REBEL

prod @gullyspit
mix/master Lord Gasp

___________
would you love me still
if i told u i ain’t special just mentally ill
I got issues , call me narcissus like daffodils
I see ghosts and I need bags im tryna see those bills
Mama should have popped the pill

Would you love me still
If I told you I hear voices ain’t it kinda creep
They be ghostwriting my songs as I walk in the streets
All these citizens, NPCs stare at me 
And god I feel like breaking knees

I might comatose
Comatose
Comatose

Ima need my dose
Need my dose
Need my dose

I might comatose
Comatose
Comatose

Ima need my dose
Need my dose
Need my dose

Would you love me still
If I told you I can’t chill
I can’t stay still for a second unless I gobble pills
*you gotta chill*
That dude so nervous he be shaking Like a drill
*pneumatic drill*
 And when I die pickle my brain with some dill..
*What?*

What’s the deal with me
Kill my dreams, down the sink
Bitch I always drink, always drink
My grey matter shrinks!

What’s the deal with me
Dreams down the sink
Bitch I always drink, drink
Matter shrinks!

Come on spill the tea for me 
Tell me how you so retarded
Fragility taught me don’t be what They think you are 
And that minimum wage ain’t for Me, 9-5 makes me vomit
Y’all stuck in like 1840 , boy yo shit Is garbage

come on spill the tea for me 
tell me how you so retarded
fragility taught me dont be what they think you are 
and that minimum wage aint for me, 9-5 makes me vomit
yall stuck in like 1840 , boy yo shit is garbage

Comatose

How Industrious.

Lyrics:
I just spent a bag on some bad things
Pop a little bit and now i feel like I am lapsing
I be going up while they Crashing
Hit me for the work and didn't realize I'm taxing

Scratch my skin it peels off me
Whisper in this state appealing
Speak softly
I feel great I feel cocky
Lot up on my plate I take my meals promptly

It's a little fucking difficult to operate a function
Throw them fucking hands then get to Swinging to concussion
Fucking losing it like you been trapped inside a dungeon
Body needing more but it jus suffer a reduction

Money on my mind I got his bitch just fucking eyeing me
Preach about my worth and fuck her raw I Call it irony
Swear to God my sense of reason seems to be just idling
556 gon flatten out his block like we be ironing

Walk out, bitch, my top is finna drop down
Territory filled with the stench of fucking blood now
You ain't part of the mix, your getting tossed out
And I been high as a bitch, I gotta come down

I make this shit look like it's easy
Its ok your man wants to be me
I can't see wit u underneath me
And I feel like you been all depleting

BAD THINGS [PROD DUMBCHILD]

https://soundcloud.com/gigipolar
https://soundcloud.com/the0000

Get it Done

Get it Done W/ GiGi Polar

feat. @fenrirprod and prod. by @akvri

lyrics:

FUCKING UP THE OUTCOME AND I'M STILL COMING IN FIRST
FUCK ALL THE NOISE IMMA PUT EM IN HERSE
HUMAN OR A BEAST, THE HOLY BLADE WILL MAKE IT WORSE
SHOOTING OFF HIS NECK ALL THESE HUNTERS FUCKING CURSED 

THE LAMPS OF THE NIGHT, PUT SOME LIGHT IN MY SOUL
WHY DO WE GOTTA KILL IF WE ALWAYS WANT SOME MORE
RISE FROM THE GRAVE IMMA SHOOT EM WITH THE K
7.62 BULLETS IN ITS FUCKING FACE 

I WATCH THE BODIES STACK THE NIGHT, WHEN I’M STUCK IN A DREAM
OVER AND OVER I DIE AND WONDER WHAT IT MEANS
STUCK BETWEEN WHAT WAS AND WHAT THE FUCK IT COULD’VE BEEN
CUTTING UP THE FLESH AND WONDER WHAT MORE COULD I BRING 

R1 SLASH SLASH, ION NEED NO DASH
EVEN IN THE CHURCH, THE FIRE OF THE PAPER THEY’LL CRASH
FUCK WE TAKIN OUT THE TRASH CROW 
STOMPIN ON THEIR FACE TILL THEIR HEAD BLOW 

