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lyrics:

we be sailin in tha chopper road killin like we vultures 
I became the queen when I rode with them brothers 
lamb turned to lion I eat nightmares for supper
(gun noises) one command and i’ll sick em on another

aint no love in the jungle 
profit over everythang
money might just be my name 
aint no love in the jungle 
profit over everythang 
money might just be my name

oh oh god its like
i feel i can’t lose
i feel i can’t lose
im mortal immortal immortal
oh oh god its like
somebody tell us we will lose 
not me and my crew
we mortal immortal immortal now

every body say they got another thing comin 
i see everything that you be stuntin 
that shits some lame ass fronting 
and oh god ya done gone spilt your damn sippy cup 
ahh! baby back bitches crying cause you can’t get that cake up 
ya might as well give it up

aint no love in the jungle 
profit over everythang
money might just be my name 
aint no love in the jungle 
profit over everythang 
money might just be my name

oh oh god its like 
i aint got nothin lose
i aint got nothin to lose
immortal immortal now

oh oh god its like 
somebody tell us we will lose 
you talkin to my crew 
we immortal immortal now

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Credits:
(E. Duhé, J. Hill, T. Ausar, Z. Williams, A. Fridge)

Written By Elley Duhé
Produced by J. Hill & Tane Runo for A Creative Music Group, Inc.
Additional Production By Tarro
Recorded by J. Hill at Z. Will's crib in Austell, GA
Mixed by Jeff Jackson
Assisted By Jeremy Brown
Mastered by Chris Athens at Chris Athens Master, Austin, TX

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Grey Gods (Feat $uicideboy$) [Prod.By Tacet]

[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]

eyes stay bloodshot
both on fetty wap
let them roll back while them drugs do their job
same motherfuckers thinking that they still hot be the same motherfuckers i can't see at the top
6 double 6 til my crucifix
diagnosed a lunatic
blood on me no need to rinse
been dead for years no need to slit
suboxone strips so i don't slip
but all my cravings still exist
shit
sometimes i just need that fix
sometimes i just need that drip
voices say you need that bitch
convinced i'm made to die with it
scripts stay piled up with my sins
sniffing them pills all i feel is bliss
falling from a cliff no saving $lick
fate laid out no changing it
found my piece
accept it
that i am my own apocalypse

[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

digital villain
the sin of the internet
your wifi password is incorrect throw up the set
G59 in full effect
cigarette smoke silhouette
me and slick sloth in the trunk of the vette with pouya in the front headed straight for the check
stains on the blades
no that ain't wet paint
that's your favorite fucking rappers brains on the pavement 
typical drug addict
fictional love at it's finest
i'm pissing away my whole life and it's fine because ruby the cherry is physical
i'm just a piece of shit trying to shine
ignorant swine
what a pitiful try
bitch i'm ripping out spines
$OUTH$IDE$UICIDE
sifting through pine just so i can get high one more time
let me shout i'm high til i die

KILL YOURSELF Part XVIII: The Fall of Idols Saga

I AM THE APOCALYPSE

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

Prada

seno