wasted無駄な可能性

@guapprs / @beaver-ug
@onefreewill
@ohmylockk

guappr + freewill - such a chud (ohmylockk)

thrift shop (onegloww)

SkinnyWalkk (S.Genesis)

in da neighborhood

@onefreewill
@guappr / @beaver-ug 
@onetdf

freewill + guappr - lil wop (tdf)

BANG!

DARTH VADRR (PROD. UML)

MARIO BROS DS MINIGAMES FREESTYLE!

prod. bbyglime

LYRICS : 

freak ho she throw it my way 
beef bout a ho like no way
we gettin way too much pape 
dat pfffrrrttrr poppin

hell no i wont wear no cape 
jacket pelle pelle
jacket pelle pelle, shit like 500 nigga

nigga 2 broke can’t relate
this stupid nigga tryna hate
figures uh li man, got figures ye li man
( i forgot what i said )
fuck no stupid won’t go away
they stopping low not again 
d nigga like play pretend 

d nigga like play pretend 
that prfrrt right in my hand 
d nigga don’t stand no chance
dat cash ho i like to spend 
dat bad ho spinnin again 
that cap ho 🙄
that gnat go can’t get a chance

like stfu, stfu


bitch gettin fucked n i think dat bitch she a freak ho,

nigga get touched n the nigga get touched n da shit get done jus fa free ho, 

n da pfrrtt get bussed n da nigga give up like nigga can’t fw me ho,
like ho seen enough like ho seen enough
___😂_____😂____😂___
li jay inna cut li nigga, li jay inna cut li nigga
watcha fuckin kno, watcha fuckin kno

n u nigga 2 sus n u nigga not us n u niggas so gay niggas queer ho 

tryn swerve inna lane steer ho, tryn skirt inna lane main ho

tell u niggas not playin no games told shawty not playin no games no games no, 

no games no,yeh

we goin hell like kane n the pain smoke it to the brain n i cant trust nan ho 

like sosa came in wit a bang yk what im sayin ?

no fuck ? den i’m like why i came ? 

( like why i literally came ? XD ;) 

get fucked li nigga lose yo main 

NAN HO

NAN HO

Luh Vicious (prod. by kurtt)

priscilla*kelly

STAKKS (Break The Bank Remix)

lazy ash (tim duncan) (prod. @justcashe)

“NO VACANCY”


Fake love at the door, I don’t answer, I don’t speak,
You vibrate too loud, I can hear the fuckin’ weak,
Everybody “solid” till the lights go bleak,
Now they fold, now they crack, now they beg, now they leak.
No vacancy in my soul or my space,
You wear faces like masks, all fear, no face,
You want my hell, not the work, not the pace—
Stay the fuck out my air, stay the fuck out my faith.


They insecure, so they orbit my flame,
Try to siphon the glow, then they run from the name,
Talk big in a room but they brittle with shame,
Every smile got a debt, every favor a chain.
I seen wolves dress soft just to enter the yard,
Seen friends turn ghosts when the pressure got hard,
Everybody got a mouth when the distance is far,
But it’s quiet as a church when it’s face-to-the-heart.
I don’t need your opinions, I skate where it’s thin,
You sink in the crowd, I carve through the din,
You mirror who you with, I been locked in within,
You chase validation—I been chasing a sin.
Watch ‘em gloat in the daylight, rot in the dark,
You flex for the net, I bleed on the bars,
You addicted to posing, I’m addicted to scars,
I made hell feel like home, made survival an art.


Fake love at the door, I don’t answer, I don’t speak,
You vibrate too loud, I can hear the fuckin’ weak,
Everybody “solid” till the lights go bleak,
Now they fold, now they crack, now they beg, now they leak.
No vacancy in my soul or my space,
You wear faces like masks, all fear, no face,
You want my hell, not the work, not the pace—
Stay the fuck out my air, stay the fuck out my faith.


You move off envy, I move off scars,
You want my shadow but not my wars,
You want the smoke but you cough on the draw,
You want the crown but you lost in the floors.
They get close just to measure the fall,
Try to map my ribs like a federal wall,
But you can’t GPS pain in a vault,
You can’t crack a spine that was sharpened to crawl.
You leech the vibe, then you act surprised,
When I cut your access and sever the ties,
You ain’t my blood, ain’t my breath, ain’t my tribe,
You just a craving with legs and a mouth full of lies.
They need a hero, they need a villain,
They need a target to feed their feelings,
I need silence and ceiling-high demons,
I pray in static, I sleep in static, I rise in static.


Everybody want access, nobody want weight,
Everybody want truth till it spits in their face,
Everybody want depth till they drown in the lake,
Now they reaching for rafts made of clout and escape.


Fake love at the door, I don’t answer, I don’t speak,
You vibrate too loud, I can hear the fuckin’ weak,
Everybody “solid” till the lights go bleak,
Now they fold, now they crack, now they beg, now they leak.
No vacancy in my soul or my space,
You wear faces like masks, all fear, no face,
You want my hell, not the work, not the pace—
Stay the fuck out my air, stay the fuck out my faith.


I don’t hate you—I see you, that’s worse,
You a mirror with thirst, you a curse in a verse,
You hang ‘round the fire but you scared of the burn,
So you warm your hands while I turn into dirt.

No Vacancy.

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