DRESSED UP LIKE A FUCKIN CROW, WITH EVERY ECHO, NEED SOME MORE
CAUSE IMMA SHOW THESE FUCKIN PUSSIES STH THEY AIN’T SEEN BEFORE
THEY WANT ME DEAD AND FUCKING GONE, IMMA MAKE THEM ALL REMEMBER 
THAT NO MATTER WHAT I DO THEY'LL NEVER GET ME TO SURRENDER

CAUSE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS KEEP ON RUNNIN ON THEY FUCKIN MOUTH
I DONT TAKE NONE THE ADVICE, KILL THE PREY, WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?
UP IN THE CATHEDRAL TRYNA FIND MY WAY TO SANITY
BUT I BEGIN TO REALIZE IT WILL COST ME MY HUMANITY

BREAKING THEIR NECK FEEL MY BLOODLUST 
FILLING SOME VIALS ITS WHAT THE BLOOD COST
FILL MY VEINS WITH THE GODS AND THEIR AURAS 
THE OATH OF THE DAMNED AS THEY DEPLORE US 

HUNG FROM GALLOWS LET THE SHADOWS COME 
A CITY CLOAKING MADNESS AND AN ORPHAN 
SPITTING IN THE FACE OF THE SCHOLARS 
THE BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS GOT NO COLORS

lyric video

- HOLY BLADE X FENRIR //prod. AKVRI

LYRICS-



MILITXNT-

I need to cope
Lay In the water and watch as I float
Lay in the grave and come up as a ghost
Rotting in hell imma roast
Spitting up blood from my throat 
All of my hope is revoked imma sit in the dark all alone
I feel alone I have run out of hope 
Tying my neck on a rope 
Hanging me down on a pole 
Devil is taking a toll he’s lighting the fire like coal 
All of the angels will go up in smoke 
The deal we have made is a hoax 
I need to go 
Haunted by choices 
Keep hearing voices 
Actions bring habits I’m tryna avoid it 
Gray all around me the rain keep on pouring 
Filling my cup with a tear of importance 
I’m feeling pain 
Mask on my face got me feeling like bane 
The demons gonna dance in the rain 
Shake out these shackles and bust out these chains 
Come from the ground with a crown on my brain 
I feel insane 
I need to empty my head 
Put the beam to my skull make it red 
Leaking out brains on my bed 
All of the blood gonna spread 
I need some meds 
Put him in a bag hear a zip
Toss him in the back of the whip
Ready hear a blast from my blick
Knife to the vein on ya wrist make it drip
Running out of time kill him quick
Blade on my back 
Pick up the Mac add a Mag then attack 
Grind up his body and pack like a jack 
Cut off your head then I toss in a sack 



PROPHET-

Nail me to the cross 
Cuz I’m one of the gods 
god of the bloodshed 
kill for a cause 
Drag you to the woods
& your bound to get lost 
Leaving no evidence 
Case getting dropped 
Cock the Glock back
& Im letting it off 
Creep in the fog 
Cutting your throat 
when you get to the car 
See them in person 
They’re acting real hard 
Till I act up 
with the pistol 
and spark 
Choppa gets lit up like 
Candles in dark 
One in the head 
And put 2 in yo heart 
You talking hot 
And get shot on the spot 
Tighten the noose 
When I wrap round the knots 
Fuck all the feds 
Give a shit bout a cop 
Cut up the carcass 
And leave it to rot 
Serial killer 
My victims I stalk 
Follow you home 
When you go for a walk 
See me behind you 
Keep running don’t stop 
Leaking his brains 
& they outline in chalk 
Your time is ticking 
Always on the clock 
Call me the scarecrow 
always round crops 
Selling a bag 
I just re up’d the stock 
I hit the block 
With the crack in my socks 
Trap house is booming 
From cooking up rock 
Whipping the Pyrex 
Im stirring the pot 
Imma stay here 
Wether like it or not 
I’m taking everything 
Give what you got 
Stolen whips in this bitch
all of em hot 
Stole em straight
out of the parking lot
If it goes wrong 
I’m down to flock 
That’s what i do anyway 
to the opps

