[Lyrics]

Real rated R, man this life is not for toddlers
Wherever i went it was killers, never robbers
Watchin how we move the weight, they really spotters 
Long ass neck and the chop go rada rada
He thought we had butterfingers til we caught em
Gang strapped up like a suicide bomber
Pullin up, thugged out in a chevrolet impala
Open BB, she wan eat me, Jeffrey Dahmer 

Don’t ever lack, why these niggas takin chances
Smooth wit the stick, ima call it pole dancin 
I drew the shit wit the beam and u the canvas
Bitches, fakes, lames, never understand us
Bitch it’s a wrap like a gift, yk im Krampus
808s pick up the house like we in Kansas
Rather ya hands boy u can’t do verbal damage
Smokin on Danny, im feelin like a phantom 

Choppa gon sizzle a pig, bacon
Walk in the room and she get naked
Pull up all black is the fit, Satan
Fuck all dat stress bout a bitch, jaded 
All dat talkin dat u did, say it
Made a sandwich wit my fist, taste it
Up da choppa wit the blue beams, put it to his chest and call em Dick Grayson

This is a demon attack
Demons around when i open the pack
Don’t call me twin boy, don’t call me slatt
Cuz i hang wit the big dogs, u just a cat 
Pussy, bitch i wanna see you stack, rookie
2 shoes on the strands, goody
Mugen run it, leave ‘em flat, woody
Now ya homie rolled up, tootsie

Real rated R, man this life is not for toddlers
Wherever i went it was killers, never robbers
Watchin how we move the weight, they really spotters 
Long ass neck and the chop go rada rada
He thought we had butterfingers til we caught em
Gang strapped up like a suicide bomber
Pullin up, thugged out in a chevrolet impala
Open BB, she wan eat me, Jeffrey Dahmer

Real rated R, man this life is not for toddlers
Wherever i went it was killers, never robbers
Watchin how we move the weight, they really spotters 
Long ass neck and the chop go rada rada
He thought we had butterfingers til we caught em
Gang strapped up like a suicide bomber
Pullin up, thugged out in a chevrolet impala
Open BB, she wan eat me, Jeffrey Dahmer

Rated R [prod. cxshcam]

On Da Gang KILO x Monthew (HAPPY BIRTHAY GANG)

FEAT @quinnnnnnnn
PROD @quinnnnnnnn
COVER BY ME
quinns part was mixed by @souchu

SALEM HO TRIALS! (ft. ghost autumn) (p. ghost autumn)

Bless Up

(Let's go!) Aye, yes, yes
Woah, yes, yes
aye, yes yes

Look, baby boy been shining, now I got them diamonds (yes, yes)
All these hoes be lying, man, these bitches trifling (yes, yes)
Work in perfect timing, know a nigga grinding (yes, yes)
Yes, yes

Grinding just like I'm Sonic
Our love is strictly platonic
Hit it from the back, I pull on her tracks, got that hoe screaming in pentatonic
White girl speaking Ebonics
For me, bae, you gotta be honest (yeah, hoo)
I got the proof in the pudding, these niggas get shocked, leave my haters astonished (woo)

Nigga ain't spending no profits
Double G up on my feet when I'm walking
Burst her ballon, nigga, King Zane is poppin'
Throw out the key, got yo bitch hella locked in
Talked to my fans, and I told them "I'm dropping"
I wanted that shit, so I went ahead and copped it (I went ahead and copped it nigga, go get yo bands up!) Yes, yes

Baby boy been shining, now I got them diamonds (yes, yes)
All these hoes be lying, man, these bitches trifling (yes, yes)
Work in perfect timing, know a nigga grinding (yes, yes)
(been working out, been grinding  now) Yes, yes
Baby boy been shining, now I got them diamonds (yes, yes)
All these hoes be lying, man, these bitches trifling (yes, yes)
Work in perfect timing, know a nigga grinding (yes, yes)
Yes, yes

Hmmm? (I'm like, I'm like)
yes yes
Huhhh, I'm like yes, yes
I get paid up on the first, then cash them checks, check!
Wake up to the money, I'on have no breakfast
Hmmm, Yes, yes!
Hit it from the back, that bih she be like "Yes, yes!"
I'm an Outkast, nigga, King Zane's way to fresh fresh (yes yes yes)
Yes, yes!

Baby boy been shining, now I got them diamonds (yes, yes)
All these hoes be lying, man, these bitches trifling (yes, yes)
Work in perfect timing, know a nigga grinding (yes, yes)
(I'm grinding, I'm working) Yes, yes
Baby boy been shining, now I got them diamonds (yes, yes)
All these hoes be lying, man, these bitches trifling (yes, yes)
Work in perfect timing, know a nigga grinding (yes, yes)
Yes, yes

YES! YES!

YES! YES! (Prod. Screwstache)

U ft. lil arxanna (Prod. Backgroundbeat)

#cybersexfreestyle (ft.Greenchrist, Lockwood)

[Dedicated to those that are isolated and feel no one cares. People do. Reach out]
PROD. @AFTCEDKHITY
Lyrics:
It doesn't matter how poetic I can be
Turn my veins to ink & show the world I bleed
My genre, my skin made derogatory
And further, remind me that this country isn't for me
We've taken many shots, been left hanging, faced your ridicule
But rejection & abuse is all we get from you
You don't even like us but we're needed for an argument
My generation damned we ain't gon make parliament
And I'm knowing that the pride comes before the betterment
Just to keep the shit extending start to grab & twist sentiments
How much death, destruction and genocide?
Until we're left with nothing?
Is reasoning be applied?
Desperate for connection, wires getting tangled
The dream of fatherhood for me has turned to fables

I learned it don't matter what they got
Say I'm special when I'm really not
Ain't got no money they don't give a fuck
You ain't giving niggas what they want
Then my nigga know you out of luck
Keep it transactional with me homie

My life been spent playing both positions
Offense, Defense whatever for the mission
Everything a hollow victory, that's a given
I've been told I'm a gift, I don't stop giving even when I have nothing to hand out
And no matter what I can't stop living even if it's not in my hands now
Ain't nobody gon stop when a man down
You're living a lie and to me that's fine
But you cannot force me to see things through your eyes
If I chose to keep believing in you I'd probably commit suicide

I learned it don't matter what they got
Say I'm special when I'm really not
Ain't got no money they don't give a fuck
You ain't giving niggas what they want
Then my nigga know you out of luck
Keep it transactional with me homie

I'm having weird thoughts again
Yeah-Yeah
I feel I wanna talk again
Yeah-Yeah
Too bad for me I don't have real friends
I don't believe in love, I know I'll be used again

I learned it don't matter what they got
Say I'm special when I'm really not
Ain't got no money they don't give a fuck
You ain't giving niggas what they want
Then my nigga know you out of luck
Keep it transactional with me homie

Bless Up

MOSH (@moshlovesyou)

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