LYRICS-

all alone in my closet as i write this
stay strapped wit a gun call me isis
sell our soul to the fame and stupid prizes
i hit the plug for a ounce what the price is?
240 for an ounce but he sell the pounds
smoke the weed have no friends when i look around
start to wonder why im feeling so fucking down
then i might forget after i roll all my loud
empty mags is the kid rolling through your town
bagged pants and a hood while he looking down
no heart no blood and his face a frown
only smile when his body put into the ground
all alone in my closet as i write this
stay strapped wit a gun call me isis
sell our soul to the fame and stupid prizes
i hit the plug for a ounce what the price is?

ISIS

Outta pocket freestyle (prod. Optics)

Gelato 41

Had to vent fr. Don’t act like I’m crazy or like this world isn’t fucked up when it very much is. Always a crumb of hope to be found if you’re actively looking.

USED TO BE

_NORTH

Nemzzz - DOOM (Remix)

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Gelato 41

Sivanorii

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