Name: Fried Rice prod. $HROOMMANETHE$HAMAM by $HROOMMANE
Duration: 4 min 18 s
Description: Yo my laptop has been broke for the past few weeks, heres a lame beat I made at 5 AM.

[VERSE I: Ruby da Archangel]

sold my soul to the GREY
became a household name
i claimed my grave and chained my name
i'm out the game
i don't play to win
i don't play at all and win by default
i climbed to the top just to see how far down i would fall
looked up at the heavens and thought it looked small
below me a valley a demons constantly scheming
i looked back down thinking "fuck all of yall"
i came into this world as an accident
blazing trails just to get a whiff of that blackened scent
pull up in the porsche if the benz got in an accident
fuck
ima have to get my car wrapped again
i'm back again 
back against the wall
tryna live it up before the curtain falls
white knuckle grip holding up my GREY cabal
any questions?
give one of my managers a call

[VERSE II: Lil Apache]
used to hide from the pigs now it's the IRS
wetto stil white trash 
fuck all the alphabets
ain't a damn thing changed but the change i got
all these chains came from pain and the blame i rock
just gimme the drop
gimme the spot
gimme the time
gimme the place
ringing the 9
bringing the mob
keeping the iron by my waist
off of the lines like a race
my decline gave me space to get my ind to redefine what the fuck i'm looking for today
so it's fuck an intro
fuck what you think you know
"scrim was better on dope"
fuck i heard that before
pulling crowds like the pope
heard your broke and it shows
i won't say no names though but he got a cameo
$UICIDE til the murder show
been getting head all around the globe
backstage hoes tell em tally-ho
maybe oddy though

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Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Genesis

GENESIS

[VERSE I: Yung Christ]
i got the glock in my yoga pants
fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
swanging that K in an open stance
loaded from smoking that opium
stain a lil boy in the clothes he's in
all of my walls they closing in
5150
they tryna come get me
just minding my business and moseying
matte black
smoking packs
panic attacks back to back
xanax on my lap debating 
should i relapse?
but back to the hoe i was talking bout
i just wanna put it up in her mouth
pimping up in my blood
wassup cuz?
thuggin that dirty south
four letter
two numbers bitch
GREY*59
three fingers in the air
main bitch by my side
slicky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter
young jesus with them forgi wheels
don't walk he drive on water
anytime, anyplace
any hood, any state
good til i fucking ain't
woods to the fucking face
riding with my baby Sage
lines on expensive plates
tears on my diamond chains
stoic never looking phased
poet when i'm spitting game
show me how that pussy shaved
dosage climbing with my shame
mama crying for my pain
will they ever understand?
can i even help my dad?
money fucking up my fam
giving until there's nothing left
pulling up in that latest "damn!"
chopper stay on me 
don't need no hands
prefer to be lonely 
don't need no friends
hoe we just fucking i don't date fans
i'm with my cousin and talking plans
went to my hood and copped some land
blowing through my money like democrats
2 step on the IRS fuck a tax



[VERSE II: Romeo da Black Rose]
why the fuck you look to me for help?
there ain't an ace in the cards i was dealt
i'm 31
still don't know how to take care of myself
honestly i'm scared that i might melt
leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
maybe in the next life i'll come back as a nice belt
i don't know
there's a fine line between me and you
the biggest difference is i'll snort that shit and prolly puke
dodge and juke all the bullshit yall try and put me through
but i'm shining
babygirl wylin
catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
palm starts to sweat by the way i'm gripping my 9
yeah i'm always on my toes but i'm still the same height
standing tall over my grave
make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
i can't put 'em on my wall that shit just ain't my taste
lil shawty wanna marry me
i said "you're better off in debt"
if it didn't work out, baby, i'd be real hard to forget
germans whips and private jets
private beaches to access
fuck on me, baby
i'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat
i ride for my family that's GREY*59
try and be all i can be and not waste my time
on the brink of insanity
i can't make up my mind
yeah i battle my vanite and think i'm blind

