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saturday got weird (prod. @saylessleshi)

PROD. ME

CHOOSING TO BE AN ARTIST IS A MENTAL ILLNESS
I'M PROBABLY GONNA QUIT MAKING MUSIC SOON
I JUST DO NOT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
I PLAYED THIS SONG ON TOUR A LOT

I SMOKE FREEBASE CRACK LIKE HUNTER BIDEN

LYRICS:

SAID I DON'T GET ONLINE AND ASK YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU FIGHT
THEY DECIDE
I SIT BACK AND STACK MY FUCKING VOCAL TRACK
CATCH YOU RIGHT OUTSIDE I'M ON THIS BUS FOR FUCKING 25
THEY DECIDE
IF I EVER SEE THE DAY I'M 25

WHY WOULD I SPEND ANY TIME ON MAKING WHAT I THINK YOU WANT
I CAME OUT TO STAND ON TOP HIS NECK JUST LIKE A FUCKING COP
I KEEP WISHING DEATH ON ALL MY FRIENDS AND I CAN'T MAKE IT STOP
I CAN'T EVEN TAKE MYSELF TO BED BECAUSE HE NEED TO ROT

I KNOW WHERE I'M FUCKING UP AND WHERE I GOT MY SHIT ON LOCK
I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING WANT
MAYBE YOU'RE UPSET BECAUSE I WORK AND NOW THEY GIVE A FUCK
SORRY THAT YOU FEEL LIKE I'M YOUR ENEMY I'M REALLY NOT

TELL ME IF YOU HEAR IT IN MY VOICE THAT I'M NOT FEELING RIGHT
I BEEN UP FOR HOURS AT THIS POINT SO IT'S ON FUCKING SIGHT
I GIVE UP ON MUSIC ALL IT DOES IS MAKE ME FUCKING FIGHT
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I EVEN WANTED SO I REALLY MIGHT

I COULD TALK TO EVERY SINGLE FRIEND AND I STILL FEEL ALONE
I PUT EVERY PART OF WHO I AM AND I GOT NONE TO SHOW
I SPEND EVERY DAY IMPRESSING PEOPLE I DON'T FUCKING KNOW
IF I COULD I'D FUCKING DISAPPEAR THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED THOUGH

I KNOW PEOPLE THINK I GOT IT SET DON'T FUCKING TALK LIKE THAT
WORRY 'BOUT MY FRIENDS JUST LIKE I CARE THEN I DON'T CALL THEM BACK
I CAN'T EVEN WALK OUTSIDE 'CAUSE NOTHING MAKE ME HAPPY, BET
TELL YOUR FRIENDS EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET

FUCK YOUR EXPECTATIONS, ANTI-MEDICATED PIECE OF SHIT
WHY WOULD I DESERVE IT ALL I EVER DID WAS FUCKING BITCH
EASIER IT'S SAID THAN DONE BUT WISH I MAKE YOU FUCKING SICK
SHIT DON'T REALLY MATTER THAT'S 'CAUSE NOTHING EVER

@clyptic
@yvngpvnk

lyrics: 

I ride with tint
That’s all I hear
Whip too dark 
See crystal clear
This black don’t see no preyin eyes
My dusk drawn shades see dead for miles
I’m geeked up cookin in a wasteland solo 
Explore this shit mark heads no polo
Imma bitch lova
These men despise
My chronic taste where ego dies
Ride on

If I’m bein real
I’d love to see you fuckin die
Sick of listening 
Cause girl I know you fucking lie
Imma empty out this ten fold
I know you’re here
Was i so wrong?
One night your gone

Life really ain’t fair that much at all
Two heavens
Betta pay up, up the law
4 months going down 
through a hell an back
tombstones stand on the grounds
Now I’m fallen flat
Bitch
I don’t really wanna pop out
Cause the drugs don’t hit
Yeah the alc - don’t  - bounce - me - up
Fuck 
Labelin my shit now
Wanted for a minute
Now we cuttin out the background

I can spaz on beats all day
Homeboy let her wash away
not my fault but yet it is
So sorry man let’s handle biz

I don’t need fists to solve my shit
But yeah I ain’t no saint
I’ll break up lips
These cracked up chappers runnin mouth
They buggin
Finna hold my own
Layed out, you duckin

