ain’t me or 7, boy don’t even act special,
And don’t even think bout calling this shit trap metal,
These faggots trash how flex out-spit they asses rapping for fun,
You big and bad but haven’t even heard the sound of a gun,
Game on our back, and rappers steady out here adding up tons,
I’ll light a blunt up in remembrance when your 15 is done!

UNDERLORD

SNOWFLAKE

SNOWFLAKE - FT. YUNG FLEX (PROD. GODZAY KATANA)

@yvngpvnk
art by @_clyptic_ on ig
lyrics:

Said I been around town
With a couple of hoes
I ain’t built too tough
Just defeated by most

An words don’t speak the way I do
Common cold infect my stu
Imma show em when 
the mothafuckas run mouth
When I’m undefeated I be runnin
Wit my old self
Bring it back home
M I A when I was trialed out
An we was young dumb livin
Witta wild shout

Why I gotta go on a hard night
Mom don’t know
There’s a bullet in my brain now
Split my wig into two sides 
Eyes go red
Seein feral like a canine
Dawg took a kettle to the dome
Now I press my pain through a blade
To my brazo
Hurtin myself while I’m livin
Cause the blood on my chest feels good 
When I cut deep
Now I gotta…

MAN FUCK THIS
WHY DO I DECAY?
WHY I LET MYSELF
FEEL THE PAIN
ROT AWAY
CAUSE I LET A DUMB BITCH
TAKE CONTROL OF MY LIFESTYLE
FREAKIN OUT AND YELLIN
INNA SPACE OF A DAMN LIE
ROLL CAGE
AND IM BLACKEN OUT
I CANT LEAVE NO HOE
FOR A CASH AMOUNT
AND IN THE MEANTIME
ROBBIN AN LOWIN THE DEAD DOWN
IMMA GOAD TWO STEPPIN 
THE PAIN OF PIN OUT

FUCK YOU

✞pain exposes weakness✞

unbridled & unhinged (prod. shneaky)

art by @nuumastar
@yvngpvnk

lyrics:
Witta bland mothafucka 
He gon take two sips
No shots, ok!
Said it taste like piss
My mind at the right time
Playin both sides
No lies!
In the gym 
while he chompin Popeyes! 

Goddamn imma spin it
Bring the night back
Been in count a mili
And you know we finna hype that
Been around checks 
They lettin us...
Hope for lives!
Rule that canabilism in housewives
We was downtown chillin in the eighth grade
Sippin tall teas, all the homies livin bitch made
Now we gotta run, future comin fast!
No light shinin from my wasted past
From the cost of the fate, hitta
Right left!
Imma punch a mothafucka to complete my test
What you know boutta home where the love runs deep?
Neva stuck, neva last, how I find my peace?

Boy betta rock up, get ya head chopped!
Corny mothafucka in the Teremana sweatshop
Low days, filled with cocaine, sippin propane
Level up yo numbas for you braggin in ya old age!
 
Rockin the bass up
I know, know!
Betta enlist her
Your so, so!
Heavy in my mind
I go, go!
In the pit man, fathered with the big dogs

Ok
Lookin at me both ways
Screamin bloody murder
Think he finna pull an OJ
Stabbin everybody call the cops
We in a growth phase
Abercrombie models way your lustin come in slow waves!

Cannibalistic my tone
Lookin for a gem an they bite on my bones
‘Effin up my state, bringin thunda am i late?
Demigodin when I bend em but they know my fate!
Mothafucka wanna dance off
I’ll say!
1999 goin Y2K
Imma put em in the grave, now it’s on my plate
Gettin sickened from the dope 
And the leaves I rake mothafucka!

Know I gotta move on, know I gotta get gone
Truthful high percentage there’s a chance that imma get bombed
Start a new religion 
Monty python with the status
Cult like fans of a Dane goin spastic
What the fuck is happening?
These bitches wanna cough up
Dirty air - in laundry imma lead em through a buildup!
Get on the floor, get out yo bird cage
You a grown ass man...
But a lame most days!

FUCK THIS!

Where I go?
I be throwing vox till I cut my throat
Yeah I’m breakin up my body, I'm a dedicated man
Through the grass of the fakes to the tell tale lands

Imma pour up!
We gon pass out!
Gotta Yung bitch livin in a cash drought!
She be gettin money in her hands, findin dollas in the stands 
She a real one digin in the sands of a potluck!