OMERTÀ- MILITXNT X PROPHET (prod.ARAGOTH)

@istasha
Production/mixing by gullyspit

Lyrics: (adding istashas soon)
Verse 1: Gullyspit

Off of that shit that been smuggled in
i leave the opposition in a bag
i got a temper I bloody my knuckles 
beat up and broken 10 toes and a tag 
dreaming of money coming by the duffel
dreaming of bodies I can’t even see 
spit in your face while you lay in the rubble
dead for a day watch you rot in the trees
smoke till I’m sick and then i re-up
ain’t  got a problem I got a disease
ash on my skin till it’s burning a hole 
for a minute i lay in the dirt and I’m free
fire tucked between fingertips, pliers grip and release
punish the weak until they get the message
grip on his spine rip it out through his teeth

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Bridge: Gullyspit
they turn on gully when they want to fist fight
stare down the barrel and wait for the white light 
she fuck me crazy my hand on her wind pipe 
aim at the white mask it ain’t a slasher 
pipes on the rooftop they make a dancer
leather face to piggies and to the republic it stands I’m cancer 

istasha verse (unknown)

Chorus: Gullyspit
hammer fist their not waking up
hear the war drum then you getting fucked 
hammer click right from that Bentley truck
better duck hit with that Elmer Fudd
she ain’t been fucked in a minute, i get her digits, can’t get enough 
i might stomp out a bigot
crushing their head they no better than bugs 

Verse 2: Gullyspit
knock knock, let me in
coffin that fits like your motherfucking skin
office that grips on your throat with a grin
red devil renegade off the djinn
they hate what they cannot emulate 
they cant commodify, trap in an ad or a pill
i hear their voice straining trying to replicate 
aiming at bodies to who circle the kill
steal the gold off a stiff neck
talking foul might get you chin checked
in the ground crawl around insects 
fled the scene I ain’t even piss yet
I ain’t done y'all don’t get it 
trough on the face mask copacetic 
stuck in the sewers skin turning septic 
i need some action, senate forensics

Zombie War Drum w/ Istasha

Prod Michael Link
Stream: https://too.fm/k4142j9

Lyrics:

I don’t talk a lot 
Got no ceiling like I dropped the top 
They don’t pop and I’m bussin now 
Yes I’m burning hot 
And I heard they like smoke and fire
Contemplate if I’ll spark or not 
I’m like Zabuza the way my blade fucking chop you up
And hide your parts in a parking spot 
I can’t cuff a thot 
And don’t fit in what’s the fucking problem?
No sinning I’m a man of God 

Why, put that pussy on me? 
I enlist in murder baby
Do you not care about yourself?
Is you not fucking crazy? 
Die
Stick with me you’re gonna die 
Guarantee it wouldn’t lie 
You only live for like a second anyway 
Then you rot 

Off em 
Radio bomb em 
Middle weight toss em , right off the stage (aye)
Often these bitches awful 
Bitch and I’m awesome 
That’s why I get paid (aye)
Lost it, center the moshpit 
It’ll be dark soon, you’ll never see day 
Wait for a coffin 
Why are you coughin?
You wanted this smoke that I’m blowin your face
Hitting em regardless of lookin both ways 
Finna hit em with a car if these pussys don’t break 
Wait , stop talking bullshit out the side of your head 
Because my Glock doesn’t like it and it’s looking for a reason it could - 

Talk a lot 
Got no ceiling like I dropped the top 
They don’t pop and I’m bussin now 
Yes I’m burning hot 
And I heard they like smoke and fire
Contemplate if I’ll spark or not 
I’m like Zabuza the way my blade fucking chop you up
And hide your parts in a parking spot 
I can’t cuff a thot 
And don’t fit in what’s the fucking problem?
No sinning I’m a man of God 

Why, put that pussy on me? 
I enlist in murder baby
Do you not care about yourself?
Is you not fucking crazy? 
Die
Stick with me you’re gonna die 
Guarantee it wouldn’t lie 
You only live for like a second anyway 
Then you rot

