(Prod. by Acid Jesus & Cobra $hins)

[Lyrics] 

[Verse 1]
Broke loner my own chauffer up to the gate
Smoking clover in a range rover to restore my faith
Listening to hymns while I'm blazing my amazing grace speaking to the devil with no words left for heaven's sake
Cause I made hell my home
Fuck the snow unless I put it up my nose or keep it cooking on the stove
Sin city wasn't made for me until I grabbed the pole and murdered my ego now jesus cast the first stone

I'm tryna get paid for these rocks that I'm bagging
Hard for me to get up in this body I'm dragging
Just another call off 'til I'm falling off the wagon
But who's the one at fault, is it me or the dragon?
Clap back with another relapse, you think I'm bragging?
Scared of my reactions when you pussies wanna match it
Fuck your brand, fuck your mans, fuck your fashion I'm a one man army, loaded 'til I'm in a casket

Death ain't enough, they keep digging me up
You can bring me back to life with a blunt of the runts for the month but then I'm slipping back onto the dust until I'm burning back to nothing, blow away with a gust
From ashes to ashes I'm always full of the drugs
But I can't connect with anyone while feeling this numb
So i shoot my shots at everyone cause everything sucks, but then I learned to shoot myself for all the damage I've done
Fuck

[Verse 2]
Can't breathe, can't smoke
I choke my throat 
With the rope or the dope 
Shoot up in the noose I'm found with vomit leaking out my nose
It's dripping off my toes 
But my slit wrists left a pool that soaked the floor
Been tied up for weeks it's like I been here before
My body been rotting cause no one walked through the door
Call the EMT's to see that jesus put on a show and watch 'em wonder how I put the fucking lead in my dome, hoe

A lifeless husk that's on the cusp of greatness but I can't see the goal when I'm walking so faceless
Let's face it or face this J for my patience
I'd pray for the payment but we all know I'm faithless
Most heinous, most hated
Life been overrated
Overstated that I'm faded 'til my breath's incarcerated from the lacerations of a blade that's serrated
Paint a picture with no motion that leave you devastated

Directed my death, I left my body in the last scene
Rejected from heaven for tryna leave a bad dream
Stuck in purgatory but the devil grabbed me and brought me back and branded 3 sixes above my bad knee

No Motion Picture

I don’t want help, I don’t want out
Just wanna lie here, block it allout
Talking to myself what the fuck I’m on about
Smoking on the loud I don’t wanna feel the doubt 
Staring at the ceiling, and it blank as my mind
Thoughts echo slow, like I’m stuck in rewind
No tears left, no rage, no scream
Just static between each of my dreams
I walk alone where the silence speaks loud
Shadow on my back, no love in the crowd
Cut ties like a wire, sparked, then died
Now it’s just me, and the night, i gotta hide
Never fit the script, never played the part
They say I’m too cold, too sharp, too dark
Every time I’m at the ocean I’m like throw me to the sharks
When Im anxious feel like imma puke I gotta park 
They smile, but they hope I fall
Fake hugs, fake love I felt it all
So I built this wall, no one gets through
You don’t like me? Cool, I don’t like you
Nobody calls nobody checks
Out here by myself no one left
No “how you been,” no “you alright?”
Just silence in my room ringing every night

Produced by oceanash

Talking To Myself

prod. 999ines //

don’t forget me baby 
don’t forget 
cigarette please 
smoke me when i’m dead 
and the tourette’s sing better in my head 
i never had myself with the rest 
don’t forget me baby 
don’t forget 
cigarette please 
smoke me when i’m dead 
and the tourette’s sing better in my head 
i never had myself with the rest 

lose myself when i stare into the mirror then i go 
you would never know 
all white cold outside never kept me from her 
record and then i sing her what my heart can’t show 
cocaine love her than i hate her when she leave me 
how come she could leave me on thelow? 
no time for that shit and you know it 
i don’t think you’ll miss when i’m a ghost 
go

slow death and my heart still beating 
when i’m far away from her and my gums still bleeding 
feed me to god and his hell hounds scream for the meat of my bones ima flip em’ off kneeling 

don’t forget me baby 
don’t forget 
cigarette please 
smoke me when i’m dead 
and the tourette’s sing better in my head 
i never had myself with the rest 
don’t forget me baby 
don’t forget 
cigarette please 
smoke me when i’m dead 
and the tourette’s sing better in my head 
i never had myself with the rest

tourettes

prod. jupiter // @justdxnt

(Riddle)

see her on the street but i seen her in my dreams 
we 2 different 
we not like how you be 
certain lies id buy em on a lease
id rather buy 2 pints then i pour it pour it
hit the gas no horse but i’m yelling floor it 
no more revives but i think that i’m still going for it
and when i die i’d rather go out in early morning
now something dawned on me 
what’s the worry for?
who gives a fuck if you sleeping on a dirty floor 
just make it out hit the forbes list by 34 
and change the world around the way you win and emmy for 