(bark)

subliminal intoxication! (prod. shneaky)

@nervexx
@yxuragxner
@buckx2

LYRICS

(YAUX)

WHEN I STEP INTO THE FUNCTION
KNOW THE BLOOD GON' MAKE A PUDDLE
BITCH HYSTERIA THE SET
AND BOY WE LOOKIN' LIKE SOME TROUBLE
AND I'M SCREAMIN' OUT MY LUNGS
LIL BITCH IM DOING NOTHING SUBTLE
WAY I SLIDE INTO THAT BEAT
I'M BOUT TO TEAR IT A NEW BUTTHOLE

BURNS ON MY CHEST AND I GAS OUT THE REST
AND IM SOMEHOW STILL THE BEST UH
YOU BEEN ON YOUR MUSTARD SHIT
BITCH YOU NEED TO KETCHUP (CATCH UP)

SMOKE UP A BITCH LIKE I ROLLED UP A SPLIFF
AND ITS ALL BOUT THAT KUSH, NOTHIN LESS UH
LIKE IT WHEN I'M FLICKIN' BIC
BOUT TO MAKE A MESS

OUTTA YOU!

ONE TWO THREE FOUR
GET A FUCKING MOP WHORE

BLOOD IS ON THE PAVEMENT GOT SOMETHING TO SAY,
THEN SAVE IT UH
LACING UP MY BOOTS AND I HOP IN THE PIT
AND BREAK IT UH
BUYING ALL THAT CLOUT, LIL BITCH
YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT UH

(GXNER)

Yeah I’ll leave his body on the interstate 
See you on the net you get to talkin then you get erased
Shawty use her neck she get to toppin I bust on her face
My shotty get to poppin it gonna leave him with a busted brain
I’m flyer then Kobe 
You is a whole fiend
Said he take percs man I hope that you OD
Bro you still owe me
We are not homies
Imma stomp you out you look better with broke teeth
I just met that girl I get to blowing out her back uh
I smoke too much dope I can not see like cataracts uh
I do kill for hire I think imma count a rack up
If he get to talkin leave his body on the black top

(NERVEXX)

I was fuckin naked
The basics are in a criminal
If I had a statement
I’m sayin that I’m orginal

The rave boy
He stand out
His posse wanna way out
The people that be lovin me
Gon dip, a mental layout

Bet!
Hold my shit
Cause i don’t really got the hands for it
I’m wiping snot up out my nose
And gettin bands for it
A potski hit my line
He got a method issue mane
I thought I told you hypocrites
Who sleepin that I bit you
But I can’t

ISSUE CAUSIN
PROPOSIN A MENTAL BREAKDOWN
GOTTA CARRY, NEW BARRIES
IM NEVA SAFE NOW

Betta shape the fuck up
Get layin in the ground
Stuck in epitomous
Hopin the lemon of livin
Be rollin the venom around

UH

CLEAN UP ON AISLE 5! W/ GXNER + NERVEXX (PROD. BUCKX2)

bloody crushes w/ yaux (prod. buckx2)

@clyptic

Lyrics:

Hometown killa run it back
In the park now
in the pen with the neighbors 
Independent of their thinkin 
But we sharin hella love When the drugs out
in the cut sick of bleedin but you Neva 
Comin home 
Took a dub what you on bout 
Uh

I just delete my soul
This brick don't heat to go
I compensate my highs with lows

Got my mind movin real fast
All these pussies hate on my past
Guess I fucked up my social
For this one girl I’ve had a lotta time with

Movin out the silence
Got nobody dissin 
Ain’t that nun to fuckin die with
Say I’m hella petty for my crimes
Come get this violence
A shot up in your brain
You left the house without no guidance
You eye this
Hoe 

Like what you know about some pain?
I spent 700 days 
with a bitch who was playin games
She kept fuckin up my mental
Ask a question
Imma duck it hoe
I don’t need depression
But shit imma need some antidote

I let them raid on my self
And I account for that
I lost the trust of the homies
A broken code a fact
Even though was fake fuck
I ate up off that energy
People gave a fuck if I was livin
Now they dead to me

Damn wit yo bloated minds
Rising up to dynamo
Engeretic tellin lies
You hide up in this anecdote
Get lost why I’m feelin
That Damaged hell
Don’t die when you got the test
I spent three days buildin that was hard as fuck
But imma eat that shit for I catch some rest

Think i betta hit the bed
An imma load up
Moderate your tone
Or I’ll closeup
Risin out by 7
I pop out the line
An i Hope Shell grab it
It’s not that, im fine

Aye 

I rocked out the show
I whip wit yo bitch
And she serve me her throat
Needa chance to be proven 
I’m finna fail it I’m losin
Ive been empathic of your pain 
An still yo self you been choosing 
I’ve been alone
Body done failed me most
But I’m workin on a loan
From a god who knows
My pain and past
If I was meant to last
If given up was still an option 
When I doged the crash

Like what you know about some pain?
I spent 700 days 
with a bitch who was playin games
She kept fuckin up my mental
Ask a question
Imma duck it hoe
I don’t need depression
But shit imma need some antidote

fail me most (prod. sxzu x morris x diicez)

