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Featuring Davidsdead (@user-551671943)
Prod @crclxx
Cover art by me

[LYRICS]
Your life it don't mean nothing, the way that you think you living it
Got options for your death, no matter what you chose I'm giving it
Willing to, do for free, so when I come, don't disagree
An argument won't change a thing, you will never be a king

Say you're so different from everybody else
But nah, you're just the same
Only caring bout them numbers and the motherfucking fame
You'll never be shit, nah get it
Flexing stuff that you don't have that's just fucking pathetic

All your dumbass yapping, mane, just shut up
The only thing that you can't do is to keep it a buck
Life being you must be so sad
But me being me is making me glad
I get the joy to take your life, I'm coming for you in the night
I got the blade, I got the knife
You best better believe that I do what is fucking right
So go to sleep bitch
So go to sleep, sweet dreams bitch

Say you're so different from everybody else
But nah, you're just the same
Only caring bout them numbers and the motherfucking fame
You'll never be shit, nah get it
Flexing stuff that you don't have that's just fucking pathetic

The sword before me, cut through me, my soul is hollow aye
Nobody know me, I’m solely the man that’s lonely aye
Switchblades and money, this cocaine could make me suffocate
The world is burning, I’m watching, hear screams inside the flames

Talk bout the ghosts, of my past like I don’t know their names
So many friends, I had lost inside the burning flames
Come for the man, know I am the man you said my name
Run with the blades, in your veins, you think you know my pain

I ain’t the same, like you plains, your nothing new to me
A swipe of my hand, and your off the place I put you in
You come at the cost, of my peace
I’m takin medicine, I'm counting my cash
Kiss my ass, you pussy wanna be us

TimeForYouToGoSleep (feat davidsdead, prod CRCL)

MOVE MOTHAFUCKA (PROD. SPHYNX)

I got the 9 on my hip so I’m calm in commotion 
I’m going bla bla bla now u see your blood flowing 
I cut em up on my lip got that blunt keep blowing 
I’m sipping thc in lemonade that indica potion o
I be Cruising thru the city I’m that shadow bringing dread 
Got my Glock loaded thoughts of rivals in my fucking head 
Got my Red Sox fitted back I’m swinging for the fence 
Fake bitches in my texts imma pass they make no sense 
I got it in my fucking waist keep it close on the go 
Pulling up to barbecues speaking on the  low
I’m wearing camo on the block 
I’m making racks u bitches not 
I’m running while u trot
My toe tagging and I rot  
Pull up in the matte black lights low seats glow 
Couple thousand racks that I’m counting on the road 
Diamonds on my neck shine like led shows 
You never see me cuz I always move in stealth mode
Whippin’ through the night time, coupe doors suicide
Money conversations, don’t need your franchise
Big bands, back to back stacks, we on that ride
Only law I live by-never slack, always slide
I got the 9 on my hip so I’m calm in commotion 
I’m going bla bla bla now u see your blood flowing 
I cut em up on my lip got that blunt keep blowing 
I’m sipping thc in lemonade that indica potion 
Bla 

Produced by oceanash

Barbecue

Beat by @kingnilly
Lyric video:
https://youtu.be/TpsoRlRVN14?si=nVBeQ3-xP9-dzgoL

[Lyrics]
B-B-Been a while since I stepped out of my grave grave grave
Reaper to the core I will be the same same same
Motherfuck you and what you claim claim claim
Pussyboy act tough but you lame lame lame yuh

Said you had it rough huh, meals everyday 
With food up on your plate, mane
Trynna flex some hardship, like it would even be worth something 
But in the end it truly shows that you are really worth nothing 
I won't concede it either way, but you dead on the floor like you some stray
From tomorrow through today, nobody will find where the fuck you'll lay

Blood out my throat, blade in my Palm
Life is a cycle of pain no reward 
Skull on my face, my future been told
I am the Reaper you already know 

Get it back, get it up, Mark Ecko, get buck
Whatcha know about the skill cause you be thinking it is luck
Well I aint lucky motherfucker, do the study motherfucker
And you know when I am coming for you, bitch you better pucker
Lill sorry ass snitch, lill sorry ass bitch
Looking at my fucking life, yeah I'd bet you wanna switch 
But I would never wanna be you I don't even want to live like me 
All in all I would never stoop as low as you, that's a guarantee

Been a while since I stepped out of my grave grave grave
Reaper to the core I will be the same same same
Motherfuck you and what you claim claim claim
Pussyboy act tough but you lame lame lame 
Yuh.


