#FREEBENNY

unfortunately this version doesn't have the glaive verse

kurtains - violent ft ericdoa (FULL LEAK)

prod. nova, severinonit, damnhasty, dane,

kill for em

w/ my bro @clvrr


why you run, what the fuck
like lil bro are you scared to die
smith  & wesson, on my team
you'll die to me or suicide
pour my wock up pour my triss
i smoke gas and you smoke (mids)
bitch we coming back
man you a fat one
we been toting guns
i got hella racks 
got hella money
thanking all my sons
and i got cash, you in a beater
rick owen kicks balenci sneakers
hella cash, i spent on beaters 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you 


smokin on pakkkk 
it dont mean shit to me 
these hoes wanna blow me 
no refereee
get out my life
ur ded to me 
fuck around so much got a vasectomy

hella cash, i spent on beaters 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you 
hunnid racks got guns from sweden
i do drugs like every weekend 
i got guns and we drive demons 
i got racks but you wont see it 

u not 1 of us
broke ass boy jus sippin on tus
like stop why they copy us 
small block bitch im droppin em
we cannot fwy 
lil bitch im sticked up down to my shoes
too many bitches to pick idk which 1 to choose
like my chop i got a long dick
...
ur bitch on her knees n she gave it a twist
i heard ur music that shit was ass
like what is this?
i got my hand up on my chop
im not gon miss uhhhhh
762 this big ass gun this not a pistol
u fucked up so bad look what u done
i do not give a fuck about what u want


hella cash, i spent on beaters 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you 
hella cash, i spent on beaters 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you

are you scared to die? w/clvrr

prod me
ALL PLATS 

on my dolo
smokin dro n its up in a rollo
she go crazy off that powder she go loco
kick yo ass straight into a dojo
movin so slow
you n slow mo
chop tryna hit its a no no
riding wit a dick but no homo
no cash n yo pockets you be broke bro

brodie talkin broke mane thats a langauge i cant speak
smokin all this dro mane this that gas i fuckin reek
my right hand shooter
name is luther ill go head be zeke
my nerd gon be my shooter
gas em up but he aint geek

man you say joe mean
joe just in it for the greene bucks
wearin crocs up on yo feet they dusty cost like three bucks
say you sippin but got green up in yo cup
like wtf
yo shit a bust
big bro whippin on that road
we cuttin up

cuz me n my bro in that stolo
n he stick by my side like he chewbacca
n that makes me han solo
but he stuck on parole that means you gotta
shoot
downtown from the logo
ill jerry-rig a stick together
shootin crazy like a mf pogo
out west so all these niggas goin coco
takin shots like some mf photos

he leakin
like a faucet
bro needed some drugs so he off it
bro smokin this gas got him coughin
she needed some dick eat some sausage
why bro aint n a coffin
i got somebody that finna off him
why bro goin all in
call up my shooter
ball him

call up my shooters know we get back
gotta v8 engine twin jetpacks
keep a lil ruler up in my bag
need no attention better step back
chop finna do ya better head back
got a dick on me n that shit get attached
chop like medusa get wet back
ima turn you to stone
you gon crack

zeke n' luther

zeke n luther

it say my last name on the crest baby

void

The Saddest Part

Dive into the depths of desire and destruction. Through the metaphor of ink and skin, this track explores the addictive beauty of toxic love - a masterpiece carved with needles and regret. Let the water close over you.

Beautifully Ruined

Friends

@sevendsr
prodbykg: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmfBwQCB4gdUyjvIjmALrkA
lyrics:

its a war inside my head what do i do
i keep trying not to fuck it up, while you think this is cool
i been losing some sleep and im losing my mind
now your texting me again and your wasting all my time

i dont know why i cant sleep, but
maybe its the drugs in me so
i cant speak its anxiety, i
feel like your despising me

looking in the mirror and i hate what i see
i dont wanna hear another inquiry 
dont know why i keep trying
with all the pressure crying
cant feel my face im dying
cant take all of your lying
just shut up
just shut up
i dont wanna hear another word

hardest thing to do is to see through your lies
i fucking hate you cuz you never helped me realize
i always thought it was you but maybe its a disguise
i started doubting all the tears that id see in your eyes

it felt like, i might die
it feels like your killing me inside
take a step back, dont lie
dont tell me that ill be fine
fuck

i think that im done trying
with all your constant lying
maybe i should just quit it
but you keep talking and bitching

it say my last name on the crest baby

ohvine