nic sticks (prod. Balance Cooper)

nic sticks (slowed + reverb)

crybaby (prod. Ahnboi)

make known (prod. Lee)

A quarter afternoon, the nigga mobbin the set
His head in distress, and it's the lack of success
All his life is a mess, and he never got any messages
On a battle with suckabuss he never ponders and wonders
He's on a life-killing streak, always caught with police
Tar and needles on sheets, he's on the verge of forfeit
God ain't his remedy, he's always wetting his dee
When a nigga tried to clap him, he was done with degrees
And so

And if I knew that you were alone
It would never happen (fuck it)
Isn't me who gave you the gun
Though you never cocked it

Might as well, just leave you alone
Did it for the camera
Skeet stains on the sheets, tar from smoke
Yet you still a youngin

With his mate on the car, he said "shit, make the call"
Never knew this nigga would make shit fall apart
Lemme smoke a cigar, wait for bro by his car, bang bang
And they let loose the AR, shit
Make the drift, 
take a left, fuck they set
And that's it
Fucker couldn't breathe as he went red from the hit, uh
We left with no witness
We gon fuck they mistress
Niggas under distress
That shit was a success, we raidin like Columbus, we ate them like your pop tarts
Fuck opps, dead opp niggas on a shirt, uh
Deadass, left them on the curb then we swerved
Niggas think we cappin till we palm .45's

And if I knew that you were alone
It would never happen (fuck it)
Isn't me who gave you the gun
Though you never cocked it

Might as well, just leave you alone
Did it for the camera
Skeet stains on the sheets, tar from smoke
Yet you still a youngin

Life was average and his life wasn't glorious
He saw shit on the streets many of us couldn't relate
He pulled out a little late, so his savings got over-spent
Though in distress he found himself learning to love himself again
And on jobs were weekends spent, he flipped dem patties just to fend
No regret in anything despite the fact he's struggling
And after work, in bed he'd sing to lessen his child's pain
Chemotherapy and we will see the shine again

And if I knew that you were alone
It would never happen (fuck it)
Isn't me who gave you the gun
Though you never cocked it

Might as well, just leave you alone
Did it for the camera
Skeet stains on the sheets, tar from smoke
Yet you still a youngin

Nine the morning, it's time for the urban 
And it's time for the hustle, it's time for the grind
With a little bit cash, receipts on my bag
And it's tough but it's fine s'long I see her smile
Work's in a mile, wear red cause I'm fire
Needa get that cheque for her to survive
Barely just ate and I'm a bit late but we set
As long as the kid got shit to eat on the plate
I felt uneasy my stomach as I see this nigga car
I grabbed my keys, and this nigga comes on top with the (bang bang)

Fuck Luck (prod. LethalNeedle)

last time
heart's tired
robbed time

sad mind
can't speak
what i desire

i've come
so far
I'm scarred

hellfire
inside 
my head

memories thereof
recipe for love
but it's three of us
i remain for you, oh

is it true
did he get to fuck you 
still in the event of being hurt too

residues
thought it's a rescue
you've been acting weird and i was 
dumb for thinking that it was true

Hellfire

Missin ain't the best and I can't seem to get some rest
Know you're fucking up my chest
Yeah I fucked yo bitch but all she wanted was this dick
Orgasms with a twist

Left a kiss, oh
She's a mess, oh
Pull up on yo shawty, I'mma leave her wet and drippin
Somethin's missin, texts be blazing
Obvious reasons
Catch her with my dick and let it slip and then she slide out
It's a cycle, she gon cry out
Couldn't give a fuck cause I can't love and she gon find out
She not nice now

Make a hard nigga feel like he need to change now
Make a hard nigga feel like he need to change now

verses

the devil sung in my dreams

Released: April of 2019
Recovered: November of 2020
Produced: Kevskrt, Monkboi Klipz

the line

XXXTENTACION - Ex Bitch [Cover]

I don't know, wait sa bro, sige ra ug tando
Naihas sa way ass, mura nag si Lando
Sige nag ka sipyat, e tan-aw rag Narcos
Lemme blast with a mask while I'm on the stereo

Let her be, she a letter B, I don't give a fuck bout what she says cause she a letter B
She do play autistic, epileptic when I give her D
Rest in peace to cryin, I'm not trying, let me sip my drink, let me sip my drink

They got V's, in return adversaries
They talk trees, then in return they contemplate to fuckin

We got bitches, hearts with stitches
Little do you know, they just want the riches

We got bitches, hearts with stitches
Little do you know, they just want the riches

We got bitches, hearts with stitches
Little do you know, they just want the riches

Fucking with my head when all your love is what I want, ye
Thinkin you are slick cause you just copped another one ye
You just play it sleazy cause you think that've done won ye
I don't want it sleazy so I'll play you just for fun ye

Where the weed at, pag-inigat dira
Way gamit ka, giapas ra kay bilat
Paapasa imong miga, sige na
Kay pareha ra mog dila, dili ba

We got bitches, hearts with stitches
Little do you know, they just want the riches

We got bitches, hearts with stitches
Little do you know, they just want the riches

We got bitches, hearts with stitches
Little do you know, they just want the riches

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