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Matte Black

MATTE BLACK

[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
it's that demented motherfucker
i'm kicking it with my brothers
repping the *59
you know GREY the fucking color
my gat screaming "kill 'em, wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"
smoking 'em like some indo
let the pistol up and spray
never could be fucked with
my dick they love to suck it
they calling me game 7 slick
i switch a bitch like subjects
pull up continental
make a hoe get sentimental
i got 18K in dental
balling with no fundamentals
michael jackson off a thriller dose
hold off on the killer dose
cooking up in a rental
"BAM!"
Emeril with the chemical
northside general
pull up in that benz
forgis turn it something cynical
anyway
think i'm bout to die by anyday
half high pass five
rolling up that mary jay
i might drop 30 like Curry with no NBA
hop out Eddie Murray with the stick and let it swing away
hot boy turn the block out
pimping out the crack house
macking up on these bitches
flew a hoe to fuck from krakow
my dick threw her back out
packed and flew her back out
been running and gunning and fucking
all while tripping in a black out
mane it's the killer
northside guerilla
mom and dad both friends and my ex a pill dealer
tell me who keep it realer?
there's no drug i ain't touched
Basquiat you face and i Banksy your face up
boy aim with your face up
they clowns with no make up
this me before warm ups
i ain't even laced up
fuck boy get your rank up
robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice 1 wetto from the ghetto
i was born to die
let 'em fry



[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
ruby getting up in them gizzards
neck look like a blizzard
keeping an eye on these snakes in the grass so i move just like a lizard
backwood tastes vanilla
popping pain killers
grip the .45
i feel like the grey gorilla
chickenheads flocking
they think i'm a quesadilla
beating up the pussy i must be a lady killer
papa pine break your spine
rub her clit like it's a vibe
now she's asking what's my sign so i threw up the *59
i'm the lord of the 7th ward
pick the lock of heaven's door
feel no need to settle scores
leave pussies red and sore
never called her back she breaking down like metalcore
everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn
check the score
GREY*59 5 and 0 in the 4th 
what a chore
rolled a blunt so big we'll have to light it with a torch
whip looks like it might've lost the second world war
ruby such an animal
7th ward dragon
when i breathe it's fucking flammable
keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals
all these fucking chains
you would think i'm wearing mannacles
yea bitch tell what's happening
dick so big i'll turn her pussy to the grand canyon
all my haters pussy like i keep on smelling salmon
keep it old school
i might pull up with a cannon
yeah bitch tell me what it is
wake up with a smile picking out the right fit
oj in the morning like i stabbed a white bitch
every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick

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Fucking Your Culture

FUCKING YOUR CULTURE

[VERSE I: Yung Scarecrow]
on them meds like darko
riding scheming on a mission
anna for the static
in my hood i bring the friction
chucky with the blade
fuck a movie this ain’t fiction
i stay stacking up addictions
million dollar drug dependence
pimping like i’m skinny when i’m riding through the city
fuck them under covers
all them feds got is a theory
9th ward to gentilly i’m the junkie of the century
chain wet like lake eerie
slicky the scarecrow that they fearing on that northside
gang tied with the *59
fuck it just kill 'em all
they gonna blame sam hyde
always taper on
what the fuck is taper off?
you see this tattoo on my head?
the fuck you resuscitate me for?
scoping out with that beam
touch your head like ima prophet
slightly nodding off that fent but rub me wrong i get it popping
attacking the hood like benghazi
better fear GREY like a stasi
hoes they love young wetto
screaming “fóllame culo papi”

[VERSE II: Prince Mononoke the Frozen Shogun]
let me tone it down before the ice caps melt
grab the devil by the horns
for that i might catch hell
white velvet on my bitch
looks like marie antoinette
everytime she gives me head it's like my dick was a threat
cheney with the shotgun
i ain't aim at shit
fuck your spotify playlists
tiktok trends
yall lame as shit
you gon catch these fucking hands like a baseball mit
you got any last words?
i bet they taste like clit
captain of the GREY
i'm going down with the ship
down with the shit
i split just about everything with slick
still in the 7th ain't nothing has changed
still wearing FTP fits til the grave
still fuck the fame
fuck the press and pain
only thing changed is i cut off my mane

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Resistance Is Useless

RESISTANCE IS USELESS

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$crim - SECOND LINE

Yo my laptop has been broke for the past few weeks, heres a lame beat I made at 5 AM.

