headz will roll [all plats]

gelato

(prod. reapcamron x mxrt4lity)
mixed by: reapcamron

lyrics:
uh, i need a bad bitch w fangs to suck my dick yuh
put some use to em lips
ye yk im a big big tippa, huh
ye money only thing i live for, euwh

my brudda smokin by the pound
like he in hiroshima
real japanese lil bitches
fuckin me up so vicious
they said im not ban so i lift em
i turn ya manz to a victim
call up my brudda to hit em
i drag yo body in river
when i throw out the trash ion liter
shoutout my niggas ye cam
you can put inna film

yea yuh limb, limb for limb
yeah my heart is tint yuh
bitch from argntna
uh, and i sit in my bed nd ye watch aaliyah

all of these drugs gotta go on a cleanse
uh yeah, hadda get a bitch in france
uh yeah, shroom put me inna trance
uh yeah, and she bi yea but she not trans
yea, bi herself w no man
i a never switch on my manz
swear dis shit be so lame
nd my nigga he playn the game

nd i bend the air jus like aang
yea yk i keep dat cane
ye, the cane issa chop
nd we paid w no college
swear dis shi jus not a hobby
workn to hard to jus stop yuh
suckin ma dick she a real mop
baba she a treesha, huh

yuh, play w the gng get floppeduh
swear the bando in the swampuh
yea, white bitch built like kopf, uh
nd my money shi grow like cropsuh

kno sum niggas i hadda x em out
nd ma bank account got a large amount
nd im in ya ear like a waspuh
nd in the end i make em swapuh

uh, ye im the top don ye the top
only language speak is guap
kno some niggas that be serving rocks
and yo cherry cherry get it pop
nd a nanananararara
it go fa fa bust a cap
and yo racks dont hit im on top yuh

yuh,yuh,yuh,yuh, ye we know we trending topic
na,na,na,na, smokin dope like a rasta
euw,euw,euw,euw, pray to God ion pray to Jah
na,na,na,na, nd i neva not no had no job

yea yuh limb, limb for limb
yeah my heart is tint yuh
bitch from argntna
uh, and i sit in my bed nd ye watch aaliyah

all of these drugs gotta go on a cleanse
uh yeah, hadda get a bitch in france
uh yeah, shroom put me inna trance
uh yeah, and she bi yea but she not trans
yea, bi herself w no man
i a never switch on my manz
swear dis shit be so lame
nd my nigga he playn the game

nd i bend the air jus like aang

argntna [all plats]

prod. reapcamron
mixed by reapcamron
lyrics:
glove on the hand, no fingerprint
the money i spent, i put in my fit
kno im da man, ik im him
u can get scammed, yea w a swipe
yea dat my gang yea apostles
17 yrs old but i still fuck on models
put a stick on dat nigga ye ye if he talkin
hear dat brrrraa so u kno dat we pop em
finna take dis pretty lil bitch yea shoppin
yeah, hit me up when u in boston
my lil smart bitch she from harvard 
make a point like a hollow
smokin strawberry gelato
and the mask stay on yea bitch like a hollow
and i been gettin money now bitches they follow
im finna shoot everybody he talk to

for the record its not me im imposta
we finna tag team if she bout it
back den i was needin and den i was robbin
now i rock gallery department
me and my niggas we onto, em
wantin me, bitch dats impossible
yea if u love me den cop it
yo manz body im tossin

marni my pants and marni my top
had an od i saw his mouth frothing
kno i need bread so im finna lock in
cookin up ribeye yea like hibachi
bitch im in florida yea see the palm tree
they say i gotta ego, they say that im cocky 
and i jus booted up yeah i feel like a zombie
niggas done made it a habit to copy
dat bitch decided today she gon top me
tryin again nd again to jus stop me
kno i had waves ye yea like tsunami
and im rich asf finna go abu-dhabi
im from new york yea the jungle the concrete
wanna do shi like me they strugglin drownin
 and its water my feet when i walk see the droplets
bouta make it a scene cuz i made it my hobby

glove on the hand, no fingerprint
the money i spent, i put in my fit
kno im da man, ik im him
u can get scammed, yea w a swipe
yea dat my gang yea apostles
17 yrs old but i still fuck on models
put a stick on dat nigga ye ye if he talkin
hear dat brrrraa so u kno dat we pop em
finna take dis pretty lil bitch yea shoppin
yeah, hit me up when u in boston
my lil smart bitch she from harvard 
make a point like a hollow
smokin strawberry gelato
and the mask stay on yea bitch like a hollow
and i been gettin money now bitches they follow
im finna shoot everybody he talk to