(JustDxnt)

forbes w/ justdxnt

prod. 999ines /art by @jack_.psd/ @justdxnt

(Riddle)
where did the time
where did the time go 
where did mine 
where did mine go 
where did my line
where did my line go 
i’m outta my mind
man i been a psycho

i don’t even live i see the signs all in this bitch 
i know im on drugs and i won’t lie don’t ever miss
i know it looks fun but i know dying isn’t lit
if you wanna know theres more than fire in my abyss 
i’m pissed
cause u know what it is
i know i after all the pills i did it’ll persist 
what’s the fucking point of being dead if i exist 
i’m shaking my head and wondering why i resist 
is this
the end or will i twist 
take me out to heaven st laurent must have me missed 
i can’t even love myself or love a bitch 
i can’t even love myself or love a bitch
i’m rich

(JustDxnt)
lie
all the time
playing with my mental like it’s slime
time
we leave behind
all the hate and all the love makes us defined
fuck the fakes that be talking on the low
i’m out on the road
no label to promote
guess i’m just a goat
and all you bitches toads
justdxnt gonna blow
but you already know
make it rain on your bitch and now she turn into a hoe
got no time to switch so i blow swishers in a boat 
told you all before the greatest nigga riding coach 
i don’t need nobody you weren’t here when i was broke

time w/ justdxnt

[Lyrics]

(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

(Verse)

Bodies hit the floor when jesus need to pour a fucking cup
Never go to church, my faith is in the glock I fucking trust
Taking nine lives with the nine when I let it bust
Tripping off a strip I eat the shrooms as well to level up
Speak up 
Tweaker
Got you on your knees begging please to the G not to leave you cheesed up 
Breathe
Breathe 
Imma make you bleed
I’m a one man army, no swiss, this steal ain’t cheap

Hit the floor
Make em hit the floor
When the ammo go
Chopper on my hip that’s holding tits it let the corpses roll (x2)

Double D’s with the 223’s make your body fold
Pull up to the funeral to make sure that the casket closed
Brought a burner to the church and burn the mass to ash for sure
Imma turn your whining into blood and leave the altar soaked


(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

Holocaust (prod. Requiem Cult)

*lyrics*

im the dark overlord that eats the dreams out yo head
they say im under the radar, i like to say that im dead
remember deep in the street, could only write, never fed
plus they think that im useless, so i moved out instead

PUT YOUR HANDS UP, THIS A FUCKING RANSOM
OH YOU MAD CAUSE YOU WANT FAME AND THEY WONT HAND SOME?
BUT YOU TALKIN HOT, MY NIGGAS SHUT YO CAN UP
IM NOT HAPPY WITH MYSELF UNTIL MY BANDS UP

who you coming with?
now tell me who coming with?
all these pussy niggas claiming that they fucking tough and shit
ima double it
ima fucking double it
if i dont have the money, bitch then he go in the body pit

oh you think that you hard, because you carry a weapon
till you walk in the street, and hear the pop pop
man, you can die any second
lose a life, something precious
making everything worthless
in my head, thats embedded
(that i dont feel) 
now pussy whats the deal
you niggas acting fake but go and like, repost my reele
and bitch, they got me heated, just enough to break to the seal
got my name up in they mouth, taking notes on my appeal

i hear them talk, “what is saki on?” im fueled by anger and pills
i dont care for opinions, because my lifes about thrill 
i just make me my music, and prolly hope for a mill
need to smoke me a pound, or throw my head on the grill

PUT YOUR HANDS UP, THIS A FUCKING RANSOM
OH YOU MAD CAUSE YOU WANT FAME AND THEY WONT HAND SOME?
BUT YOU TALKIN HOT, MY NIGGAS SHUT YO CAN UP
IM NOT HAPPY WITH MYSELF UNTIL MY BANDS UP

PUT YOUR HANDS UP
THIS A RANSOM
PUT YOUR HANDS UP 
THIS A RANSOM
PUT YOUR HANDS UP
THIS A RANSOM
PUT YOUR HANDS UP
THIS A RANSOM

RANSOM (PROD. $KIAH)

b3N0 ATBFrenchie damn p. dymon

hyperbolic numeral, which is a word that is used to describe a large but unspecified quantity.


Infinity ProB gelatoo

prod. 999ines // 

slow start hoe i still ain’t up the pace 
blow apart take my heart to outer space
we in the dark no stars in the way 
well okay 
i mean if you count the star that’s on my face

i could never take her out the city now 
not like i would wanna i’ma city child 
pretty pink pussy i go eat it i go in and out
i don’t even know if i’m alive 
they don’t hear me shout 
i reach out 
i reach out and touch it 
i think i was here to change your life 
i don’t know how i does it 
i get way too friendly with a bitch 
tell me why i have to have a soul all of a sudden?

slow start but i feel it now 
pink cheeks and the stomach growl 

40 drown me some how it gone leave me in the city clouds 
somehow i don’t eat and i don’t need no one to give me help 
give me hell 
she gone give me hell
i swear every bitch is mighty quick to try and kiss and tell 

feel like yeat 
when i hit the beat 
like he hit the bell 
super sweet codiene with the lean mean i hit the ground 
omg 
talk about a beast 
he leave me astound
who is me? 
someone you can’t be 
that’s that riddle sound 

omg
someone you can’t be
that’s that riddle sound

badassjhit x Jxy4eva

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