[Hook]
You’re all in my way
Don’t have much to say 
Talking everyday 
I don’t like to pray 
But Lord please give me now
 a chrome 45 buss down 
I don’t want it loud 
Silencer my shroud

[Verses]
Just take off the mask 
I know you hate it 
I know you can’t stand in the system we stay in
Keep getting thoughts of your freedom when faded 
Oh don’t we all we in animal cages
And I get elated at thoughts of destroying the city 
And doing shit I know I shouldn’t 
I do not fuck with your pity this bitch isnt a savior that’s something I couldn’t 

Now you are facing the faces of true revelation 
Escape from the stasis they keep us in station 
With no destination 
Inflation the profit for them its our killer of nation

Hold up the courts with a barcode invasion 
Snow dust you snort while they sell you persuasion 
want a divorce from the union I stay in 
But I want it more to release it to satan

Cause satan be hatin be he kinda better 
No politicians for me sunny weather 
Aint that am ideal world with no debtors 
& Aint that an idea shared to the letter

You scared of it 
You not prepared for it 
You will not change it unless you get dared with it 
Dared with your money 
Its honey for you like a bee 
That couldnt be me cause 

[Hook]
You’re all in my way
Don’t have much to say 
Talking everyday 
I don’t like to pray 
But Lord please give me now
 a chrome 45 buss down 
I don’t want it loud 
Silencer my shroud

Taxi Driver (Prod. Segador)

Just a raw recording with an effect. I cant find the producer who produced the beat. If you see this sir/maam let me know. If someone knows let me know so I can properly credit them.

Cross Fade Freestyle.wav

Quick Lil Barz (Prod. Rxkz)

been that boy

lyrics:

indo smoke
that shits no joke
i need to smoke this on the real
(x3)
need to smoke this on the real
need to smoke this on the real

dont open up that window homie
dont u know we smokin still
roll me up that indo shorty
u aint come thru just to chill
all up in the caddy 
swerving, smokin
like its coupe de ville
high up wit my gangstas
know them locos that was 
born to kill

we been like that 
same old motherfuckers
coolin wit the gat
fuck em other vatos out here
thinkin this is just an act

bitch
i been that boy 
i been like that
i been that dude
i been intact
i been that fool
i been in black
been wit that bitch
dont want her back
been wit the tool
aint ever lack
we spin yo block
n make a pack
pretend u active 
u get smacked
the twin dual glock
gon leave u flat
we aint cool
bitch watch yo back
i been that fool
ghoul with the mac
im wit the crew
just sippin act
ive got no clue
on how to act
act
ay ay ay

slumped back in the drivers seat
twist my fingers
rollin indo
fool u know that's how it be
indo lingo
out the window
u aint got a thing on me
soul of cinder
elemental
don't get caught up in the mingle
i need somethin simple 
like that
indo smoke
that shits no joke
i need to smoke this on the real

indo lingo [prod. who$teeno]

Ocean Floor Pursuit (TPC 244)

This the mfkn mafia respect that shii, better run that shii Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Aye aye aye

Pull up with my crew a couple shootas on the loose we smoking pounds around this bitch and rolling backwoods on the woods “word word”
I can’t fuck witchu you’re just a playa running lip come fucking trying me if u dare I’m steady ready with da clip, yuh

Aye pull up gonna be a murder case if you fucking the gang, southside 214 mayne yuh
Homie run shii he don’t wanna elaborate he got shot on the dome mayne”rhaaa rhaaa”
Mask up on my face with a 9 on the hand 
As a hollow to the face mayne “wha wha”
Muertos is the gang couple riders down to ride
On the south where we don’t play 


Spark my fucking blunt it’s raining blood up in the ville,(for real) as my conscious looses focus This berreta leave u squeal “say whaa”
I can’t fuck with hoes,Don’t give em love just give em dick, (ok) if yo shawty tryna talk then why you checking up on me yuh aye

yuh aye 

South side with no repping side, we just my wearing black all the time On my mind be that murder sight pull up with a gat, hit the dash 
Called it loosen ties, you fucked up leave you dead on the boulevard, Flipping 0 dollaz into cash as I’m crusing by, aint my fault yo bitch likes to cruse around, smoking on yo dope as 
She moans my name out loud. 


Talk yo shii bitch if you really wanna fucking die pu-pull up with my killas and they ready just to kill on sight 3-30 rounds clips just case my aim aint fucking right, yeah I’ve counting dollars,smoking dope while swerving thru the lanes yuh

I don’t fuck witchu give a fuck I wanna do
Fuck around we get you loose 214 the southern crew, the next best thing gotta be that you’re so pressed fuck around with dollars that ain’t yours now you so scared crusing round the block just to see who might be up next 
Smoking muddy blunts and I think im going insane, no 50 gonna tell me what is up next
Roll another blunt smoke that shii right in front of em 
Yuh

ICrusing round the world with my homies fosho 
Got the ak mac 11s and the shotties fosho 
If you wanna meet the devil bitch I’m already gone
Sewermafia in this bitch I’m Feeling already slumped 
yuh
Bitch I’m fucking fiending on sum devilish shii 
Dont fucking try me if u dare I’ll leave you all in a pit
The southern killas taking over bitch give me all yo shii
If you comply with simple orders I just might let u live 
Yeah counting on yo dollaz bitch I’m already rich
Over the south it’s raining bullets gotta empty the clip 
The black bandanna on my face so noone turn into snitch
You got a problem mf solve it up with my clip
Yeuh 
Lyrics by. Dirtykilla

$ilentville- prod. korakazi

My family kept calling me out for not talking with them about our recent shared traumas.
I’d talk with them for their grief yet after months of silence they noticed that I never spoke of mine.
I didn’t know how.
I didn’t even speak about it all with myself yet.
I was running for months, hell years even
Into lust, greed, gluttony, addiction and drugs.
I just kept repeating these cycles.

The itch of addiction crawling all in my brain, I relapsed after almost 2 months of sobriety.
My head was so loud.
I was so angry, my tools weren’t working.
So I said fuck it and grabbed some weed as mentioned in The Ballad Of Cain, rolled a joint, sat at a park bench by a tree and smoked a joint while writing to myself the very questions in this song.
This song is an honest conversation with myself and my shadow.

I was going to differentiate the voices so it would be like different characters, then I was like “man I’m too tired for this shit imma jus do it let them figure it out.”
So yeah 👍 
I love you 💜

Conversations With My Shadow

had 2    prod1.brian

postpone

$avvy ft. SJ Gloom [prod. large]

Dance Devil.Wav

We were somewhere around Dallas when the glock began to feel cold 

Mi Familia
@sushishrooms
@erwin-lozada
@dasmyglock

Dance Devil.Wav

Saint Omerta