apostles [all plats]

produced by: cloud and cymric
lyrics by: cubanlink

Im a steppa, I got me sum stepees
No these niggas can neva be me
And I take me a hit of the stiizy
Blowin, get high like a bumblebee
And the whip metallic, ye it cost a fee
Used to walk down, now we slide in a humvee
Off of the opp back feelin bubbly
And I can neva catch diseases
Get a bag every season
Work hard, I don't depend
Bad bitch and im deep in ha
We gettin motion like a damn propeller
If im in the U.K then yo body get severed
I got stage fright, can't perform at Coachella
Get to the rackiez get the to cheddar yea

She wanna talk to the nigga wont let ha, yea
We never fall off yea never ever

top don

hi, as hell.

God's right hand (psychotherapy II)

deus

produced by: reapcamron

lyrics: 

(dis a reapcamron beat) 

Huh, there ain’t much to say bitch I’m high
This is a brand new whip, lil bitch I told valet to put it inside 
Feel like a vamp lil bitch except I don’t need no invite 
I can’t trust these hoes so I keep ‘em on the side
Do you know how it feel to have no one by yo side
She tryna take sum E yea jus cuz she tryna get high
I’m finna go to soho spend a bag just to look fly
I ain’t cuffing these hoes i’m not tryna waste my time
And I know this my year but i’m tryna take my time
They’d take yo life just for some dolla signs
I ain’t see shit yeah yo honor i’m blind
Yeah i’m phyrlss cuz my grip on that iron
Now they want take all my

Now they want take all my
Now they want take all my
Now they want take all my might 
And my back pocket got that flrr there ain’t no fight 
Yeah my nigga coming w that grr yea jus say bye
Just stay on yo side
You is not one of dem guys
Tryna elevate yeah get fried, yo
They tryna delegate my demise, no
She like my flow
Grew out my hair got a fro yea
Buddy’ll give u a toe tag 
She like stones, yea like topaz
Emo bitch doing witchcraft
She a thot yea i know that
We gon pull up in dat all black 

Huh, there ain’t much to say bitch I’m high
This is a brand new whip, lil bitch I told valet to put it inside 
Feel like a vamp lil bitch except I don’t need no invite 
I can’t trust these hoes so I keep ‘em on the side
Do you know how it feel to have no one by yo side
She tryna take sum E yea jus cuz she tryna get high
I’m finna go to soho spend a bag just to look fly
I ain’t cuffing these hoes i’m not tryna waste my time
And I know this my year but i’m tryna take my time
They’d take yo life just for some dolla signs
I ain’t see shit yeah yo honor i’m blind
Yeah i’m phyrlss cuz my grip on that iron
Now they want take all my

all my

produced by: lampp

lyrics:

Yeah, it’s time to tap in 
I don’t give a fuck 
About what’s happenin
I’m just tryna do damage 
Carnivore like lycan
That bitch so enticing
Transform like a titan
I need that in writing
Off the shroom, outstanding

Off the shroom, still blammin 
Tap in huh- Told that bitch just come and pull up on me 
I said sorry to the Lord but I’m a sinner homie
Light that lil boy up he finna meet his homie
Nigga got extendo mags we go nd tote dat 40
Hunna hittas they’ll hit ya, in ya liga-
They do it for figures
I’m the Top Don nigga

T-O-P D-O-N
I can call my shooter come right now yeah on demand
I got plenty drillers cut ya down
Wow
Wow
Uh Wow

Yeah, it’s time to tap in 
I don’t give a fuck 
About what’s happenin
I’m just tryna do damage 
Carnivore like lycan
That bitch so enticing
Transform like a titan
I need that in writing
Off the shroom, outstanding

top don II

produced by: lampp

lyrics:

Yeah Ima baptist on dis track, i’m finna bless ur ears
I’m like a prophet, I know 2023 gon be my year 
Dis that prophecy yea this that spoken word yeah for my people
Used to play the P-4
Now i’m playin these hoes

See them thru the peephole
I only fw my people
Nigga ain’t grind for nun, yo life a cheat code
They be like how many grams u put in it, I said cinco

Yeah- Neck- Froze- Yeah- Fri- O

Momma said don’t play w fye, i play w torch
I just told my nigga you gon get awarded yuh
If i call 730 they gon put me in a ward
But i plead the fifth your honor idk that boy
Used to play w toys yeah now i play w toys 
Bitch i’m tryna blaze the blizzy yeah nigga bring the torch
Nigga i need information, do not make me torture