IT WHAT IT IS BOY
YOU AINT NO KILLA
SITTIN PRETTY YOU A BITCH BOY
TALK MY SHIT GO HOME
CUCK ASS MOTHAFUCKA THUGGIN
HE WAS SUCKIN ON THE TITTIES OF A BITCH
HE THOUGHT WAS LOVIN ALL OF HIM
SHIT WAS IN YOUR HEAD
LET EM KNOW MY NAME
TILL THE DAY IM DEAD

It’s not that I care about you
I fuckin hate yo guts 
Stop
Rip that pain up out you
I know you in a rut
But fuck that!
Promise to myself I’m finna clean up
Help heal all the ones I love
been dependent and a sinner 
fuckin early through the winter
All the hearts I’ve stolen broken in a month
Fuck was it worth

I can spaz on beats all day
Homeboy let her wash away
not my fault but yet it is
So sorry man let’s handle biz (x2)


I know your a just a waste of time
I know your heart will break like mine
Winter, summer it don’t matter
Time will heal before it shatters
Fuck I loath that emptiness
You breakin up I love this shit

It ain’t no secret 
I’m not bloated from my self worth
I keep the pressure on my mental
Cause the truth hurts 
I think I'm destined for some greatness
But this hearse works
Can’t pop no pill
Or else my brain will
Think I'm damned cursed!
I fuck up plans
These words mean shit
Wash dirty hands 
Up high I held my shattered gun
The bullet bounced 
Right off my tounge

Wanna talk about it
Run about it 
end up in the car now
Fuck her on the table
Washin dishes
Needin love how
Pretty boys need pretty shit
Cause life don’t care boutta dirty bitch
I’m dead

✧ nights move fast ✧ (prod. yung jash)

Lyrics:

Beat my soul into submission
Hope I’ll learn by 80
To hate yourself, it’s like a drug
I’ve been consuming lately
You keep your secrets
Are you lyin?
Why this got me doubtin?
It’s like I can’t explain my feelins
Through these words I’m shoutin

You kiss my neck until I crash
My heart just skipped and fell out fast
I overthink the shit I should
You fret and bleed the way I would
If I found you alone
Couple men in the past
But you tell me you know
I’m a fortunate soul

(Hook)
I’ve been up dyin
For like 20 nights
I keep my head up 
When I heard you died
I need you please 
To just give me enough
Cause I’m imperfect
When I open up 

Just how I act
Lonesome thoughts
Keep me intact
I’m in the wrong town sleepin all day
I put up with this shit just to have my way
And im really In the back of it
An when I hear my sin
Its what I rap about and why it bring me in
So why you reading on my mind 
for the millionth time
I told you I aint give a sign 
Your ego raisin the bar bitch

Red hot 
Ya burnin my nose
Too close for love
I hate those!
On my own shit
Makin time I hate the lines you wrote in
Everybody hatin
But i know we steady growin!
Lust touched at first I’ll admit
Your tone rings soul across my abyss
Imma damn void
Fill me up and take me up a road
I fought a couple demons 
just to find my golden ghost

We in a war zone
An we fighting for are lives
Some mothafuckas pussy callin out
these blatant lies
Like how you gonna benefit from shit like this?
You talk so low
So pathetic!
I need to serenade my peers
Drown my act with crystal tears
Fuck your friends
And fuck you too!
I hate your cries
Your lame excuses

Cause!

(Hook)

words dont work (prod. erlax)

test my patience (prod. morecalcium)

ALL PLATFORMS

CONTRACEPTIVE W/ NIKKO (PROD. ROMA JONSON)

lyrics:

I think a murder spree in order
For my personal retort
Cut copy information travels
That boy pussy, out of order
Trauma settles, inner presence 
It done made you someone else 
But no excuse for all your ignorance
Can you save you from my hell

I’m boutta put 10 shots
In yo back pocket 
An you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some “bad” chronic
You’ll pass on me,
I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1
Cause ya body ain’t move 
Till the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble
For all that shit that you just did

My brother turned me a to a bitter soul
Who’s spun up in the head
I’ve have to live with burnin images
That haunt my love with dread 
I can’t compete with charismatics
Simply cause I ain’t built
To have a ragin narassicm paired with 
 psychopathic guilt 

So fuck, you ride for me?
Cause all the time we had
Was lived with flawless execution 
Not a fate gone bad?
Done givin up conflict for their sake
If I want that war better know I’d take it
Put somebody in my place to fuck my bitch
So I would die alone