I CAN'T TELL YOUR FUCKING STATE
CAUSE YOUR MIND IS FUCKIN DULL
instagram.com/rejectedreyna

lyrics:
genius.com/Rejectedreyna-pestilence-lyrics

PESTILENCE (049) [prod. LOWKEYLUCIFER & LAMB]

Life Just Isnt The Same Anymore Pt. 2 (Buckx2)

YAUX 

KEEP MY HEAD DOWN
IM JUST STEPPIN IN MY NEW ROCKS
SICK OF ALL THEM BITCHES
TALKIN BOUT ME NEED A FLU SHOT
HITTIN UP MY DIGITS YOU AINT
LIKE ME 'FOR I BLEW UP
I JUST CHECKED MY PAYPAL 
GOT A RACK FOR MY NEW DROP UH

WHEN I WALK UP IN THE FUNCTION
BITCH IM TRYNNA SEE SOME BLOOD
WHAT THE FUCK
IF YOU UP INSIDE THE PIT
YOU GETTIN PUNCHED
FUCK IT UP
WHEN I SEE EM LAYIN DOWN
I GET A RUSH
RUN IT UP
FROM THE BACK TO THE FRONT
GOT EM SCREAMIN OUT THEY GUTS
WHAT I LOVE, AINT NO LUST

I AINT MAKIN LIKE A SLUT
BITCH IN YAUX WE TRUST
PRINT MY FACE ON ALL MY BUCKS
ALL YOU ARTISTS ACT DISABLED
WAY YOU LEANING ON A CRUTCH UH

KEEP MY HEAD DOWN
IM JUST STEPPIN IN MY NEW ROCKS
SICK OF ALL THEM BITCHES
TALKIN BOUT ME NEED A FLU SHOT
HITTIN UP MY DIGITS YOU AINT
LIKE ME 'FOR I BLEW UP
I JUST CHECKED MY PAYPAL 
GOT A RACK FOR MY NEW DROP UH

ISSBROKIE

i just got a rack from my new drop
bought a new glock
you get shot
bitch i’m usopp
how i never miss witta bop
make a stu hot
whenever i drop issa classic bitch i move bach
mozart rollin in his bones
bitch i flow hard
rappers don’t know
i make dough cuz i wrote art
yo bitch gimme dome then want a home
baby, don’t start
you gon’ gimme smart, then it’s bart, 
i got no heart

me and yaux chillin on the golden gate
where we gonna go today
to the opp house turn that boy to paste
if he wanna buck, he get slumped, then we roll the suede
i don’t give a fuck that you punk, bitch go away

brokie witcho bm in the cut
get a monster from the ampm then i eat it up
trap metal rappers wanna see they semen in my butt
i got reyna all up in my DMs that boy tryna
(ayoooooo)

YAUX

KEEP MY HEAD DOWN
IM JUST STEPPIN IN MY NEW ROCKS
SICK OF ALL THEM BITCHES
TALKIN BOUT ME NEED A FLU SHOT
HITTIN UP MY DIGITS YOU AINT
LIKE ME 'FOR I BLEW UP
I JUST CHECKED MY PAYPAL 
GOT A RACK FOR MY NEW DROP UH
KEEP MY HEAD DOWN
IM JUST STEPPIN IN MY NEW ROCKS
SICK OF ALL THEM BITCHES
TALKIN BOUT ME NEED A FLU SHOT
HITTIN UP MY DIGITS YOU AINT
LIKE ME 'FOR I BLEW UP
I JUST CHECKED MY PAYPAL 
GOT A RACK FOR MY NEW DROP UH

AVERAGE RAMEN ENJOYERS W/ ISSBROKIE (PROD. NOXYGEN)

@saylessleshi for da mix
big ty to @cant_th1nk on ig for the art

lyrics:

Verse 1:

You can not expect the things
That come at such an odd time
The people cry themselves to sleep
I’m waiting on the front line
And reckless abandonment 
What you do to me? 
I’m wasting my
last few breaths
On this mp3
Girl just tell me now if I’m
Wasting 
Attention
I just got off the phone 
With a guy you never mentioned
Some peace of mind
Wouldn’t fill this void 
I need to empty out

AND LEAVE THE REST OF YOU
TO ROT

Hook:

I offended you
I’m sorry I didnt mean to intrude
I just got done with waking up
And putting nails in my shoe
I can’t forget the words
Of men who wanna
Put me down
I scrape the plate of all the people
Who be throwing it out 

(Break)

Verse 2:

Youre not so different from the tweakers
At the station
You downing alcohol
It’s you way of relaxation
You said you had responsibilities 
That’s in the past though
You crying for some pity
But these people walk right past so
Don’t ever ask for info
On a subject
You don’t care about
I got 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 dealers
And you aired them out

So why should i?
Give the time of day
To a man left broken
Should I walk away?

Hell nah

(Hook)

have my way! (w/ guap sensei) [prod. shneaky x 8OAPE]

nervexx

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