movin wit that pack n bitch im mobile like im boost
catch me out in traffic bitch im ridin wit that boof
where the fuck he at lil bitch i pull up and i shoot
catch him out he lackin fuckin hit him wit that tool
off gin, need a kickstand
bitch sayin, i aint gonna make it, u a big fan
you fuckin rappers steady spittin outta tin can
yo shit bland, i wont listen to that shit man
the music dyin, blood is seepin out the organ
unfortunately, im watchin it die, and while steady pourin this,
bored of shit, i ain't checkin in, ill be ignoring
im snorin bitch, tell em bring the best, i leave here floorin it

BITCH IM STEADY SMOKIN STRONG LIKE
PACKIN HEAVY IN THIS BONG LIKE
WHILE IM WRITIN UP THESE SONGS LIKE..
TELL THEM RAPPERS THAT ITS ON SIGHT.

on sight [ghowste]

smoke until i cannot feel the pain inside my chest
pussy boy u cannot fuckin hang out wit the best
get to packin, if he lackin, imma aim in wit the tec
catch me trappin, neva happen, bitch im stainless im a vet
if i aim it @ his head, then i prolly wouldn't need 2-
bullets til u dead, bitch I watch the maggots eat food
i can't lie, imma recluse, but 4 real aint nobody i speak 2,
brodie hit my phone, like get the fuck up off my meat dude
i don't wanna b here, id be leavin if i could
nature boy yung kuma roll the green up in a wood
do not ask me for no feature, i ain't feelin like i should
skater boy, like creature, catch me healin in my hood
yung sage, they been stuck on studyin the feng shui
broke but im still ballin, i ain't fallin for no pump fake
i aint fuckin joshin, pussy boy i really up drakes
see me while im moshin pussy boy u gettin tucked, aye
nothin here 2 care about, 
pull up to his crib, when i hear him, fuckin air it out
way too many snakes, only prayin that we snare em out
when they kno u fake, on my soul, no he wont bare the clout
thas the sound of the drum, is it rushing?
or is it draggin, like fletcher, concuss him
all on yo block, like remember, no russian
u shit talk a lot, 1v1 me on rust then

stainless (prod. legos)

and nothing was ever the same

shordy told me, i should rid myself of bad thoughts
put that shit in words, and when im writin, let the pen talk
tussin wit the tussin, can't remember when we last fought
rollin off a bus, right after school, i had my meds bought
zen walk, geekin out in public, cuz i hate it here
xan zombie, takin all the yams, so i ain't made of fear
only started buggin, til akuma started stayin here
and it was all for nothin, hopin salem fuckin made this clear
bed rottin, make a deep impression on my bed
watch the shells drop, dreamin for a death that isn't red
i got the feds talkin, lost in my depression, and instead of a 
friend watchin, i was all alone inside my head
i had no one to defend, or to look for an attack
and when i didn't have it, who would keep you fuckas from the lack?
and if bro was talkin shit, you know i'd get him for his back
im just keepin shit a stack, whoever wanted it, get packed up
and now you bitches wanna act tough,
surrounding, wack fucks, they only hatin, cuz they lack love
movin all alone, you really dolo, got no backup
yet you quick to hit the gram, about the problems that you rack up
so please continue, count me out, it wasn't meant to be
i put off my own problems, for these chumps, i treated preciously
help whoever need it, free sauce, im givin recipes
just to talk bout nothin, and get treated like im secondly

secondly [ghowste]

new track on me, i ain't droppin it
sabotaged  myself, becuz im worried, that ill flop the shit
i can't fuckin lie, i got too high, i had to stop it quick
features wanna try, but wit the guys, you know we clockin it
P5, walk em down, won't catch me round a feline
if you cannot talk it, have you joggin, get yo knees high
he think that he goggins, bitch you catchin all the free fye
three eyes on me, so you know i always see why
like let me get a plate, let me eat the verse
talkin on yung kuma, come and get yo fuckin beatin first
checkin on me get you fuckin hurt, boy im sweet as dirt
ice around my neck, lil bitch you touch it, you get freezer burn
i was jukin 12, go hide n wait, when i was 13
14 in the cut, fly out the way, you bitches dirt cheap
shordy bump this shit, but she not hearin what the words mean
finna up the switch, im fuckin clearin, smokin terpenes
cyberpunk my weapon, bitch im maxin on attachments
every bar they kleppin, pussy boy you hadda stash it
counter strike im steppin, holdin shift, to catch u lackin
global, the elite, im tappin heads up in this rap shit
knew that i was broken, never runnin from the pain
if you hatin on my motion, bitch come get in the paint
hoe we snipin wit the mosin, imma up it at his brain
brodie get too close, n imma leave this fucka wit a stain
fah fah, poppin off the glock
and i never gave a fuck, i really off him on his block
pussy boy be talkin loud, but only when he in his blog
and yo shordy sellin box, she tryna smoke up on a rock
my heart grew evil, when the spiteful hit
and if u hit me up, just kno im leavin out insightful hints
most of people, ain't gon like my shit
but i wont pay no mind, im pressin on, thats why i write this shit