Fried Rice prod. $HROOMMANETHE$HAMAM

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I BETTER MIND MY BUSINESS,
PRETEND I AINT HEAR IT JUST PASS AWAY QUICKLY WITH NO INTERFERENCE/ 

IF I SHOOT OUT THE CLUB INNER SPIRIT GET TAKEN LIKE LIAM JUST WALK OUT AND CLEAR IT/ 

WHEN I CALL OUT YO NAME HE AINT HEAR IT BUT DARE SAY A WORD BOUT ME NO ONE COME NEAR ME/ 

ITS AN OBVIOUS FACT THAT THEY FEAR ME AVOID IT AS MUCH AS THEY CAN BUT THEY HEAR IT NIGGA/

NO YOU CANT NOW/
BROUGHT IT BACK DOWN/
JUST TO DROP IT ON HEAD LIKE SMACKDOWN/ 
FUKK IMMEDIATELY TAKING IT BACK PAL/
WHILE THEY STUCK TRYNNA COPY MY LAST SOUND/
OKAY I SEE YOU TAKE THAT ROUTE/
MAYBE THAT'S WORKING FOR FAST CLOUT/ UNDERAGE BITCH WIT THE CLASS CLOWN, BUT THE LABEL SEE HIM AS A CASH COW/ 

MARY KATE RIGHT OUT THE DROP TOP WHIP/ 
MEDICATE SMOKING 2 BLUNTS THAT'S TWINS/
ENEMIES SWEET AS SOME DARK LIGHT KISS/
MAKING APPEARANCES KILLING YALL KIDS/
WATCH HOW YOU TALK OR I PASS TIGHT FIST/
MAKING MY WAY WHILE THEY MAKING UP SHIT/ 
THEY FEED THE SHEEP AND ITS BIT BY BIT/
ALL OF YO STYLES WAS BIT LIKE SHIT/ 

NIGGA WALK UP/
THEN HE GET CUT, NIP TUCK/ 
GOD HE GOT SLUMPED/ 
UNDER THAT SKIN GET STUCK/

Nip, Tuck (Prod. BLVC SVND)

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[Intro: Lil Oozing & Northside Shawty]

No more false idols!
Revolt revolt revolt - for we are the ones, they are afraid

[Verse I: Lil Oozing]

Remain in the earth
dirt filling' up my hearse
when I die, bury me like 10 more feet beneath 
so if I come back from the dead I'll be trapped, and you'll get to keep the peace
leave me be or just please leave me deceased
screaming "I want to be free and released!"
screaming "I want to be free of defeat!"
lace up my cleats and I fucking retreat
I really could use some more of that sleep, but I'll sleep when I'm dead in a bed with the tags on my feet
at least let me wear my FTP's
the evidence right next to me
chalk outline
the rest we'll see
he's dead so let's just let him be

[Hook: Lil Oozing & Northside Shawty]

Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry
hover around us like the dying and buried
Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
all of these crows and all of these vultures
doves do cry when you die

[Verse II: Northside Shawty]

Riding on the Northside, yeah, the far side
hit the 7th ward
might get frost bite
on the day i die leave me be in the sunlight
let the vultures feast on what's left of mine
almost lost my mind. but let me come back down to earth
this the year of my rebirth
pop right back out of a hearse
right before i hit the dirt
watch me burn
what's left of me then watch the crows burst
ain't no church in the wild, but my church six feet in the dirt

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