Who Gonna Ride (Prod. By Dead Hippie)

SICKOSYLUM

THE END

LYRICS: 
People making movies off of my kind
godlike 
dancing on the coke 
in our prime times
cause an epidemic 
on ur moms state 
rearrange yo mind frame
I’m sleeping with the tooly 
make my bitches scream in movies 
ooweee 

rain spillin on them vogues 
black spokes
take me to another land
I’m tired of this hole 
they left me with the hanging
with diamond rope
blahpn at this music 
To bring u back home

Sup cutty 
it’s been mad long — “wassup kid”
Well I hope u fuck with sad songs
this documentary
connecting up them 7seas
for all them blood n tears 
yeah it’s meant for me 

hear dem sing my name within them 80s symphonies 
the chemistry when my heart & souls numbers aligning with the beat

shit the way this games been turning 
got me splashing poison
better keep that blade up
the devils candles burning 

I’m here this; man take a glimpse on what it is.
promise u gon lose a tear. once they come and try to crown the kid. 

It’s all me bitch, I keep them cuts clean quick.

80'S CUTS

THE THOUGHT OF 20 MORE YEARS...

LYRICS: 
Ayy bruh whatchu need¿
vintage samurai soliloquies 
that cuts so deep
don’t say a word 
but they know what I mean
Rewinding back the hands of time
no more scars no more standing in line
This the pinnacle; walking down hellish brick road. 
don’t trust a soul
& if she wanna go
cut her heels 
n her wrist slow 
tell em I said fuck em this ain’t that
Or that disco 
really got them Zion tears 
don’t treat me like a bitch hoe 
i wonder what it is 
why Am I so fortunate 
to witness all this pain & death 
get blessed with a check
write whatever that u can
N hope u break the peoples necks 
take these poems to the grave 
and edge this shit on my stone.
papa really was dat nigga
in the goer on vogues 
The thought of 20 more years 
Got me stressing fasho

20 MORE YEARS (GOT ME STRESSIN FASHO)

THIS VIEWS NICE AS F*CK BRO...

LYRICS:

sliding; livid; 
Stuck with 5 visions 
5 to 9 bitches 
want 5 of my opinions 
this that 16th letter 
gotta make her do better 
can’t be in them loose sweaters
baby ima loot getter 
I ain’t trippin off much
these days
they better know script 
or tell yo whole family what it is
n why ur soul got clipped 
swear these days can get so damn cold 
ain’t nobody give a fuck
left with u stuck without a pamphlet in the mud
this California living; burning dutches by the minute; drown yo mf living liver. 
Figure out bout 6 figures.
if u cant see it now; ion y u around 
this that g.o.d.s. groovin
Scribing glyphs into yo crown
P folk, we illegal, where ever we go.
dropping more shyt then seagull
run dem mfs off a clifff 
yuh I Fuck wit Yellowstone 
boi u better find a better way 
Magic tricks or levitate; 
snatch ya brothers pills and show em how they really weigh
demonstrating how it went 
feds won’t never see the day.

Im too nice..

HOTEL RESORT MELODY

ONCE YOU PUT THAT MIRROR DOWN...

Can take you to a place 
Download this game 
once u put that mirror down
I’m diving in the lake 
wash my mf sins away
i been erased 
everything that’s inflicting pain 
no more scars 
no more days in a drought 
wishing for my maro slicks back
but I’m just gon hold down
slithering; habits
circling addicts 
the checks not enough 
so I’m considering rapping
I made something outta nothing
who tf is you telling
you been the same mf
preaching fake rifs 
boppin at yo twins bitch
ur souls bent 
I got 600 & 66 ways
you better count them days
they crown the kid
In all black & grey 
emerald chains on my neck 
It’s dipped in dna 
600 ways 
66 exits for the get away 

I know they knowin what it is
I’ll keep the game by throat 
your favorite ghost 
whispers m.d. Lines [mac dre]
splashin x & o’s 
black fills with the goat
this the posse boat 
dancing on the snow 
kickin yo cabin door bro

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talk about a gang?
you wanna talk about a gang?

i spotted two pigs on 7th,
had your queen singing like it's broadway,
snatched the broad in broad day,
and your niggas catching strays
know how them dilemmas go, so niggas don't stay unionized
hit em with the crooked eye
feast your eyes, homunculi
caught you in the parking lot
"that nigga selling loosies? and CDs?
bastards have to see these badges,
see these gats, these niggas gotta to see these caskets,
hail Mary spray, you bastards finna see these pastors"
how many niggas gotta die over dirt?
that's what you worth?
a fuckin tax cut?
how many niggas gotta end up on a shirt?
cuffed to the curb and they callin in for back up

talk about a gang
you wanna talk about a gang?

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