HUMANS AND MONSTERS (PROD. WENDIGO)

Lyrics:
Yeah I got the toolie
And I'm boutta make a movie
Finna bust you down in the street wit' my Uzi
1, 2, 3
Now you count your fucking sheep

Yo, just bring in the fucking beat

Creepin' out the coffin in the motherfuckin' graveyard
Runnin and you coughin' and I catch you when you off guard
Start to feel bad
So I mail your parents a post card
They start to feel sad
When it's a picture of your body scarred
Run up on the scene
Fill the magazine
Blow the Ketamine
Eat amphetamine
4HEES 4HEES
Whatchu' doing man?
I can't understand
You always rappin' bout some murder shit you gotta chill
Fuck you bitch I just signed a 10 million deal

Yeah I got the toolie
And I'm boutta make a movie
Yeah yeah I got the toolie
And I'm boutta make a movie
Yeah I got the toolie
And I'm boutta make a movie
Yeah yeah I got the toolie
And I'm boutta make a movie

Doing 95 down 95
I won't survive
Devil take the wheel
And I close my eyes
I won't come out of this alive
Life on autopilot
Take the blunt and light it
Day after day and I never try to fight it
Gunshots ring out
Buster stay down
You on the wrong side of town
And you try to fuck around
Brain so scattered
Can't remember what matters
Hear the gun clatter
Take a drug platter

Yeah I got the toolie
And I'm boutta make a movie
Yeah yeah I got the toolie
And I'm boutta make a movie
Yeah I got the toolie
And I'm boutta make a movie
Yeah yeah I got the toolie
And I'm boutta make a movie

Uh, pop a pill
I feel like I'm on a hill
I'm teetering and I'm tottering
I'm anything but still
They say to chill
I tell 'em to go to hell
Now I'm lookin' for a thrill
Let's roll up the dollar bill
Flippin' a gram
And gettin' an o
I don't give a damn
I'm takin your hoe
Go off for the fans
Go hard for the foes
You still in the stands
I'm killin' the show
You ain't got a chance
I'm killin' the flow
I'll do it what I can
And that is the most
You play in the sand
I'm stuck in the snow
It's really a blizzard got blood on my nose
But I'm addicted to the rush of it
I just can't get enough of it
There's not a single fuck I give
Go in and then I'm crushing it
Like shit I fill my stomach with
There's not a single fuck I give
Let's fill a cone
Mostly green but mix that shit
'Cause that is what I'm on
It's time to go
Spark it then I light it
Once I get it then I'm in my zone

Toolie (ft. Sketch)

WAKE UP!

"Now when Messiah was risen early the first day of the week, he appeared first to Mary Magdalene, out of whom he had cast seven devils"
"And she went and told them that had been with him, as they mourned and wept." (Mark 16:9.10)

CHOKE-HOLD (That Lady)

"But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea."(Matthew 18:6)

On The Line

Romans 15:13

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you may be rich in hope through the power of the Holy Spirit.



Maybe I Was

"But He turned and said to Peter, “Get behind Me, satan! You are a stumbling block to Me, for you are not setting your mind on the things of Elohim, but the things of men.”
(Matthew 16:23)

Dont Come Any Closer

1: In the beginning Elohim created the heaven and the earth.

2: And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of The Father moved upon the face of the waters.

3: And Elohim said, Let there be light: and there was light.

4: And The Most High saw the light, that it was good: and He divided the light from the darkness. (1 Corinthians 1:1-4)

GRAND RANDO

Lyrics:
Yo it's 4HEES on the track
Still smoking on the sack
The same psychopath
Making hella fuckin' racks
Still creepin' for your souls
Stealing all your fuckin' hoes
I been on the road
Killing motherfuckers just for show
Life and death I juxtapose
Mind and body I dispose
Fly real low like a mofuckin' crow
Haunted by my dreams
And I can't fall asleep
Same nightmare on repeat
I need some tryptamines
Rolling two deep in the mofuckin' Beem
Drive up real slow on the mofuckin' creep
Blast a fuckin' bitch if she holla at me
'Cause you know you can't talk to the mofuckin' king

Yeah you know I like it psychedelic
'Cause I'm a fucking relic of the past
Shooting bullets through your ass
When I chase a motherfucker yeah they run so fast
Can't fill the void inside
I need a homicide
Just to stay where I reside
In my head paralyzed
Feed the addiction that's controlling my soul
'Cause I got chains of darkness that won't let me go
So fucking delusional
And so fucking cynical
This life is so cyclical
It deserves a little ridicule
Stroke my own ego
Just so I can feel sane
Brain pecked by a seagull
With the drugs in my veins
Cop a fucking Gucci
And cop a fucking Louis
Yeah I spend so much
Just so I can feel bougie
Rockin' ASSC
That shit look good on me
Catch me at the afterparty
With all the coke fiends
Go to work
Go to sleep
Pop a Perc
Make a beat
You'll never see me coming 'cause I'm always on the creep

Always on the creep bitch
I'm always on the creep
Always on the creep bitch
I'm always on the creep
Always on the creep bitch
I'm always on the creep
Always on the creep bitch
I'm always on the creep

Yeah I'm so elite
Kiss my fucking feet
I want to go down as the motherfucking king
Yo fuck this fucking rap shit
I'mma bow out
I'mma take over the world
Just for the fucking clout
I just got one last thing that I want to say
I hope you fuckers rot right in your fucking graves

Creepin'

Happy B DAY

Never Give up, Trust Your Instincts. Blessed Be The Powers That Be. The Truth Will Set You Free.

Happy B DAY

Zayuso

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