NINE6NINE! [prod. puhf]

You ever feel like no matter what you try and do, it feels impossible to cope with depression, your own thoughts, and you're looking in the mirror trying to figure out where it went wrong. 

Rise Up (Can't Cope)

[VERSE I: Anthony Mars]
yo light that cigarette
i'm tripping
ash it on my bitches
taking my dose
i never skip it
still in my hood up pistol gripping
still got 100 blunts
got that bape up in my cup
stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
wetto the king of the GREY
self park i don't fuck with valet
sheesh
private jet fuck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay
no i'm never okay
bitch stop asking
came up and supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy
running and ducking the slammer
thinking bot cocking the hammer
the lights the glitter the glamour
none of this shit even matters
none of this shit made me happy
wound up in rehab instead of a casket
locking me up and they had the rooms padded
made a straight jacket my fashion

[VERSE II: Norman Atomic]
ruby that motherfucker
grim reaping
i'm undercover
soul seeking
i found another bitch who's thinking that i'm her lover
no
reason i keep on shrugging
blunt is cashed let's keep 'em coming
only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
i'm a pro at self doubt but i doubt i'll ever know 
that these bitches want me to fly 'em out all because i upped the glow
all these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
and talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough
all this fame is such a curse sometimes i wish i was a ghost
watch me raise the fucking dead next time i'm on stage at a show

[OUTRO: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
haunted, haunted
i can't escape my mind
it's like i'm doing time all the time
exhausted, lost it
just one little line
have this talk with god all the time

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

1000 Blunts

1000 BLUNTS

Mwah

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im poppin sticks like im nick cannon
smash her like im ganondorf
all my homies stuntin
we all ballin like we manage sports
fuckboi on my dick
wants a pic
go head and tag the dork
miss me with that bullshit
yeah i shoulda been a matador
slap a whore
choke a bitch
man i think i broke her hip
fuck her til she soaked in piss
i plan to make a note of it
blanco always faded like a motherfucking poke n stick
ready to snatch a soul
seal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
i'm smoking bliss
turn a fuckboy into mist
scratch a name off of my list and add another
just for kicks
open slit up on my wrist
yeah i think they get the gist
tighten up my fucking fist
blanco never fucking miss
spit out the drip
dont want crystals in my stomach
all these crystals on my bitch
align her chakras while we fuckin
rearranging all her plumbing
all these suckas think they stuntin'
but they really just lame
spittin' out flames
bitch i bang grey 
five nine til the day i die
my tear ducts all dried
i fear i dont know why i feel so normal when im high
all these voices in my head i cant tell which one is the lie
always bring the storm yeah blanco blackin out the sky

[VERSE II: Wetto]

give it how these haters want it
break a bitch up on it
yung slick walking coma as i smoke the marijuana
its yung north 
make the bass shake
tell a bitch wait
diamonds shine as i flip it
ship it make the weight skate
i been wrist whipping
flocking chickens
when i slide pimping
glock gripping
pop a clip in
have your mind spinning
spine bending
bloody linens in your mom kitchen
crime ridden
hood i'm from ain’t got no prime lending
slicky flame sizzle
rolling with a tank missile 
tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue
i'm popping 30s seeing blurry
still I can’t miss you
pop the stick and blow the clip
kill everyone that came with you
same issues
playing russian roulette with revolvers
i go gung ho with that drum roll like i'm travis barker
“last offer”
hear the devil talking to me often
fuck a coffin when I die just burn me in a foreign
wetto chris walken
haunted like the deer hunter
you a larp with no heart just tuck your dick under
you a fed you a cop you a real uncer
scarface wetto with that metal let that steel rumble

YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990)

Every Dog Has His Day

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY

Are You Going to See the Rose in the Vase, or the Dust on the Table

Are You Going To See The Rose In The Vase, Or The Dust On The Table?

New World Depression

Misery in Waking Hours

Misery In Waking Hours

Latitude

Dont Test Me II [Prod.By Getter]

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: YUNG PLAGUE]

straight out of hell
ring the bells
plague is here to stay
roaches and locust they cover me
no halo hovering
follow me in your grave
ain't got no patek because i'll be here until the end of fucking time
thy kingdom come, thy will be done
and still you wonder who am i?
i am the devil's son borned and raised
preaching $UICIDE
googly eyes
tell me more
okay
praise the fucking devil
god can suck my dick
i scorch the plains
making mountains crumble
glaciers melting
oceans swelling
i'm lord of the flames
wait a fucking minute i got more to say
threatening swordplay
some would say nay because the tip of my swrod blade is dipped in chlordane
yung pague breaking fortes
scarecrow in the corn maze
haunting board games
for war we pray
plague is cold in norway
hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains
for war we pray
7th ward the grey
for war we pray

[VERSE II: LIL CHOPPA]

death is inevitable
the fucking scarecrow
walking on his tip toes on your blood stained wood floor
you know mr. typical
hearing the fucking voices through my window
begging to be dead
but no worries
just like chucky, cut throat got the blade and the knife
may thy rise for the yung christ
never even died
my father has forsaken i
i'm still $UICIDE until i die
it's an eye for an eye
speaking of I
I... (someone help me out)
I see the reaper having a busy season
it's getting harder to watch from the bleachers
the father of evil like Knievel
ruby and i stay jumping over people
xanax eating
close to lethal
cigarette breathing
junkie used to needles
so i grew up a fuck up
load the nine up
my time's up

I Want to Die In New Orleans

10,000 DEGREES

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