nervexx

burn the bulls (prod. alcurists)

art by @st4tic-demon
@whosbrokie
@yvngpvnk

chemical tendencies! (ft. brokie) [prod. shneaky]

@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]

art by @nuumastar
@whosbrokie
@buckx2
@yvngpunk

jailbirds! w/ brokie [prod. buckx2]

@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)

Hell Is From Above (Buckx2)

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)

how did you cope? (prod. morecalcium)

die for none! (prod. papapedro)

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

test my patience (prod. morecalcium)

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