[VERSE I: Lil Cut Throat]
deaf addict
my mathematics you can't add up
so tragic
my baggage comes with no back up
breaking patterns like splitting atoms
it ain't happening
cycles spin
psychosis wins
the world spins on my motherfucking dick like a whirlwind
devilish sins
devilish grins
got motherfuckers like "here we go again"
this motherfucker scrim can never stop for nada
too toxic
send his ass off to the doctor
between the xanny and suboxone
lost cause lost hope
he a throw away
way too deep in this hole where he lay
lay me down to sleep
northside shorty ride curb on creep
northside shorty don't pray where he eat
but ey soon we'll see a soulja by the lake buried 6 feet deep
less stress on me
more profit for thee
middle finger poking out for everyone to come and see

[VERSE II: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
lately i been feeling brainwashed like my soul was rubbing against the grain
lost in the same sauce
i would complain but i'm wearing diamond chains
cost more than i care to explain
lately i been feeling out of character
bitch left because i embarrassed her
but everyday i be like 1000 fucking miles away
blowing dope
reminding myself i'm the boss of the GREY
boarding the plane
what the fuck is a holiday?
dreaming through the day
what were you saying?
my mistake
fleeting attention
screenshots and mentions
wish i still had an away message
forever stressing
live a life in a day
this a day in the life
i'm still the fucking same
covered in spots not stripes
from broke to fucking paid this the GREY*59
suicide for life
rep it til i fucking die

Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

UGLIEST

[VERSE I: Yung Christ]
i got the glock in my yoga pants
fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
swanging that K in an open stance
loaded from smoking that opium
stain a lil boy in the clothes he's in
all of my walls they closing in
5150
they tryna come get me
just minding my business and moseying
matte black
smoking packs
panic attacks back to back
xanax on my lap debating 
should i relapse?
but back to the hoe i was talking bout
i just wanna put it up in her mouth
pimping up in my blood
wassup cuz?
thuggin that dirty south
four letter
two numbers bitch
GREY*59
three fingers in the air
main bitch by my side
slicky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter
young jesus with them forgi wheels
don't walk he drive on water
anytime, anyplace
any hood, any state
good til i fucking ain't
woods to the fucking face
riding with my baby Sage
lines on expensive plates
tears on my diamond chains
stoic never looking phased
poet when i'm spitting game
show me how that pussy shaved
dosage climbing with my shame
mama crying for my pain
will they ever understand?
can i even help my dad?
money fucking up my fam
giving until there's nothing left
pulling up in that latest "damn!"
chopper stay on me 
don't need no hands
prefer to be lonely 
don't need no friends
hoe we just fucking i don't date fans
i'm with my cousin and talking plans
went to my hood and copped some land
blowing through my money like democrats
2 step on the IRS fuck a tax



[VERSE II: Romeo da Black Rose]
why the fuck you look to me for help?
there ain't an ace in the cards i was dealt
i'm 31
still don't know how to take care of myself
honestly i'm scared that i might melt
leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
maybe in the next life i'll come back as a nice belt
i don't know
there's a fine line between me and you
the biggest difference is i'll snort that shit and prolly puke
dodge and juke all the bullshit yall try and put me through
but i'm shining
babygirl wylin
catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
palm starts to sweat by the way i'm gripping my 9
yeah i'm always on my toes but i'm still the same height
standing tall over my grave
make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
i can't put 'em on my wall that shit just ain't my taste
lil shawty wanna marry me
i said "you're better off in debt"
if it didn't work out, baby, i'd be real hard to forget
germans whips and private jets
private beaches to access
fuck on me, baby
i'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat
i ride for my family that's GREY*59
try and be all i can be and not waste my time
on the brink of insanity
i can't make up my mind
yeah i battle my vanite and think i'm blind

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~lyrics~ 

i been so afraid of fallin in love 

i live my days in fear so i do my drugs 

anxiety be runnin me for marathons 

i promise that i care, just leave me alone 

i know that you love me and i wish i could

i know i needa stop but the pills they won

i tried it wasn’t worth, im back off the drugs 

im back off the drugs 


i been on my own i been moving slow

i been sippin on a well n sniffing the blow

i might feel alone everywhere i go

i might do a show just for me alone 

everytime she call i just put down my phone 

everytime she wanna talk i just close the door 

i know that im toxic and for that im sure 

im just scared of lovin like i did before 

im just scared of trusting they want somethin more 

anytime i did it was a lie for sure 

drugged n tried to fuck me up i hit the door 

so bae don’t act confused when i don’t say more 

so bae don’t act confused when i don’t say more 


i been so afraid of fallin in love 

i live my days in fear so i do my drugs 

anxiety be runnin me for marathons 

i promise that i care, just leave me alone 

i know that you love me and i wish i could

i know i needa stop but the pills they won

i tried it wasn’t worth, im back off the drugs 

im back off the drugs

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YUNGDEATHLILLIFE

[VERSE I: RAINDROP WALKA]

another day waiting for death
everyday that i waste on my list of regrets
so i tell myself "it's okay. day after next we'll make all these arrangements to change. you can better yourself."
i know i'm wasting my breath as i inhale
i know i'm escaping my death as i inhale
i can't recall why i'm suffocating
my lungs are failing

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets
cold weather
all alone
Blackness
grey air, just snow
Feelings low
being followed by crows
call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight
Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
Baby, let me decompose
Never names said more shade spit
I'ma see you one day, that’s a promise

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Produced by Mikey The Magician
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Ima down south florida boi 
aint goin back to hollywood
from da gutter to yo guts 
let me ignite da firewood 
still I roll slow in da chevy donk
never forget where I rose up from 
spit on my face get rid of my funds 
and who am I 
just another guy 
stuck in desperation 
lookin at da ceiling fan  
spinning around 
havin a panic attack 
I dont pop no pills cause it dont to take the pain away from me
I dont crack no seals cause it done took the gang away from me 
I been known to pimp a hoe 
got dirty loafers on my feet 
bitch you got me mesmerized them thighs the size of me lemme slide inside yo body beef bitch I got my chain on ain't a thang wrong with a broken frozen wrist
them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won't fade away another day I piss away another day don't go my way
another hoe gon look my way
looking for a paper chase 
but bitch im not da one so get your comfort from another 
everything I did is crumblin beneath my feet im feelin lonely feelin like im only stuck with memories 
take me back to what I was 
take away what I've become
take away the grayer days
take da bullet out my brain
take my dick 
out yo mouth an let me be myself 
I wonder what da people around me think about me back to my shady ways I go pack da gat and let it blow
just let my lover brother mother sisters father know I love em
mikey I told told you we was gon be somethin 
look at us now cause now we buzzin pressin buttons diamonds dancin by da dozen 
nick I told you we would rise from nothin 
look at the way they look at me now
rich forever blowing money til I'm senile
I got addicted to the money as I fell inside a hole 
the cries and crowd get louder 
the deeper that I go 
nobody know what I been doing 
tell myself I hate myself i can't control the cards I'm dealt 
I spent a lot time alone inside my room 
thinkin about what I do if I knew you was on the fence about me too 
bitch
I crash da whip an hit a bitch 
an almost killed da bitch
an now im back in da caddilc with that black pistol grip 
the AC dont work an im feelin like I was kid again feelin like I wasnt 
getting in 
with da cooler kids 
how the fuck can I get out of this funk
If I dieee
you cryyy
then move onnn 
the next dayy
Im ill advised 
fuck you bitch 
you cant even look me in my eyes

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Inspiration from the past
Born March 17, 2002
Est.2016
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