frostbite freestyle [splurcetti]

flexin wit no bred, like bitch you need to pay the bills
you be oppin on a fed, but you aint came into the drill
poppin off his head, lil bitch im playin for the thrill
for the love of the game, for the pain, for the kill
and im rockin out wit sin, we make em double back
before i wasn't lockin in, you kno i had to run it back
dont put out my blunt, i neva said that i was done wit that
smokin on these runtz, it got me feelin like, another track
that boy, don't like me, bitch i been known
slice em, and i dice em, bitch im feelin like im kimbo
know i had to price em, but im never givin info
and shordy she a lifer, im sellin whiter then my skin tone
and you know im sippin jose, 
fuck another shot, cuz bitch i dropped it in my oj
smokin by my lonely, cuz i never wanna rotate
if you try to hoe me, imma diss u in the flow state,
got a pack on me, i ain't gonna flip it, bet yo shordy
throw it back on me, i ain't gonna hit it,
said you chasin on a sack homie, ion really get it
tell me what the fuck is that homie, you ain't fuckin women
u ain't fuckin winnin, chillin at the bottom, boy you lookin  like a bitch 
i could not imagine, being stuck in that position
like all yo shit is wack, don't even cap about no vision
get it scrapped, don't come back into this mothafuckin kitchen
chip on the shoulder, but it's comin off the block
as long as i get older, gon be reachin for the top
straight seethin like my pops, and bitch im never gonna stop
keep my culture from the mob, im like sopranos wit the mop
bro you baggin groceries, not bodies, get to clockin in 
hit that fuckin lick right down at kroger, while im shoppin it
gromit you got ovaries, you pussy, get to droppin it
caught you at the club without a bitch, and you was poppin it
please put the down the mic, you fuckin suck
rest in peace, or rather piss, im puttin gromit in this blunt
you can't bag a bitch, not wit that shit, you runnin up 
got a chomo in this pack, you pushin back, we rollin up

FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAME [SPLURCETTI]

fuck it im releasing it today too much fire to contain enjoy

we all gettin wasted, pick a side you wanna die to
think you know whats best for me, muhfucka i despise you
get the fuck up off my dick, no i dont really like you
they all on my body, but im rocky how i fight through
i ain't at the function, if im comin, id be drummin
im in that lick, im jumpin, got a hundred in yo stomach
when i press that button mothafuckas get to duckin
like bitch im up to somethin, i can't front or give a fuck and
if you wanna hate me, come and find me, dont be bluffin
i don't rock designer, but somehow i still be stuntin
like if i had the finer things, i prolly would be punchin
and scammin like im stacy, all the fraud i would be touchin
i got blanks, but i ain't talkin bout the rounds up in this gun
i got ya life up in my hands, muhfucka know im not the one
you better thank me, if i rock you and i only did it once
cuz if i hit you and ya mans, ill make you cry like you my son
i really fly offa rip, if i see one of them stankin ass glenwood hoes
i cannot lie, couldn't fuck with those bitches not even out touchin a ten foot pole
i seen his eyes, he a lick, if i run up im bettin his men look froze
you know im reachin inside of the whip, what his last words, muhfucka hell gon kno
and if i get capped in the first, know im takin this track, put it back in the hearse
full on attackin, im rackin the work, i don't really throw hands, lemme pass you a verse 
yo shordy clap for a perc, in the back of the day, woulda laughed at a nerd
and i make it happen, my word, i don't want any smoke, but i really will pack you to dirt
shawty wanna be so bad like bitch you cannot hold my gun
3.5 in the dutch, like tree sap, bitch got wax all in my blunt
flew by, got dope all in my lungs, i'm too high i can't feel nun
you cannot toke that wit my son, we up this steel n just for fun
like bitch dont try to run, this bullet take u faster off yo feet
like bro that shit is obsolete, walk in the mall im coppin heat
this bitch gon try to clown, like fuck u mad cuz u aint poppin g
aint shit around thas stoppin me, i spit that shit like socrates

some fye shit [segway]

made 4 fun

sit in the back, in my armor, i cannot get busy, they wouldn't fuck 
wit me, i cannot stay for the fifty, them muhfuckas would never miss me, who the fuck
wit me, only see god and the whiskey, im off a whole bottle but tipsy, father
forgive me, take it to garner, i promise, ill give it all back to my city.. 
december, i fall like the snow, i cannot move the weight, and im pushin 
my temper, how you rock wit a hoe, but then say that you couldn't relate, 
i return to the sender, couldn't talk on this flow, but i know that you always gon hate
you can suck on my member, they be watchin for dough, i cannot get you offa my plate,
ay, never think of the positive shit while im touchin the money, i run a band
and come back in the morning, im covered in blood, how you think that its funny, 
dont understand how the fuck you be talkin so much, in the back, all yo people are dummies,