GraveStepper (Prod. Kingnilly)

Beat prod by: @sorrow_bringer
Cover art by me
Thank you all for listening!
Shoutout @grey_official helping!

[Lyrics]
Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Alcohol up in my system and I'm far away from home
Chilling with the homies in the city, drinking as we roam
Alienated misfit from the north, feeling wrong
I can never shake that feeling that I don't belong
Right here, right there
No matter where the place be
Never been a minute that I ever really felt like me
Way past midnight, lights everywhere they shine so bright all I can see
Pain and torture, dark outside, but still it be fucking high degrees

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Day to turn night and the streets come alive
Walking through the sea of people hoping I survive
Cause you know I never sleep good I'm always deprived
Hotell 1944 like liberation arrived

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

EindhovenDowntown (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

I don’t want help, I don’t want out
Just wanna lie here, block it allout
Talking to myself what the fuck I’m on about
Smoking on the loud I don’t wanna feel the doubt 
Staring at the ceiling, and it blank as my mind
Thoughts echo slow, like I’m stuck in rewind
No tears left, no rage, no scream
Just static between each of my dreams
I walk alone where the silence speaks loud
Shadow on my back, no love in the crowd
Cut ties like a wire, sparked, then died
Now it’s just me, and the night, i gotta hide
Never fit the script, never played the part
They say I’m too cold, too sharp, too dark
Every time I’m at the ocean I’m like throw me to the sharks
When Im anxious feel like imma puke I gotta park 
They smile, but they hope I fall
Fake hugs, fake love I felt it all
So I built this wall, no one gets through
You don’t like me? Cool, I don’t like you
Nobody calls nobody checks
Out here by myself no one left
No “how you been,” no “you alright?”
Just silence in my room ringing every night

Produced by oceanash

Talking To Myself

No crew, just me, don’t need backup,
Suppressor on, now his life just packed up.
Smoke up in my lungs, and my heart all blacked up,
Cross me once,  zipped in the wrap-up.
Step up, catch slugs — bitch boy what’s up
Creepin’ in the night, got the blade on tuck,
Talk real loud, but you ain’t that tough.
Mask on face, I don’t show no love,
Slumped in the back with the trunk on shake,
Smoke in my chest, and my soul won’t break.
Tombstone vibes, put your name on slate,
I don’t run from death we just sit and wait.
Ah
Shovel in the trunk, dig deep, no trace,
Eyes rolled back, got the devil in my face.
Grip stay tight when I slide through slow,
Said the wrong thing, brains on the floor.
No crew, just me, don’t need backup,
Suppressor on, now his life just packed up.
Smoke up in my lungs, and my heart all blacked up,
Cross me once,  zipped in the wrap-up.

Produced by oceanash

Suppressor

F1 (PROD. PAINHUNTER, HOCII & RAYZA)

As long as I’m with you boo 
We can smoke two Blunts to your face 
Wipe away the tears through 
You making it all okay
When you stay with me today 
Tryna pull your heart my way 
Tryna tryna 
I be smoking up in the woods I’m by myself yeah I’m done with it
I don’t even feel the high I’m just having fun with it 
We can take two blues watch a movie we can run with it 
We up talking with the moon, I hope your heart will come with it 
We be in the city bouta hit a stain together 
Yeah we blowing all the clouds think that we control the weather 
I can give all my sweaters
I can give you even better 
When I lose you feeling deader 
I’m by myself all with the cheddar

Two Blunts

ATL - ACTIVATE WINDOWS (BEAT)

ZaZaWitMyGirls Prod. Idontworry

GLOOM ⛓
GREY - @grey_official
$CAPEGØAT - @omendascapegoat

Talking To Myself

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