LYRICS 

To heaven sent 
And a drop of a pen 
And I’m makin out a path 
Leave a mark with my brand 
Tell em all represent 

I’ll fuck with the realest 
Who look like a menace
I’m counting the minutes 
Don’t try to empress 

I’m on my shit and I’ll fall for the rest
I’ll ball my fist who fucks with the best

Peepin this game 
And it’s hard to explain 
Keepin it true to yo thing
Don’t front the game 
So fuck this fame
Y’all look the same

Over coming all this pressure 
Livin with lesser shit 
Draggin my problems I mastered stress
Your endin a phobic that festers 
Best up 
Ready to vest up 

Pickin up broken hope
So cold tensed up 
Vest up 

3x
Peepin this game 
And it’s hard to explain 
Keepin it true to yo thing
Don’t front the game 
So fuck this fame
Y’all look the same


Lookin like bandit all day 
Telling me about it no way
I’m sorry admit it 
Following modest and ease 

Slimfiend looking like a sensei
Take em to the shoreline 
better not test me 
Rip em a new thought 
Said don’t test me 
Teachin the broken ones sanity 

Lookin like bandit all day 
Telling me about it No way
I’m sorry admit it 
Following modest and ease

MODEST AND EASE

PUSHIN PRESSURE (FEAT. AKJONNY)

FREIGHT TRAIN (prod. Indominus)

LYRICS 

Verse I
Haven or hell?
Picking or choosin not feelin so well
Flip a dime it’s a deal 
Now lose yo mind when ocean swells 
Yung $tein gonna leave yo body in a well
Don’t stair if you’re not prepared 
If you reap what you sow

Loaded thrills when a killer kills 
Who knows 
But a broke motherfucker
Wanna front these bills 
Pop a pill so a fiend never gonna feel 

I’m losin but fuck it I’m brusin 
While I’m keep on cruisin
So settle with a motherfuckin 
Untold tell
I’m lost in the sauce
Divide and conquer all
Rip a motherfucker
I don’t wanna be another punk bitch
Motherfucker talk shit 
ain’t gonna phase me 
Evil Raised me 
Lookin faced to face 
I see these demons are the one who 
Fuckin crave me 
Started lately 

Chorus 

2x
RIP a motherfucker
I don’t wanna be another punk bitch 
motherfucker talk shit 
ain’t gonna phase me 
Evil raised me 
Lookin face to face 
I see these demons are da one who 
Fuckin crave me  


Verse II

Pussy boy keepin on lurkin
I’m the one who keeps on skirtin over curbs 
Keep on flirtin with the motherfuckin jerk 

Get cursed six’s in the thirds 
Run around insane 
Like a headless bird 
No chain No lane 
Not another broke game 
Fuck a lame
All I hear is mothafuckas 
Bitchin bout the same thang 

Miss me with that fuckery 
Slimmy ain’t no prodigy
Fuck around end up inna misery
Come and find out you will see 
Black energy 
Consuming me for centuries 
Fuck enemies 
There’s nothin left for me 
To kill the whole industry 
Sell a soul for the green
But I lived out this dream 

I don’t wanna be another punk bitch
Motherfucker talk shit 
ain’t gonna phase me 
Evil Raised me 
Lookin faced to face 
I see these demons are the one who 
Fuckin crave me 
Started lately

BORN WITH A CURSE

Wassgood Ft. 7$QUAD

Copyright © All Rights Reserved.2022
(Prod.By Marow  x Nikco Suavvaye )

APPLE MUSIC

Making My Lane

Rain Rage

de4ath

Produced by NVNBEATS x SLIXX +++ Mix n Mastered by SLIXX
feat. @zzrada on ig

ZZRADA
You got no money I got no time 
Stain on my shirt 
And this 
Pain in eyes 
Cruise through the valley while grippin my 9 
Ima take yours if your try to take mine 
You got no money ? I got no time 
Shit i got no money , I got no time 

You got no money I got no time 
Stain on my shirt 
And this 
Pain in eyes 
Cruise through the valley while grippin my 9 
Ima take yours if your try to take mine

See I had a little bitch but I put me first 
Ya
My life been a movie,
That I didn’t rehearse 
Lost a little time 
But it coulda been worse 
Ya
they took my shine 
Losin trust be the worst 
I was born with a gift 
But if feel like a curse 
I was raise around death
 I was built by the hurt
Brought up by the pain 
I was built by the dirt 

Fuck an og ima teach myself 
Always blowing og
To relieve myself 
I done fell so hard 
I
Can’t believe myself
Had to pick shit up 
And redeem myself 
I was in to deep 
I 
Couldn’t reach myself 
Had to look up in the mirror 
I
Couldn’t cheat myself 
Like damn z really need to heal your self 
Had to look up in the mirror 
I 
Couldn’t cheat myself 

You got no money I got no time 
Stain on my shirt 
And this 
Pain in eyes 
Cruise through the valley while grippin my 9 
Ima take yours if your try to take mine 
You got no money ? I got no time 
Shit i got no money , I got no tim

You got no money I got no time 
Stain on my shirt 
And this 
Pain in eyes 
Cruise through the valley while grippin my 9 
Ima take yours if your try to take mine

SLIXX
I’m losing confidence 
Smoking so much that Im feelin lost again 
My consciousness, tellin me not to trust you baby 
Like baby, I’m sorry bitch 

Can’t explain what’s inside of me 
I might relapse 
Hopin my father is proud of me 
Back in the S-L-O-P-E , Servin D-O-P-E
Like
The only thing I have left to say is 
Fuck all you motherfuckers properly 
Probably, I’ll stick around to see the end of this 
Find out what the fuck is wrong me

Y’all got no money 
I go no time 
Doin so much I’m tryna survive 
Duckin the feds 
I’m duckin these sluts 
I’m doin these drugs 
I’m tryna survive

MO MONEY, MO PROBLEMS W ZZRADA (PROD. NVNBEATS x SLIXX)

What it means was written/produced and mastered by Kid Splinter

What it means (feat. ZAKADA)

BAD HABITS

UNDERDEATH
(Prod.SLIXX) 
(Prod.FOURTEENTH STREET JUNKIE)
all inquires slixxfromthepitts@gmail.com

MO MONEY, MO PROBLEMS W ZZRADA (PROD. NVNBEATS x SLIXX)

SLIXX (ig @slixx444)

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