I can get it if i wanna
I can get it if i wanna
I can get it if i wanna

Yeah Ima baptist on dis track, i’m finna bless ur ears
I’m like a prophet, I know 2023 gon be my year 
Dis that prophecy yea this that spoken word yeah for my people
Used to play the P-4
Now i’m playin these hoes

See them thru the peephole
I only fw my people
Nigga ain’t grind for nun, yo life a cheat code
They be like how many grams u put in it, I said cinco

Yeah- Froze-

the prophetic word

the reverend

produced by kirk & ali
performed by cubanlink

rendition

produced by: pantheon (charkk + otasy)
performed by: cubanlink

resonate w the dead

produced by: pantheon [woenen]
performed by: spokenscriptures

semmeterry

produced by: 1900jrd and woenen


lyrics:

ima treat the hoe jus like a hoe
ima treat my bro like my bro
treat the gang like the gang
pantheon be the
pantheon be the
pantheon be the
pantheon be the
pantheon be the
used to be with her
till she changed on me
i can blow ur brains homie
know some niggas that will kill for me
bitch i’m grinding for dis shit, 
yea my niggas stay hungry
if u my opponent, ima make sure dat u gone

finna hit yo chromodome 
break down yo chromosomes
my niggas stay w a dragon
under the mattress
under the mattress

pantheon
chroma-chroma…
dra…

under the. mattress.

produced by: lampp - high ranking officer
performed by: spokenscriptures 

lyrics:
bitch im baked jus like sum cookie batter
bitchim fried jus like a plantin platter
hi-tech sipper ok high-tech his bladder
bitch we bad so we protect the badDer.
we the baddest oF dem all
bitch im-bitch im  sspeakin scriptures like a psalm
this a prophecy aBout. when i met God

i seen the devil
i know the deViL
knew him 4..\

cougfh cough coughh

bitch im back and im a better man
he got aNts in his pants, way a nigga dance
they sum rats they sum clowns, we gon get backc
said she got my back
fukk dat bitch wont need ha
ebony, moniqua
gobble dic like seagull
speakin 4 my people
could sayy im a leader
could say im a teacher
but im more like.. preacehr

bitch im baked jus like sum cookie batter
bitchim fried jus like a plantin platter
hi-tech sipper ok high-tech his bladder
bitch we bad so we protect the badDer.
we the baddest oF dem all
bitch im-bitch im  sspeakin scriptures like a psalm
this a prophecy aBout. when i met God

i seen the devil
i know the deViL
knew him 4..\

cougfh cough

the eNd. 🎧🖤

coookie batterr

produced by: woenen
performed by: spokenscriptures

pantheon shit

dis la vérité [all plats]

produced by 1900jrd and riothill
performed by spokenscriptures

jus do me.

ęlysium with lampp

schlow down

heal dis pain

official business

Panthęon

Yeah
Im the Top Don, money making nigga in this muhthafucka
Yeah
I got racks don't give a fuck about what pussy niggas plotting on me
Yeah
Bitch Im high as hell Im smoking way more gas than any muhthafucka
Yeah
To y'all disrespectful, hungry niggas fuck y'all people fuck yo sisters

Fuck yo people
For my folks yeah thats the only reason
Everything I do too easy
Can't text you back cuz Im too busy
Fuck it, I might commit treason
For my niggas thats mistreated
Bitch I bleed yea what you bleeding
Bitch Im feeling what you feeling

Fuck it I'll do all the killing
I know what yo body need
I got what yo body need
But just come here
Come here please me

Geeked as fuck, what Im seeing is so beautiful
Free my plug, Ill take care of you like cuticles
Niggas fake like unicorn
Don't come up short like leprechaun
Fuck my teachers, prove them wrong
Fuck em niggas, prove them wrong
And yea she say yea this her favorite song
Miami, Miami

Yeah
Im the Top Don, money making nigga in this muhthafucka
Yeah
I got racks don't give a fuck about what pussy niggas plotting on me
Yeah
Bitch Im high as hell Im smoking way more gas than any muhthafucka
Yeah
To y'all disrespectful, hungry niggas fuck y'all people fuck yo sisters

Fuck yo people

tour de force

Welcome to the afterlife
Pantheon

Bitch I'm smoking skittles
It's way better than the runts
This why I like weed
Yea its way better on the lungs
Bitch I speak the scripture yeah I speak the Book of John
Yea bitch this a prophecy about when I met God
Im the Top Don
Im the nigga in charge yea
Better not try sum
My niggas carry arms yea

