Circus w/ IssBrokie (prod. plucksunset)

ALL PLATFORMS

SLAY ! FT. ISSBROKIE (PROD. SURGEISE)

TEAM ROCKET! (FT. ISSBROKIE!) [MBRK]

lyrics:

blx:
fully automatic when i’m writing w the pen 
me n brokie finna kill the beat again n again 
roll a blunt n think about like every time i took a rapper n his ego to the end  
when they try to phone a friend 
cut a hand off 

i really wanna make him a puddle so let him rebuttle 
im really bouta muddle his iminate death 
like a little bug he finna scuttle know he sweet like a truffle 
n lackin the muscle but damn now he bound to ascend 

got problems they coming up again n again 
really ego every local rapper here cuz i can 
really beat a bitch up like i’m kan w a kan
knows it’s blxup who the man im the man 

you a fuckin fan but i understand cuz im me 
he a lucky man cuz i got the fan w the beam 
but i let him pass for the week cuz i need pack yeah the green passing the blique opps when i spaz on the beat 

lil bitch better get it right now when i speak cuz i hate when i gotta repeat myself 
i don’t care if he punch up on me w this pelt on 
take in that damage n rain down hell for em

bitch i’m knowing he a square 
workin metal shoot it tick em like a box 
it ain really fair when i got the power to undo his bullet moving back the clock 

got a blade n i up it 
like fuck it 
i’m peeping a vessel
i gut it 
inhabit the carcass 
i plug it
w rapping ability money n craving to cut it 
like blxdesmith do 

“well blx i heard you be doing this”
“n blx i heard you be doing that” 
that’s lies 
i’ve fucking had it w the cap they spread im finna get em fed up w the lead n killed for they crimes

JESSIE N JAMES! (FT. ISSBROKIE!) [SAINT URYA]

shout out @ssjdaki @issbrokie @nuumastar @karmamob @nevergaveabuckx2

WHEN I STEP! (FT. SSJ DAKI/ISSBROKIE) (PROD. BUCKX2)

OUT NOW ON SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/track/1AMLE5YVPiz4aDWdCdR6SI?si=d7f766155fee47d7

Lyrics:
Now that i'm older i get it, i'm finally understanding your pain
I'm finally understanding your ways, i'm finally giving you your space
I wait for this shit to be over, was born in this life just so i could find an escape
I'm tryna get sober i meant it, but you still won't believe a damn thing that i say

Funny how messages always interpreted as something with ill intent
I'm like why the fuck you wanna question me bitch, you not the only one that's been going through hell
Made me feel lesser than, tryna be the bigger man, so i'm ignoring you
Even though you have been threatening me, i still told you it was cool

You no angel, that's in plain view
Told you my pain but it, just entertains you
My mental state soon, will have no saved room
I tried to save you, look what it's came to

Trying to search for the root of the problem, i guess i gotta go and pull out the index
Know that we both had to start from the bottom, we argued back and forth we both were defensive
Breaking apart so we could start to blossom, i turned to a flower and you gained resentment
I think all my trauma i told you forgotten, like that's exactly why i never be venting

You'll never understand why i was homesick
You selfish too but the difference is that i show it
You just want me broken, i figured that's your motive
Our arguments explosive, girl that shit made me hopeless

Back to the index again, back to the index my friend
Hope that you soon get what I said, cause all the assumptions been dead
Then you stab that knife through my neck, then proceed to slice through my chest
Girl neither of us were correct, so why do you pray for my end

You'll never get it, something that i have accepted
You know that we both been projecting, and that's cause we both been neglected
We both were rejecting our trust, and that was infecting our love
And that was reflecting on us, so i'm tryna move on i'm done

A to z, searching for the answers please, please just let me be
Flipping through these fucking pages, tryna find a time and then a place
Hate how you were implicating that all of my love for you wasn't the same

INDEX (PROD. MEKBOK)

out on Spotify NOW - https://open.spotify.com/track/70Vz6NPdsMtzRbYh5023ob?si=e17178327c544528

CEO of this bitch, I am not leaving. 

Produced By: @ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @ominvs & @buckx2
Cover Art By: @teztris

STAND ON BUSINESS (w/ JENX2) [PROD. OMINVS]

- OUT NOW ON SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/track/2oacBoMciL2CoOjCob9GuV?si=1c6a589e52204e8a

nobody fuckin wit o.m.i. cause I got you niggas so n.v.s.