TALK A LOT

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j

featuring: @Istashathescrub
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

(NIKKO)
Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? I'm a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

And that’s how I’ll squeeze the blood out a bitch
My tongue got em ripped 
Posted with a gun outta state with hoes in the back 
Telling me they love all my shit 
Im mad fuckin lit 
I could get you mans fuckin slid 
I rock up my wrist yeah
Im not the one, but I’m bout my tools 
Always loaded on me, like I’m liquor on a cruise
You need to face that I have won
And you’ll always lose 
But that’s just cause I’m better and I have something to prove 
Yuh I serrate my chain so I can whip brains out em
Find a tree and let ‘em hang on it 
They swinging like playground
Wait like what’s with all the hatred they ask me 
You wouldn’t get it huh 
They can’t sthpit how I spit and it is fucking pathetic 
Yeah im fed up with these lames 
Run a hundred fuckin thousand out the bank before you claim that we could ever go toe to toe
Noticeable that you can’t 
Interlope into their earlobes and they spread it like the plague 
Came to bring infinite pain 
I'm the baddest fuck you saying? 

Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? Im a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

(Istasha)

Generated like CG 
Mirages and FIJI water
Don’t feed me
The problems they repeat 
Your goddess she bleed when she weep and it’s tragic as fuck 
You drank out the tire of sludge 
The ground where your high as the mud 
The flowers don’t grow where they should 
If you lying you dying 
So I would never ____ 
Got miners to dig you up 
Full of fractures racking up 
With that hemoglobin your cup 
Let them wagers take a loss
I got cobras in my gut
Let the venom go to waste 
Don’t forget
If I give a fuck 
Feed the nog
Take a Picture
My features all Fake 
Hit my core 
For the Fissure 
No heaven left 
Safe 
I’m a dog in a pit
Ugh I need a noose 
Sacs All My parts 
Still Kickin
No bucket No plate 
Duckin

TALKING TO GOD

TALKING TO GOD (feat. Istasha)

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j
produced by : VEINN & Akvri

Lyrics:

We got motion, what you know bout that?
I been watching y’all all go out bad 
It’s fantastic 
Get your body in a blacked out bag 
I broke through the ceiling like my heads in the attic 
Move fast, more casualties racked up the better 
I been keeping track of decapitated rats that I stacked up on my pillage invading 
I been on attack since a youngin smackin wack niggas in they scapulas break it up baby 
Lodi dodi fuck everybody 
I’m outside, know the feds is watching 
Getting rowdy bet that you won’t stop me 
Yuh word is bond, I said I’m deadass B 
And if you gotta problem you know where to see me
I make the endorphins in your head secrete I’m blessed to be the one 
My masterpiece is a mess of blood 
From hell I seem to reign
An ancient sun, of fire and flames that I spit out my lungs 
Catastrophe of blaspheme 
A blast from me will get ya dead past tense when they talking bout you 
My bad I hit your son
Here’s a voucher for this big dick girl I’m well endowed 
Walk in my spot fucker I’m gon press you out 
You gotta die someday so what’s wrong with now?

Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
It holds us together 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
And don’t you forget it 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
It holds us together 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
And don’t you forget it 

Cause if you do 
I’m letting bullets spiral right through ya 
I don’t speak to bitches if they don’t hawk tuah
I’m about my business baby what’s it to ya? 
On my dick crazy 
I’m who they bit, rabies 
I bark and they sit, lazy 
Collecting hit payments yuh 
Just like Agent 47 or 007 I bust em 
If I was a peasant like you I’d be getting to ducking 
My murder benevolent
You an irrelevant buster 
Dust up, get in the sediment, put you under 
Not my fault that you hate me 
Not my fault that you ain’t me 
Crack the fault line get angry 
Back the fuck out my space  
Before I sandy hook the look of your face

“Cause imma blow yo head off B, WORD IS BOND” 

Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
It holds us together 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
And don’t you forget it 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
It holds us together 
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond 
And don’t you forget it