I see you pivot like the snakin fucker that you are
Uh
One day you love em than you switch up
screaming “holy ego!”
Background music 
till I’m pissed off and act out 
A fact don’t lose
Till it’s charmed and it’s sat down
A pact we made yeah self to self
I been backstabbed once I don’t plan on the next round

Oh yeah
I don’t know
How you move so manifold
You spread yo wings
Witta locked - in scope on things you want
But couldn’t hold
Manipulate with lusted dreams
You feed on what they give to ya
If rooted, I am jealousy, but tell your girl
Who you have breached

night walker (prod. yung jash)

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LYRICS: 

what a bummer
wipe that grin up off yo fuckin face
motherfucker check my sleeve i got the fuckin ace
undercover how i’m paving my own fuckin way
what a bummer, i do this shit better anyways

me and karma mobbin, got the mother fuckin pump 
turn em inside out, i pump em full of led i fill em up 
i get the guap, i get the bank, why you fuckers talkin like you rubbin off the paint ? 
bitch i bring the fuckin, 

Pain x8
Pain x8

I’m boutta fuck up the place , man you outta place, don’t give a fuck what you say
anarchofuckhead i really do not like to play, bitch ima take off yo face
everybody always doin this shit like they basic, too blunt better face it 
i do not care about nun a these pussies they chasin, bitch i’m up and they hate it

BRING THE PAIN ! (PROD. BUCKX2 X CACITY) [MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC]

G17 (PROD. TRULIFE)

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$outh $ide $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x POUYA - MUDDY BLUNTS

I need this 
I need that 
need one bitch with two gats
need one bitch on my lap
need three cars in all black
i just pulled up in a chevy now he laying on the floor
she the devil dressed in prada choppa slinging at yo door
I need this 
I need that 
need one bitch with two gats
need one bitch on my lap
need three cars in all black
I know something that you don't, semi drop like domino 
yeah my wrist is fuckin icy bitches scrapping at the snow

Nina dobrev 
Wanna fuck that bitch 
She gone suck this dick 
Till I cum that’s it 
Told you pussys 
I don’t fuck with this 
You a punk ass bitch 
Sucking punk ass dick 
nick nac paddy wack let em know that daddies back
lil goth bitch bend it over show me kitty cat
show me where the semi at hoe better give me that
switch blade hand gernade i dont do no chitty chat
AR Poke his belly gonna jigg like jelly muhtha fucka he a dough boy
bandaid whoa like nelly gonna hit my celly cause im the fucken dope boy
give her meat like deli like whoa he smelly mutha fucka he a broke boy
Hashtag bitches jelly throw R's like kelly muh fucka I glow boy

YEE HAW! (prod. tyler creed)

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I hear these fucking 808s in my sleep,
I lurk in the night, tiptoe when I reap,
dark from my nightmares and light from my dreams combine to making something that I do not believe,

cherry picking all the sins I confess, I got more in the vault do not think that I’m blessed
I’m alone and depressed probably more than the rest, imma sickness yeah I am a shot to the chest 

youre a waste bitch
fuck up your life with just one swing of the blade bitch 
blade rip
we are so ignorant we do not give only take shit 
face split 
swinging my fist and leaving your face on the pavement 
gimme payment
or I’ll be the doctor submitting your ass as a patient 

fully focused I am not wasting time, imma travel that road and take back what is mine,
imma fuck up your life, wanna test me I dare you to look in my eye step over the line 
RVMAN posted yeah that’s triple the threat 
RVMAN posted yeah we talking your breath
RVMAN posted leaving your brain exposed 
yeah we pull up on you we the bringer of death 

grip the magnum till my hands start to sweat 
grip the magnum till they all end up dead 
grip the magnum till I fill they ass up with so many round they are then made of lead 

I suggest that you all do not fuck with me 
think that ur tough till I pull up to ur city 
my shootas is ghosts they will not end up guilty
my Draco is bloated boutta make it skinny 

Crucify me im a threat to the populous that’s the only way that you will be stopping us, 
we have a plan to rip out your esophagus 
yuh lil boi we talking your consciousness,

STEP OVER THE LINE LIL BOY LIKE YUH x4

[AMV]

StepOverTheLine [Prod. mutru] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

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