EGO LIFT (ON ALL PLATFORMS)

Clean On Tha Outside

@suicideinsincity @suicideinsincity @suicideinsincity

$HEEPDAH$LEEPER:

Wake up in the mornin feel like I just wanna commit crimes.
Murderous intentions everytime I spit a rhyme.

Wake up in the morning, wit the plan to wreak the havoc.
Spray the block up wit da mac 10, drop the bodies on the tarmac.
Know $leeper won't negotiate, you sleep on me, the reaper wake.
He'll chop you down just like a steak and leave yo corpse hung on a stake.
Murderous intentions, got mags on mags extended.
The bullets fly, expended. When the blood go spill it's splendid.
Tha massacre is regular, the bitches in my sights.
Spray the whole, damn clique, till the pussies see the lights.

$INCITY$UICIDE:

Might just buck a patek, if i fold im in a padded
Been knew that my bitch bad but she can be dramatic,
got these 10's all around me but id rather hit the fent,
you aint talkin mass cash, dont come talkin uot yo neck,
come correct, ima hit the fent, boy my high deadly,
get a check, i just copped a grip and threw it on my neck,
get a bag, come up off that shit im known for disrespect,
that hoe bad, i just got a check and threw it on my neck

$HEEPDAH$LEEPER:

Wake up in the mornin feel like I just wanna commit crimes.
Murderous intentions everytime I spit a rhyme.

COMMIT CRIMES (Reimagined) w/ $INCITY$UICIDE

On Tha Floor

@clevamane @clevamane @clevamane

$HEEPDAH$LEEPER:
You know you fuckin wit a real one, If you buck then say wassup.
The whip ride lower, smokin on clover, Off my high you bustas best backup.
The $leeper on a mission, got lil time to get my grip in.
Grape drippin, in that purple hoe, you trip you out dat door.

But I got my own issues, I tend to overthink.
Even tho im icin' on these bitches, rings and silver link.
Got too many thoughts that wanna talk, I'm pressed up to the brink.
Never mind these bitches talkin shit, I'll link up with a bond. Cus you-

Clevamane:
Come in way too clean the way I whip the Civ’.
Motherfuckers talking on me dirty just gave me the slip.
Oh shit they must’ve known I’m showing up and cleva brought the stick,
I must’ve had them Twitchin thinkin Clevas gonna bring some clips.

Reapers whisperin to me to let em rest in peace, and I don’t let em leave.
Follow them to hell and back, Cleva’s come to fucking cleave.
Fucking with a Fatal King, I got it tatted on my sleeve.
So best believe the sweet relief of dying's all they really need.

Real One w/ Clevamane

The Bodies (Reimagined)

@kxma @loveyoufxcy
$HEPHERD:
Bitch I got it,
feel like shinagami.
Got a bitch up all up on me,
eat me up just like a zombie.

In the darkside, its regular,
these pussies keep em secular.
Cut em up and then I sever them,
We toss em in tha river.

Bro just stop it,
I know you want to cop it.
But that wallet lookin ratchet,
you can talk but its just static.

Bring the pain, leavin em lain, they decay.
Bring the metal we can play.
We can shoot all day okay.
We can shoot all day okay.

FXCY:
Uh, wait! 
I got two bitches, I don't need no friends.
Dumb bitch done done it, i'm trippin' again.
War struck adrenaline, her fatality.

Aye, aye!
That nigga think he harder than me.
I bet he's sad, his bitch is on me.
I'm bout to nut in his bitch, for a fee.

I be lighting up my smoke, in gasoline.
I need something, I am tired, I need ketamine.
Yeah, the enemy is lucky, i'm in agony.
Imma build myself a harem, I need dopamine.

WE CAN PLAY w/ FXCY (Prod. KXMA)

Another experimental track

$HEEPDAH$LEEPER:
Aint no love, when it comes to $leeper steppin on attack.
All these racks, that I stack gon keep me steady from the lack.
Hit the sack, I'm sleepin but I creep, keep you bustas at my feet.
You pussies wanna beef, but yo bitch gon' take the meat.

The plan is, seek vengeance.
Mo murda, take penance.
These pussies want my presence, 
But can't ever keep the essence.

It's a graveyard stick up.
No love I tend to pick up.
The finger on the trigger,
Bury em deep we leave no witness.

Ain't no Love (Valentines Day Drop 2025)

I Make Lemonade

Whats the plan, heard you want to run that fade huh,
The $leeper get you sleepin when I gut you with this blade bruh.
Cus papers, is what I'm stackin, flippin a bill fo that,
Stickin a pistol whip into his temple, blade and stick collat.

Five Five Five, call it new beginnings, hit a lick then count my winnings.
Test yo luck, I'll take that bet this choppa spray gon make em wet that fade.
Keepin it movin, cus I ready go then set,
Ain't no warnings when the sleeper come collect and that shits on yo head.

Stay in motion even when my wrist slit,
It's 6, double 6, Blood on ice gon keep my wrist lit.
No fiction, had yo bitch awhile, she dont resist it.
All day, she sang, every time I come and visit.

Everywhere I go you bitches better go and bow down,
This presence like a furnace, demons shake when $leeper come around.
I start, creepin out the cut when the speakers play that southern sound,
It's just, business, puttin bodies in the fuckin ground.

DUSK (Halloween Drop 2025)

Producer, Rapper, Artist.
Feed the soul.
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𝕸𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖙 @memphiscult @memphis-culture

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