That bitch sip Patron
Told her lets go home
Great day for the shrooms yuh
Fuck the moon up
Do this for my people
Yea for my two sons
I will never sell my soul
Can you prove huh

I will never break the code
Murcielago take a nigga soul
Im a reaper of some sort
Think thats why I carry this sword
Think its why Im fucking these whores
Big black nigga but my hair not coarse
Cut it off yea at the source
Pussy niggas tryna know my source

Bitch I talk to God I talk to the Lord
If I talk to police I cover up my story like contour
Bitch I used to rob the stores
Came back home and told my bro we hit a score
They don't know us yea yea we a quiet storm
808s sound like thunder, break the floor
Man them niggas way so under yea they torn
Yea bitch Im a world wonder and Im touring

dirty, my soul

Bitch I'm with my german niggas cooking up like methamphetamine yeah
Fell down to my knees, when I heard my bro deceased
Yeah but I'm bout cheese, Yeah I'm bout my paper
Hmm might get a taper, Trench coat look like blazer

Yea I'm in blue, but I don't carry a taser
Nah I don't lose, Yeah I'm tired of counting favors
One nigga touch my brotha I'm letting em have it
Yuh one nigga touch my sister Im wreaking havoc

Yuh one nigga touch my fam they finna visit the graveyard
They think I'm a dick or sum they always say I'm hard
Bitch I'm finna flex sum yuh
Welcome to the scriptorium yah(Welcome to the scriptorium yah)

Bitch I roll my eyes
Bitch I roll my eyes
Bitch I roll my eyes yea
Bitch I roll my eyes

Uh, woa, yah, yah, no, no, no, no
Panthęon

Bitch I'm with my german niggas cooking up like methamphetamine yeah
Fell down to my knees, when I heard my bro deceased
Yeah but I'm bout cheese, Yeah I'm bout my paper
Hmm might get a taper, Trench coat look like blazer

Yea I'm in blue, but I don't carry a taser
Nah I don't lose, Yeah I'm tired of counting favors
One nigga touch my brotha I'm letting em have it
Yuh one nigga touch my sister Im wreaking havoc

chaos anrichten

Pantheon

This the definition of the future
Yeah the future generation,
Leader of many nations
When you listen to this shit you go into a trance
They worry bout the new presidents,
But I'm counting bands yea

No one in my lane yuh
No one in my lane yuh
Yea no they not in my frame yuh
Pay them no attention
Yeah bitch this pantheon
I made this shit from the ground up
They always hate on niggas that got power
In a sticky situation Ill choose yuh

We bumping cubanlink yea nigga fuck the blues
We bumping cubanlink man nigga fuck the views
No I wont sell my soul to yuh
No I wont sell my soul to you

Panthęon

This the definition of the future
Yeah the future generation,
Leader of many nations
When you listen to this shit you go into a trance
They worry bout the new presidents,
But I'm counting bands yea

No one in my lane yuh
No one in my lane yuh

bösendorfer

So many things to remember
The ghosts from my past know where to find me
I don't sleep well contained in these four walls

Pantheon

It's time to do this shit properly
Smoking on gas ain't no collard greens
Spoken scriptures get on top of me,
Last thing your girlfriend said to me
Take it to trial nigga
I aint settling
Know you a fraud nigga
How could you be better than me

Bitch It's spoken scriptures bitch I speak the truth
I speak in prophecy I speak in verses too
I'm like a God to me
They talking down on me
Take them down pronto
I don't smoke Fronto
Don't repeat the cycle
I need therapy, psycho

Hello cuban meet your foe
Its amusing yes I know
Said that Im crying bitch Im dying yea you know
Fuck being born rich Im dying rich I know
I wont abort this yeah my mission on earth
This not your turf
Not even your turn

It's time to do this shit properly
Smoking on gas ain't no collard greens
Spoken scriptures get on top of me,
Last thing your girlfriend said to me
Take it to trial nigga
I aint settling
Know you a fraud nigga
How could you be better than me

Bitch It's spoken scriptures bitch I speak the truth
I speak in prophecy I speak in verses too
I'm like a God to me
They talking down on me
Take them down pronto
I don't smo-

pas de deux

"As I was going up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he would go away"

I, I, I
I, I, I repent

My sins haunt me
My sins haunt me

Atone, Atone, Atone
Atone, Atone, Atone

panthęon with lampp

money molesta

just a place for me to release my pent-up emotions in an artistic and creative way, sing along if u relate

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