PROD. ME

LYRICS:

Y'ALL TRY TO TELL ME WHAT TO WRITE AS IF I GIVE A FUCK
Y'ALL MAKE ME SICK I THINK I'M FINISHED FUCKING PUTTIN' UP
COME PULL Y'ALL CHAINS OUT, TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK I'M 'BOUT
AND TELL Y'ALL FRIENDS TO KEEP IT PUSHING ON Y'ALL WAY OUT

BITCH ARE YOU STUPID I'M A MOTHERFUCKING GENIUS
SHIT GOT ME THINKING LIKE THEY NEVER KILLED JESUS
AND EVERY DAY THAT I'M ALIVE IMA STAY RICH
SHUT THE FUCK UP THEY COULD NEVER FIND ME BITCH

I NEED MY ONES I BEEN PATIENT
I WISH YOU LUCK, KEEP LOOKING FOR MY REPLACEMENT 
AND THEN YOU FUCKED IF YOU EVER GET COMPLACENT
I'M DOWN TO WORK UNTIL I DIE OR I MADE IT

COME PUT MORE MONEY ON MY TABLE IF YOU LIKE ME
DON'T TRIP ON ME BECAUSE Y'ALL BITCHES WANNA WRITE ME
COME GET Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKING MONEY OFF MY NECK BITCH
TOO LIT SECURITY DON'T MAKE MY PEOPLE RESTLESS

THAT MOTHERFUCKER BUGGIN' OUT I GET MY * OUT
DON'T CALL MY PHONE BECAUSE YOU FOUND OUT I GOT MONEY NOW
I'M SCREAMING WHAT THE FUCK YOU PEOPLE REALLY KNOW ABOUT
MY DAY TO DAY THEY FUCKING PAY ME JUST TO FUCK AROUND

SICK

PROD. @jamesgorczyca1

THIS WHAT YOU GET
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY MAMA
THIS WHAT YOU RAISED
I'MA THROW MY LIFE AWAY
I'MA KILL MYSELF ONE DAY
I'MA KILL MYSELF ONE DAY
THAT'S OKAY
I GOTTA FANTASIZE BOUT SUM
I JUST LIVE FOR THE EXCITE
I DON'T WANNA TAKE A BREAK
I DON'T WANNA EXERCISE
AND ALL THESE NEVER WANTS PILE IN MY MIND
MAYBE I'M BETTER OFF DYIN' IN THE LIGHT
THAT'S ALRIGHT
I WON'T PLAY THE VICTIM
I WORK ALL DAY TO GET SUM
I THINK I NEED A PICK UP
I'M SELFISH AND VINDICTIVE
AND NOW MY WORK IS OVER
AND I'M UP ON THE POSTER
I LEAVE THE CHILDREN BROKEN
NOW THEY AIN'T EVER SOBER
INTERNET IS BLEEDING THRU MY EYES
I WANNA BE LIKE YOU, I'M BLEEDING OUT MY ARMS
GET SOME MONEY THEN WE GOIN' UP TO MARS
FOR SOME HAPPINESS, IT'S CLOSE, BUT NO CIGAR
GETTIN' REST
I WON'T EVER SEE YOUR FACES AGAIN
SHOUTOUT FRIENDS
THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S UP IN MY HEAD
WHAT'S THE POINT
IF EVERY SINGLE TIME I WAKE UP ANNOYED
I'M IN THE VOID
FLOAT AWAY, IT SOUNDS LIKE SUM I'D ENJOY
CLOSER TO MY HEART
OPEN MY CHEST WITH A BRICK
GOT SO MANY GIFTS
BUT MY PASSION DON'T WANT TO STICK
TAKE ME OFF THE SONG MY FRIEND
JUST TAKE ME OUT THE MIX
YOU CANNOT FIX SOMETHING
THAT DOES NOT WANT TO BE FIXED
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP

KILL YOURSELF (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

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PROD. @wendigowendigo

lineup:
EDDISON @954edd
MKULTRA @mkultraproductions
BRUHMANEGOD @bruhmanegoddd

CHARGE (PROD. WENDIGO)

SHOUTOUT ICP

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

Think before I speak, uh huh
No practice ‘fore I preach, uh huh
Ion stream, I’m bumping leaks, uh huh
I’m geeked up in my seat
I’m up all night, I’m up all week, uh huh
Your sleep is for the weak, uh huh
Blue light come out my screen, uh huh
I post before I eat, uh huh

Like bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit in me
Life too short for misery
Living on my twitter feed
I’m dmt and ketamine
Serotonin, dopamine
There really is no hope for me
But ain’t that how it’s supposed to be
The algorithm’s broken me
That’s all I got
These thoughts don’t do nothing but just stir inside the pot
Too many opinions, they just bring my brain rot
Eggs all in a basket, eventually become a
Bird brain

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

bird brain (prod. shaggy the airhead of ICP)

PHONK prod. painhunter

How we live

How we live (Freestyle)

M30S

ODD  (w/ FL.VCO)

LYRICS:
grew up 
in a place
they compared it to hell
either you 
die where you born
or you going to jail
the people stupid
feel like jesus with no
cross and a nail
cuz ima die a fucking 
martyr 
i’m not destined to fail
old friends
turn strange 
but life super different
left home and came
to cali
made it with no assistance 
no money no clothes
just a kid with a vision 
no call no text 
bet fuck your existence 

i’m going up and you hitting me 
i’d
rather go work than do diddily
i
see that you call it’s offending me
might 
cut of the head of my enemies
bye 
all of the different faces look at the places that we made it
all that they want is a placement nigga i’m faded feeling jaded 
i will never fake it i see the bag and im gonna take it
feeding the ones i love and then i fade away adjacent 
i’m 
a sick nigga 
i’m destined to be a rich nigga 
living happy
with friends 
at the abyss nigga

what do you see
when you look at me
see me through a screen
you ain’t seen what i seen
you can’t believe what i think
it’s time to bleed at the sink
watch it all go down
it’s hard to breathe when i drink 

oh destiny
in the mirror asking god
to take the stress from me
and i don’t even believe 
but life is testing me
id take a bullet to the brain
to give the best of me

and every rapper a drug lord
with six guns
meanwhile i’m using my voice
to make ya bitch cum
working just to make shit happen
under the twin suns
hoppin in the hummer the punisher 
like i’m big pun 
go to the show and they tryna take a photo
stuck in this reality like being in a snow globe 
remember back in 2011 when it was yolo? 
skeleton boy died twice 
that’s on the low though 

if i die young i’m dying for the shit that i love
hope the spirits give me mercy face down on a rug
tell mike j i had to get away from the dust 
that’s prolly better than my body being left in a trunk  yeah i aint a role model
only here because i didnt listen
yo favorite rapper give me listens 
while he sneak dissing
he just a irritant like burrning
shitting cumming and pissing
i hate the rest of you niggas
i know ill never fit in



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