this song will feed generations🔥🔥🔥☯️☯️☯️

Just turned this shit up in the trap, shawty couldn’t stop throwing it back. Straight up fire brother man!

HELLA SLOP [W/ KOKO X BIG DOM] [PROD. KIDx]

DISNEY [W/ HYBRID X KOKO] [PROD. NXTTY]

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)

GUERSCHON YABUSELE [W/ GYOTIS] [PROD. FONY WALLACE X TAURS]

i treat writing raps like im programming apps im coding shit,
i could try some acid or some xanax (facts) or both of them
i can handle tabs i see the bandersnatch encroachin in
pull the panels back i know you cant hold back but dont give in 
all of my synapses turned to candle wax, i slowly swim
pray my mind relax i've learned it cant, alas i roll the spliff  ..................................................
smoke a santa sack, the future and the past the only gifts 
oh yeah and the gab, aint no one hand me that i chose the shit
i wrote this and established im the man who have the coldest spit
brought mo than zips of gas you match with grams how we gon smoke this shit
sammy sosa shit got so much dope im going home with it
hardest known to spit i had a boner when i wrote this shit
pop up on ya bitch n lay it on her she wan hold this dick 
she say holy shit, i already told her get ahold of it  
she got explosiveness, she like a soldier, shawty blowing shit 
boomers show me shit thats in my soul n im decoding it


i treat writing raps like im programming apps im coding shit
i only drop the coldest shit dont cap then tryn j cole the shit
ion hit bongs noo more these spliffs just happen to be what im smoking with
nectar hits my throat is itchy dabbin so im sposed to get
mega blitzed but no i sit and ask where went my oldest friend 
cannabis he never visits tolerance is holding him
ignorance is evident i obviously should slow a bit
call yo local city politicians you dont know them bitches
if you did who gives a shit they literally dont control the shit
you listening but bitch im blossoming your flow is growing thin
my issue is with them who talking and they know they dont do shit
the distance is too vast from yall i get in my bag of flows and spit,
shit bounce like dribblin basketballs, you get it i have control of it 
im on the ritalin after all give a riddle to yall like a troll on a bridge 
duetti hit me for the masters im in a pickle so i ardy sold the shit
ill spend it on slinging the hash wit scotty i slash the profit we both get rich

when i be writing raps i get so technical, the flow is sick
i be boasting shit ill get a technical my coach is pissedx
could barely hold this bitch i call it tekken cuz the pole got kick 
they always told the kid but he's a skeptic he don't know the risk 
yall so comatose just keep on resting, youll get woke with this
im tryna blow ill go and get arrested yall repost the pic 
shawty a hoe he know that shit he stressing n dont wan post the bitch
my bitch pose she know she thick, she better than yo's this hoe's a glitch

i treat writing raps like im programming apps im coding shit,
i could try some acid or some xanax (facts) or both of them
i can handle tabs i see the bandersnatch encroachin in
pull the panels back i know you cant hold back but dont give in 
all of my synapses turned to candle wax, i slowly swim
pray my mind relax i've learned it cant, alas i roll the spliff  
smoke a santa sack, the future and the past the only gifts 
oh yeah and the gab, aint no one hand me that i chose the shit

BANDERSNATCH [PROD. NXTTY]

cover by @allsoulthegoat.art

always up to something
fuck a police i pay my lease so imma bump shit
come get close to me you cowardly i know you duckin
you dont know a thing, how you think is just reductive
done got so much streams my money stretching like a ducks dick
got a whole regime and what u flexin with like one stick?
i live with hope not even one regret gon hit me once its finished
always keep some trust whats next is what i wanted 

me and brokie 2 stars but more than hardly wanted
you wanna own a new car then go work hard and punch in 
or make a flow thats stupid hard could write the bar or punch-in
i was only doing carts so i was hardly pungent
but now im closer to a fart we at the park repugnant
had smoke from the start was keeping parker plugged in 
had so many carts they on a cart when lugged in
been w homie since the start when life is hard you want a friend that really gets you

happy to assist you 
have a tab or 2 and to the moon i now ascend to 
you bet a hunnid i wont do it and ill soon attempt to
dig a hole its just for you its what i knew would tempt you 
not my homie you a mutual but you pretend to
up the pole and bullets cover you like how a tent do
kept on buggin out when doin shrooms like how i tend to 
left another doubter with a wound he boutta tend to 

could make a hunnid thousand out the blue if you intend to
say its too intense, you get sent to out the venue cuz you a stupid bitch
you do what ya friends do but what would you have did?
you'd've been the one who bitchin bout a bunch of stupid shit
all this ludacris that you been spittin isnt provin anything
you knew to this its cool i get it you improvin quick
you a joke you doin impressions its a stupid bit
shteppi get to steppin you just said you need a boot to lick

BOOT2LICK [W/ ISSBROKIE] [PROD. FONY WALLACE X CADENBOBADEN]

POT OF GREED (PROD. FREEQUENZY)

HEARD OF ME (PROD. BUCKX2)

FEED X3 W/ D!E PERRY & MTLFCE •PROD• D!E PERRY

BUST YO TEMPLE [PROD @DIEPERRY+ OPIODSINCLUDED]

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]

save our souls / sons of socrates ☯︎

let him that would move the world first move himself

GUERSCHON YABUSELE [W/ GYOTIS] [PROD. FONY WALLACE X TAURS]

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