WORD IS BOND

Word Is Bond

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

Yeah I’m in your face, what the fuck you gon do about it? 
Never caught a case because I’m gangsta and move silent 
I rowdy up the place with my bass and they choose violence 
To spread all of they pain unto these strangers
I let ‘em 
Like what the fuck happened the game, and all it’s players?
I bled ‘em
Boy I’m just like an eraser getting this lead off 

Oh wait, now they using graphite 
Think I want your skin 
I peel it off and get it graft tight
Wrapped around my head like walking dead I’m in the street 
Imma let ‘em hear it 
Fuck being discrete 
What the fuck you mean he’s walking around? 
Im blowing off his feet then! 
Every time they see me 
Pussies singing like the weekend  
Fuck you mean you miss your homie? 
Boy get better defense 
Right? 
I mean I am not a dick, it’s just I’m fully equipped and 

Yeah I’m in your face, what the fuck you gon do about it? 
Never caught a case because I’m gangsta and move silent 
I rowdy up the place with my bass and they choose violence 
To spread all of they pain unto these strangers
I let ‘em 
Like what the fuck happened the game, and all it’s players?
I bled ‘em
Boy I’m just like an eraser getting this lead off 

And baby I ain’t gon let off 
Got my foot, on they neck 
Im applying this pressure 
So many stones on my wrist 
I could ice you to death 
Won’t throw a bone to a bitch 
Dog I need every scrap 
You’ll die alone in your skin 
Make sure you leave something left 
That’s why I walk with this Beretta 
Answer bread when it call 
Also who knows who got my back 
Ready for WAR !!!
Whatev endeavor I imbed in 
I been destined to ball 
Just keep that shit inside your head because 

When I’m in your face you gon have to do something bout it 
Never caught a case because I’m gangsta and move silent 
I rowdy up the place with my bass and they choose violence 
To spread all of they pain unto these strangers
I let ‘em 
Like what the fuck happened the game, and all it’s players?
I bled ‘em
Boy I’m just like an eraser getting this lead off

SKINGRAFT

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j

Lyrics:

My tank is out of gas 
It’s runnin low 
And I’ll never make it back 
That much I do know 
Not that I’d want to after all that’s been done 
I’ve got no shoulder that I know I can cry on 
Just me just me just me 

Change colors like seasons 
Right now I feel blue 
No life isn’t easy I know that that’s true 
It’s jus easier with you

If I died right now would you care? 
My trees falling TIMBER
And nobodies able to hear it 
I wonder 
If it’ll still make a sound 
Let’s figure it out
Cause no doubt 
If I died right now you would care 
And so many so called friends would suddenly be there I wonder 
Where are they at now 
Cause I’m by myself thinking bout 
If I died right now 
Died right now 
I wanna die right now 
Die right now 
And if I died right now 
Died right now 
Could you survive without 
Survive without me baby 

Change colors like seasons 
Right now I feel blue 
No life isn’t easy I know that that’s true 
It’s jus easier with you

My tank is out of gas 
It’s runnin low 
And I’ll never make it back 
That much I do know

Feelin Blue

Feeling Blue

Produced by Isaiah Hartzell
Written & Recorded by Isaiah Hartzell
Written & Recorded by Miles Miller

ASIA!
TRACK 2

RUSH (feat. Mill$)

prod artyy
@user-70833749

xannaxobamajr -
Tweakin by myself
I’m tweakin by myself
Guess I like you but I love sum else 
I love the drugs baby ion rlly got much else
I’m crush another line it’s bad for my health
But imma do it anyway ion care ab myself
You wanna change me you will see that I can not be helped
Only things that I hold close is drugs and wealth 
Wrap the belt around yo arm man I imma show u hell
Talking bout me you gon find yourself inside a well
Imma can u up and put u on da bottom shelf 
I can see behind my head boy I will never tell
Hit u right between the eyes u ever tasted lead
Your eyes r goin both directions I knew u was a fed 
Shit perk after the Molly my braincells are dead
Let’s see u laughing when u locked up up inside my shed
I can never stop bae I always need my meds