like y'all mothafuckas retarded, back in the stu, and im goin out heartless
im doin me, thats regardless, muhfuckas walkin around wit a target
dot on yo back, like who marked it, shotty on me, its a muhfuckin argus

wait 4 u freestyle [4head]

there's a lot that isn't right wit me
nobody hear my words, not for the life of me
spitefully, i grab this fuckin mic, they got no stripes to me
yo shit is not that nice to me, its guttin like a knife in me 
you could try yo fuckin best, its not enough
so now i couldn't give a fuck about no set, just run it up
i leave you people to the rest, no longer care bout puffin up
my chest, you bitches couldn't test me, in this shit im number one
y'all fuckin gassed him, now just look at what hes done
like how the fuck they pass me, but aint ever sounded tough
wipin shit like vaseline, they movin round the cut
now if you movin out too passively, get treated like a runt
let me talk my shit, too much, and imma air it out
cuz i don't got much left, up in this bitch to care about
i don't see them mothafuckas sharin now
so you can keep the trash, you bitches steady blarin out
run a different grind, and everytime i wouldn't see the funds
only thing thas mine , is all my time, and i don't need the fuss
why these bitches think they fine enough for me to fuck, 
hold the fuckin line, who wanna mind inside my scene, its up
every fuckin time i chase the bred, i feel like nevermind
please just stay away, im on a plain, and i dont ever fly
you don't got the answer, sway, i promise you could never find
so please just mind ya manners, if you think that you a friend of mine
i just smoked the last fuckin gram, and now the plug dry 
so now you know im pissed, don't even bother tryna come by
whatever that you like, im hatin, i don't give a fuck why
unless you got a j, then we can smoke it, and get dumb high
rappin wit intention, like the track itself a sigil
better walk wit high discretion, or yo life is sacrifical
if you keep on talkin shit, i'll light yo candle at the vigil
woulda thought his name was malcolm, how i popped him in the middle
of his mothafuckin forehead
run up on me bro, and you gon end up makin your bed
hazardous the flow, i leave you bitches eatin more lead
atomic on the notes, i got the code right to the warhead
i keep sweatin through this pain, i won't forget
all them mothafuckin people, and came around, and they left
right, and i guess its all my fault, i never kept up
fight, for my reasons, and my flaws, i hold my head up

No, I'm Not A Rapper. [dreey]

i cannot come up with anything just take this

not yo typa music, yet you sayin that you fuck wit it
different ways of sayin, you ain't listen, im so done wit it
at this fuckin point, i couldn't care if my shits plummeted 
work my fuckin ass off, just for nothin, (of) course, im grudgin bitch
straight from out the dungeon, nuts im draggin, and im clutchin shit
got these docs from london, for the action, if you run up bitch
these mothafuckas actin like they better, yet they suckin dick
waxing fake ass love, no i don't want it, i can't fuck wit it

twirl this raw up on the couch, and keep my doubts
humanity desyncin, n y'all be the followin the route
nobody really love this shit, they really want the clout
and theres only few considered, in this shit to make it out
make it out, i can't fuckin make it out
nicotine, like breath to me, i cannot go a day without
im sure they couldn't wait to mouth, so what you got to say about
when im in pain, but im real paid, n pullin racks in great amounts,

unnamedtrack [fubar]

og song by amg dolo

rememberin back in the day, i was poppin the pillies, to hopefully die
me and the xan, got a history, rockin like milly, but truthfully livin a lie  
and why doesn't nobody listen, you hearin the music, but nobody feelin the vibe
im bouta crash the fuck out in this bitch, cause nobody is hearin the way that i cry
get the fuck out my face, i ain't fixin nobody, who ain't givin time
im takin all of the space, that you had in my head, and im leavin it fried
lie to yourself, all you want yung akuma, but what are you seekin between all the lines
this shit is life, it was never a hobby, im puttin my soul into all of these rhymes
all i feel is pain, pray the benzo numb me, heal my fuckin brain
take me out this cycle, got no fuckin buttons, for this game
i don't got no lane, im way too self-aware, i guess its lame
i hate my fuckin mind, why is it that i always misbehave
cause i can't trust nobody, first one to come fake wit the fye, bitch is leavin wit 
no body, shawty lean into yo body, all these bitches around you cuz they want a 
new copy, mothafuckas they don't got me, bitch im bodyin shit im old gotti
and these people wanna fuck wit me all of a sudden, i don't wanna speak
get the fuck out of the stu, bitch im trying to eat
burnin this shit like im hades, im pharmacy cookin i feel like the old 83
and if you gon lie to my face, and talk under ya breath, boy that shit is just hoein to me
stand on whatever i say, mothafuckas be foldin too quickly, it's over to me
where the fuck my patience go, i couldn't know
make sense that im by myself, at least i got a place at home
complacent in my problems, i can't find myself, im stuck outside the nature zone
please just keep yo distance, walk away like fuck yo placement bro

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