prod hair tie cat

girl was messy trynna steal my life away
i don't really need her i don't need her anyway
i was busy trynna get myself together she said stay
safe to say that i just didn't want to be in the same place
no we not alike girl
u not evn my type hoe
no this not a typo
u needa get a life tho
u worried bout my side hoe
like where even my side hoe?
why u gotta lie tho
u don't know shit i know 

i knew that youd fuck me over
you don't regret it
sittin at your window
im not sober
youre gonna get it
feel what ive been feelin
topple over
it only makes sense
ripped apart you need another owner
that new guy don't want u no more no more

i know that the thought of me haunts you
but u want me back right to you
i don't want issues i don't even want to see u
not ur tissue u really chose this otherwise id remain
static in yo life but when i look at you so pitiful
i couldn't even cry
get out my life

couldn't even get a sorry
dumb bitch fogged my head i stumble at the party
i took the car keys im not well behind the wheel
im darting
another swig of my titos down i10
god im sorry

stumbled out the function i slaughtered her
she leaks out and i drown in her
green potion in my canister
really made with no additives 
if im manic i add to it
like my bodies got trash in it
and im always attacking it
wont get better i fact checked it

stumblinggg

@xojiela
Start of anew, blow this up for me guys <3 love you all

LYRICS:
I might just breathe up toxins, the animosity
Take with a grain of salt, that generosity
Maybe it's for a second, but my anxiety..
Is telling me to quit inside the room with all the bodies kneed
Fuck it I don't need a helping hand I need a chill pill
Just because I said it doesn't mean its always one hill
Tunnel vision really only helps the weather sit still
Gotta lock it back inside the bank, I need the big bill

Tend to overthink that shit like its a dot bar
I know I'm not genius, you act like I know a lot, par
Grind my teeth inside the ground we call that "thought tar"
Using all this pain to make it up to shoot my shot, far
Keep my pocket knife up on my side while I go fuck em
Thats the definition, text to book of paranoia-hold'em
Life is like a bigger gamble every time; my brain I told them
Even if I died they say in unison "that faggot folded"

thetoxinsinmyheadtoldmetomakethissong (prod. xojiela)

lyrics:

glock on my right, on my left a mac 11
when i die, ima go to rich nigga heaven
sock em with the fye, leave his momma in depression
i'm the most fly born in 2007
therapist told me i got too much aggression
loaded up the clip n gave his hairline a recession
i think violence might be my new obsession
if he misbehaving, we gon teach his ass a lesson

prod bxxxy

RICH NIGGA HEAVEN

estrada prod youforia

her words laid firm on me
shortie hit like a stem
a headache da cant be mend
i worried you would find a better men

they say, (to jus be him) no

quick wit da pic, empty no flash 
flick for da gram, get the angle no pan
2g rolled n smoked in one sittin man 
let the credits roll, movie bout how were growin so old, 

memories slowly unfold
she sat as i let em unravel n show 
tossed in the back where im likely to never go
promise is stuck like this beanie i always got on

trust for no one, unless it is me n you we is like gold
i ain never give a fuck bout yo body 
inat for ya soul , changed perspective for yo
no defiance cuz shawtie im willin to walk on our road 

feelin like were connected likes roots
a parta of me stays willinin in you, 
wont ever leave cuz der was sum point were it was only you
all i ever had was you, n all we ever had was we

but

it was jus a dream
her word laid firm
her words they laid firm on me
shortie hit like a stem
a heartache da cant be mend
i worried you would find a better end

i said , you deserve the best (though)
(it was all jus a dream
dont you go to sleep)

her words laid firm on me
shortie hit like a stem
a headache da cant be mend
i shouldve been the better men

they say, to jus be him

dont you go to sleep
it was all jus a dream x3

jus a dream
ohh oh ohhhh

stem prod. kissshot

comes w time

Ft. @viera-xx
prod. @lovesick333
Mixed by @leviwavedashes

Lyrics:
Feel like Danny Brown cause I'm posted wit them white trannies 
Gotta watch who I fuck cause my last hoe was a damn hand-me
She'd prolly slime out her own family for a handy 
But I'd do the same thing to my friends for a Grammy (YES! :3)
But it's cool I'm the runner-up, I run it up no debatin' 
Next up out my city bitch I'm nominated
Pentagram up on my neck I just sold my soul to Satan

Gotcho hoe in the studio doing (adlibs!)
Hop up onna beat got the girls hittin' tricks to it 
Dawg said he gon put me to the pavement
Call up the homie RIGGEDZ, she'll putchu on sumn paper like an obituary
Cut a- ah fuk (my fault...)
Cut a bitch off if the head trash
Ion know my father, I just know that shit hereditary (wait-)
That don't sound right...
My momma gave me intelligence, that's what I meant
Diamonds on my bih, diamonds on my BB belt 
Shawty said she fell in love wit me but not nobody else
Go ahead trick, I know that trick
Shawty said she fell in love wit me I'm not on that shi 

Bitch, I'm that fucking tranny
Pull up on his block and clean his shit just like it's Tiege Hanley
Pockets fat asf like I'm walkin' round wit Tammy
Hadtuh stop talkin' to the bitch she too demanding 
Sweet like some rasins, boring like some bran
Up the pole now I make that faggot dance
Took his bitch he wanna bet she on the fence
Wanna outdo me bitch, I'm better than the rest
I wont touch you but the Glock dont want consent 
This shit, Futurama how I got the bitches bent
Re-run the play bitch, figure how it went (yo)
Ass got beaten now you cryin to the feds
It's all love bitch I dont want no fuckin sex
Hit the foot to his head I make him look like Johnny Test
You a fatfuck. You on cardiac arrest.

Feel like Danny Brown cause I'm posted wit them white trannies
Gotta watch who I fuck cause my last hoe was a damn hand-me 
She'd prolly slime out her own family for a handy
But I'd do the same thing to my friends for a Grammy
But it's cool I'm the runner-up, I run it up no debatin'
Next up out my city bitch (aye) I'm nominated
Pentagram up on my neck I just sold my soul to Satan (uh yea)

 I just sold my soul to Satan (What?)

NOMINATED! ft.VI3RA (prod.lovesick333)

prod. mortem (and some shit i added)



im geeking every single day i need to Stop
i lose it when i want
i want my skin torn off
this feelin is more than lost
where is my razor
spill myself on the ground lay here
my life gets worse every minute i stay here
can’t wait till i get offed
crisis bout my conscious dear god make it stop
i cannot really see anything in my view 
i cannot function a second without u
just know im sorry if i ever hurt u
i know your heart stings and me too
its how we gon get thru

sleepin hold my hand in the car seat
fade away to the skies our souls are star linked 
theres no more pain for were happy
nothing to process im made up of nothing
ditched bein something its alright
ill make it out of here ima use my m ight   
vomit and stumble while im losing eyesight  
sleepless nights life frights 
im craving when i die
i must let my soul fly
s

 razor hit my skin i don't feel as distant
in the mirror makin faces ive lost it
im not human around people i fake it
it could mean less to me if i had made it
im worried that i ended like this 
im sorry if u count on me and i don't make it 
1 screw left swivel under my head
disposable friends
twist me off my neck
i miss the ones who stay till the end  
miss my miss heart sewn again its a fable written
and i live till the end of it all
im alone again awake until the dawn

stem prod. kissshot

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