yans -
i think ima give up
man im useless cant never get shit done
im a druggy only care bout gettin lit bruh
kno you lyin man i caught you in a slip up
ima buy a gun to shoot myself
every song i make is a fuckin cry for help
i think im done fuck it wats the point anyway
ima go on the run then die like kurt cobain
aint touched nun in months but i feel it in my gums
wanna geek again but im stuck where im from
probation got me fucked up cus i cant fuckin numb
i aint even playin cus sumtimes im really dumb
shoelace my pants bitch ion need a belt
im failin outta skl but atp its like oh well
old folk lookin at me n be like what the hell
nobody fuckin cared how i fuckin felt

xannaxobamajr x yans - silenthill

talon - orange tree

Ft. @mightbetoxic
Co produced with @luiscansino and Na$tii

First single off GULLY 

lyrics:

Verse 1: Na$tii
I think it’s time for the revival , pussies in denial 
hanging up the rats who like speak before the trial 
now we going tribal 
fuck all that compassion put a bullet in your idol
treat em like they rivals 
no survival , no exceptions 
hard to justify how all the greatest getting slept on
straightened up my spine cause I got tired of being stepped on 
we gon multiply we going virus like infection 
y’all cannot compete we coming from a new dimension 
send em to collections or we send morgue 
robbing all the shit I know I never could afford 
imma talk my shit but this red dot don’t mean record 
punish everybody while we racking up the score board 
warlord , duffels in the floor boards
wanna come inside then get a warrant little court whore 
I will not comply no more 
bitch y’all could never faze me 
say they life a movie 
imma shoot em like Scorsese 
better pay me
up that budget i don’t want yo to attention 
thats not to mention you not scary 
w sum threats in my  mentions 
and I don’t even wanna fight I got my bro for the weapon
I kick the jack and crush ya hand 
with an 8 cylinder engine 
I got a question tho 

Hook: Na$tii 
why you clown ass pussies wanna play w me?
why you down bad flexing w collection fees ?
face down why yo girl wanna be friends w me?
ion really need to hear it 
shit ain’t stressing me

Verse 2: @mightbetoxic

Fuck it i should let go 
World fulla dead Ppl 
Still make the rent tho 
Bodies fulla full needles 
Still feel the regret tho 
Pop shit let’s go full Beatles 
Fuck it i go full Hyde
Fuck u were are not equals 

I was always this way 
I was always like this 
U just saw somebody do it 
U was still a bright kid 
U couldda been a college student 
U was on the right path 
Couldda made somebody music 
Sound just like a white dad’s

Back to all this money tho 
I’m who brought the racks in 
I heard u on that funny dope 
And u brought all the rats in
Bag u up like groceries 
Then take u to the trash bins 
If u always fuckin felt this way
U shouldda said it back then 
Ashes to ashes 
U could take the scraps kid 
Rly how i get it dawg
U thought i was just rappin 
Work get my life right 
Can’t wait for shit to happen 
Cause fuck it u might die today 
Could u pay for ur casket?

Still up like the most high 
Fuck u i been dope sick 
Fuck u i been dead broke 
Fuck u i feel hopeless 

I feel all this shit still 
So Why i even smoke then?
Problems got the best of me 
Wonder what a ghost is
I took the the thread I’m hangin by 
Tied it as a rope and
Took my own life  
Shit I bet nobody notice 

Nobody stressin me 
left the bullshit in a 
Grave w the rest of me 
I guess it got the best of me

Yeah i guess it got the best of me
I’ll always be this way 
Even till the last breathe of me
I’m screaming fuck em all
Yeah everybody dead to me

Bridge: Na$tii
[ I think it’s time for the revival , pussies in denial 
hanging up the rats who like speak before the trial 
now we going tribal 
fuck all that compassion put a bullet in your idol
treat em like they rivals 
no survival ] chopped n screwed


Hook: Na$tii 
why you clown ass pussies wanna play w me?
why you down bad flexing w collection fees ?
face down why yo girl wanna be friends w me?
ion really need to hear it 
shit ain’t stressing me

Collection Fees Ft. Toxic Co-Prod. Cansino

✨Creator of @outcastblock 🌙
https://soundcloud.com/outcastblock
🌙888-111✨
Love me or dont...this is my deathnote

TALKING TO GOD (feat. Istasha)

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