Produced By: @ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @ominvs
Cover Art By: @ominvs

ITS WHATEVA (PROD. OMINVS)

Lyrics:

Aiming for a million, I walk inside the bank, I got handy bands in the building
Once I figured I had a knack for the music, I had to go stop drug dealing
My sister and mother said they had a vision that I made it
I had a feeling, like call it a hunch

Got damn, I love to gamble, bitch you know I'm calling bluffs
Bro, damn that pussy boy is talking way too fucking much
This m9 Beretta, extendo mag in it, I'm putting this pistol up
I think my choppa ovulating, I make this 40 buss

Feel like Ops, man I keep it a hunnid
All your problems nigga, I been above it
Minimal problems, really said fuck it
Life is tough, but I'm reaching the summit
I been up, nigga you better run it
Critical thinking, I already won it
Your soul is sinkin' if you really want it
Send you to hell nigga, make you plummet

Said she he wanna fuck, dick up in her guts
Gave my bitch a leash, turned her to a slut
Fuckin' on my meat, only thing she want
I'ma wife her up, where she think I'll cum
She don't want the plan, she know I'm the one
I've been taking risks, since I was in the mud
I've been working hard, I've been coming up
You act like a tard, better shut it up

Run it back
We been outside tryna get the cash
Know my momma cry once I get the bag
I'm not gonna lie, I might fucking crash, gonna crash

Pipe bomb at your doorstep, I'ma leave it there like door dash
Blow your fuckin' limbs off from the door mat, terrorism on the fucking forecast
Pussy wanted action this is your last, In a group chat talkin' mad cap
On my damn nuts, want it that bad, I made a fat nigga and a whore mad

Like, I could not give less of a fuck, so, please get the fuck off my nuts
You used to be a fucking fan nigga, like there's really nothing to discuss
You live a sad ass life pussy, you, better start to get in touch
Like at least I know that much, those drugs gon' kill you, watch

Death is near so you best keep a scythe
Just know I'm not going out sad pussy boy, I'ma put up a fight
I heard you was depressed, damn, I think I got your ass a little advice
Take that gun and end your life, we don't wanna hear you whine
Hope that you die tonight

Produced By: @ProdByNxtty
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

PRAY ON YOUR DOWNFALL (PROD. NXTTY)

Out now on spotify! - https://open.spotify.com/track/48XqVvJdV6Sc8kaupxVM1B?si=4563829dd45d456f
Lyrics:

Empty bottles inside of my cabinet 
I promise I won’t die from all these bad habits
I been through so much shit you could never imagine
I’m stunting hard because before I never had shit

Mama raised us from the humble beginnings 
I gotta repay her while making a living
I trauma dump just to go make me a killing
That’s why im focused tryna save up the winnings

This pen and paper finna help me go get it
I know the bad habits draggin me I can’t give in
I mix and master till my eardrums start ringing
Just so you can hear me admit it, admit this

I know I fucked up, I feel it in my bones that shit hurtin’ my soul 
I know I’m so wrong, admit it on my own say somethin’ I don’t know
I know, yeah, I know, I’m a damn psycho
Maybe this is my low

Empty bottles inside of my cabinet 
I promise I won’t die from all these bad habits
I been through so much shit you could never imagine
I’m stunting hard because before I never had shit

Doing this shit for my mom
So fuck what a pussy been sayin’ about me, still I’m gon’ aim for the top
I’m tryna right all these wrongs, while I’m still tryna stand so tall
I’m working too hard so don’t hit my phone
Don’t know why I am this way, but I am this way and it’s not my fault

Therapy sessions been getting harder cause
I got so much baggage to unpack
Especially when I still expect my departure
But we both know that I need help and that’s a damn fact

I’m trying hard, still tryna undo all the pain I gave you, all the harm
I did this to myself so please don’t give me your regards
I’m taking initiative now, I’m sick of this facade
So sick of this facade

Empty bottles inside of my cabinet 
I promise I won’t die from all these bad habits
I been through so much shit you could never imagine
I’m stunting hard because before I never had shit

I need help, are you even listening to me
I need help, listen, why aren’t you listening to me
I need help, quiet, they’re screaming
I need help, I need help, I need help

I don’t think these fuckers understand
I hit the dougie on your grave if you really wanna dance
Keep that talking up and your ass won’t pick up your mans
I shoot that fucker down cause money talks in high demand

Oh he think he tough, he thinks he really won’t catch these hands
Oh he getting buff, now you a bigger target for this M1 Garand
They know Ominvs inside the booth, he smoking seven grams
Only people inside of my circle is my seven friends

Know I choke a pussy till they purple till they almost dead
Niggas praying on me they just can’t get off my fucking dick
Running to the money tryna move momma out the fucking crib
That’s the only reason I’ve been dealing with this bullshit

Got too many problems, way too many empty bottles
Way too many cigarettes inside my body, I might quit tomorrow
I might quit these drugs but if I don’t, who gon’ bury me hollow
Turned that girl into a narcissist, she don’t think I’m filled with sorrow 

I did this to myself, I know I fucked up
I admit it to myself every damn day
Losing sleep for the past is the worst pain
Tell me something that I don’t know about my own brain

Hello my lord I need your saving
I know they praying the worst on my dreams
I know they hope that I die in my sleep
I know you won’t settle till I’m deceased

I pray to God you don’t send me to hell
Can’t you see that I’ve been trying to help
Really don’t know when this train got derailed
Everyday struggle to try but I fail

Fail, Fail, Fail
Fail, Fail, Fail, Fail
Fail, Fail, Fail, Fail
Fail, Fail, Fail, Fail

Produced By: @Ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

STAND ON BUSINESS (w/ JENX2) [PROD. OMINVS]

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