Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
That bih she wanna try me
I’m off that x and molly
She lick my dick like lolli 
I took her brain like zombie
My opp, they tryna find me
Oh yea this perfect timin
Oh yea my gang been grindin
Oh yea luh shawty grindin
Got double D on top me
My twin he tote a tommy
We tryna catch a body
We tryna catch a homi
This shit ain’t free like Riley
Live double life like Miley
Yea yea

Fin take her to my world
Like yea girl, this yo world
Twin too drunk he finna hurl
Make her dance, I make her twirl
I’m the one, yea I don’t care
See that wall, I’m finna tear
Pickin daises out her hair
Kick that boy right outta here

Yea, you wanna talk bout money?
They love me, yea they love me
She think she cannot trust me
Put dick right in her tummy
These niggas think they funny
My ex say that she love me
I thought that shit was funny

Yea, woah, say yea I’m not the same 
Feel like a zombie boy we finna shoot right at yo brain
On my opp block, yea we finna go and make it rain
Way too high off that za flyin like a crane 
Woah, yea yea, get racks for that bad bitch
Like yea luh shawty you fine go get that shit
Oh yea luh shawty you fine go get that shit
Im way too rich, I just rock designer shit
Keep my chain tucked, these Niggas reachin
I can’t fuck with niggas they be leechin
Like baby im the one that you been seekin
Like im jugnino I been creepin
Woah that za just hit my brain now imma demon
Yo hoe she a thot she suck my seamen 
I just need that ass, shawty im fienin
Woah yea, huh yea im fienin

That bih she wanna try me
I’m off that x and molly
She lick my dick like lolli 
I took her brain like zombie
My opp, they tryna find me
Oh yea this perfect timin
Oh yea my gang been grindin
Oh yea luh shawty grindin
Got double D on top me
My twin he tote a tommy
We tryna catch a body
We tryna catch a homi
This shit ain’t free like Riley
Live double life like Miley
Yea yea

LOLLIPOP (Miley Cyrus)

2. Rachyl - Chronic (egobreak)

LYRICS:

Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet
Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet

I ain’t felt like this in a minute,
I got stress in my body that probably kill anybody still walk out ten
Shit my eye been twitching for two weeks
I don’t trust nobody it’s all me
I been wishing I could cop a K and get rid of you bitch,
Y’all not gon pay me

Why the fuck would I talk to somebody?
Like it’s something I gain if I tell ‘em it’s pain that I probably just deal with ‘till I die
I been bleeding OD since birth,
Speed it up bitch y’all print that shirt
Don’t drop shit if I die that’s dirt,
Lock up the vault bitch let shit burn

Not nobody that’s like me bitch,
Pop out, find me
I need blood on my nikes bitch,
Pop out, try me
Fuck life I promise,
On that shit ‘till death
That boy still conscious,
Y’all ain’t beat him yet

We bought automatics just to keep the rent low
Who want me to use it bitch, let me know
We bought automatics just to keep the rent low
Who want me to use it bitch
Who want me to,
Who want me to

POSTHUMOUS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

davids interlude (prod. skotskr)

LYRICS:

Um, Teenage Disaster, and, BLCKK
When you guys, make another song, 
Could, you make it maybe not like, not like mask
Because I wanted it to be more like, like you sing and
And, like you’re going through something

TEENAGE DISASTER:

My crib the motherfucking place to go
Let’s pop this shit then we could pull out the rollie
Drive that car we could crash it like we bought it
A credit card just to purchase narcotics like aw,
Come take a pic with me,
Yeah rich motherfucker ‘boutta D I E,
Yeah sick with the shit call the C.D.C.

BLCKK:

And we could both burn ‘bout it bitch B.T.D.

Yeah, bitch, two hundred on the freeway
Detour, I’m whipping up the beach bitch D-Day
I stopped giving a fuck when Thorne got four M’s
I’m in his checking account spending it for him
I couldn’t have picked a worse day off
I’m on a fifth of tequila spitting on four dead -siren sound effect? Idk how to include this-
Bitch, they’ll never give me awards so I,
Bought some shit that I can’t afford
Two guns, two cars, two vests, I request
Faggot ass rappers drop a motherfucking address
I don’t know who the fuck let you get in the practice
Somebody send him a shot ima see if he catch it
Mixing chemicals bitch I’m active
Keep it steady that shit reactive
Send him to heaven if he unwrap it, bow
Bitch yeah, send him a package

TEENAGE DISASTER:

My crib the motherfucking place to go
Let’s pop this shit then we could pull out the rollie
Drive that car we could crash it like we bought it
A credit card just to purchase narcotics like aw,
Come take a pic with me,
Yeah rich motherfucker ‘boutta D I E,
Yeah sick with the shit call the C.D.C.

BLCKK:

And we could both burn ‘bout it bitch B.T.D.

MY CRIB W/ TEENAGE DISASTER [PROD. SKOTSKR]

ft. @jaiarche, @i_hear_static, @cxsket & @yxellix
my work flow is beyond slow

klips3k2 ft. @jaiarche, @i_hear_static, @cxsket & @yxellix

Invert the world x 4

Fire like diamonds in my chest
Command millions to death
Gaining trillions in debt
Make sure millions are stressed

I want an infinite moon x 2

Call me the Kollector x2
Cause I own what I want
Call me the Kollector x2
Cause I own what I want

THE KOLLECTOR

And with it over said and done
See the storm that I've become
You couldn't give a fuck about me
You couldn't give a fuck about me

I feel the fire inside my throat
And when I speak I cannot help but choke
I don't got energy to cry no more
My heart and sympathy is on the floor

Try to tell me that it's different this time no it's not
I'm supposed to love you why the fuck am I feelin this knot
Suck the soul and take the life out of me
Tell your friends I'm a prick cause It's what I can be

Just let me be another memory
Just let me be another memory I can't
Dish out any favors to these people they're all losers anyway
I was raised by my mama I was supposed to be great

Tempest

come on ft mxdy prod alreem @naonthewalls

So I May Bleed Through the Veil Again

A man with many names
socials:
creamtheprod@gmail.com
https://traktrain.com/creamtheprod
very serious musician

klips3k2 ft. @jaiarche, @i_hear_static, @cxsket & @yxellix

Cream

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