https://youtu.be/mionb9XXTNA

I’m in the Cash Domain mansion, somewhere in bumfuck Texas
She’s not answering my texts, I guess she’s back with her ex-man  that looks like NovaOnline 
I stare out the window while it rains bumping Ginuwine, sippin’ sour grape wine as my scattered brain flys
I kinda wanna relink with her at amplified  for closure, but I’m not sure if that's the best idea when even the devil on my shoulder is saying that wouldn’t be kosher

It’s summertime and she playing games, Summer Games, I feel like Drake
Owl the way I’m awake in the late, nocturnal until my brain’s decayed
And my eyes have more baggage than Kim K, feds on my ass, they learned I was selling DXM sodas when I went to John Jay
I mean, what can I say? It was Freshman year and I was tryna get paid, adolescent tweakers off whom I was making bank

Since then, I’ve gone sorta clean and set myself straight, no longer need to sell loot from my  medicine cabinet crafting OTC drank
Back in the day, I repped fake drain, now I just dip my toes in all kinds of strains
Ferraro, stand down, I’m the real Prince Of Rain with the navy blue cape, in it I’ll fuck your bitch today

Watch the throne as I skip rocks at the lake, same shallow waters I’ll put in a fuck nigga coming ‘round to hate
Put you in the creek but I ain’t Dawson, still think about that girl I fumbled like I’m Billy Brown and she Wendy Balsam
I’m chiefing rapper weed, it’s pretty awesome, the crumbs get on my thrifted pieces of Gosha
That have holes in them, I wouldn’t say I’m proper but I’m definitely more posher than a good chunk of all y’all

I’m a humble bee but I hang with WASPs, I just flew in another Art School Bop and gave her the black chalk
She annoying as shit, white and nepotist, UT Austin trick bumping Penelope Scott
Couldn’t pay me to listen that garb, even if you held up a pistol to my dome and threatened to make me drop

Still wouldn’t, who you think I am, brah? Use your noggin
I’ll give this anglo hoe this, she copped me some Guns Of Brixton to aim at my targets
So, don’t come around my parts unless you want to get clashed with the bullets
Yo chick a party front ‘n back like an avant-garde mullet

These Disney goofies be full of it, I clapperboard their mothers harder when they start that acting
Trust me, I ain’t in Whitehouse but I’m all about Live Action, stop frontin’ and play your part as greyed out, unlocked and hanging  in the backend
Boundary Break the way I’m tapped in, got the keys to the ignition so I’m next up to drive this game out of the traffic it’s stuck in
Oldheads babbling and hating like Mcgucket, getting to the top of the game is like chasing the dragon but fuck it, I’ll keep on  running because the music I love it too much to just give up over really nothin’

Sunk cost fallacy, been in this shit for half a decade and then some, you pussy niggas is Benson the way I’m having fun and you’re just mad and being a tight cunt
And not the type I’d hit either,  I’ma Hi-Point you big skeptics out and turn you all into believers
I took yo hoe away from you because you beat her, plus my meat is way meatier and she’s a fan so that’s all what I feed ‘er, your brain won’t handle the pressure from the blasting of my heater so shut all that shit up before you meet a face full o’ millimeter
And I’d be doing you a favor, plastic surgery, you’re chopped like a Jeepers Creeper

Summer Games ❂ (p. DJ Chud)

original beat prod @8t33n
everything else by me

Lyrics:

(AdamnKilla) "everybody go mess with @limitless_galore for estoric swag"

Yuh swag esoteric
Swag historic
My swag estoric
Im on everythin these goofies they on nothin
All gas no breaks straight forward aint no stoppin

I cant fuck with goofy bitches they some lames yeah
Talking like they run shit but they ain't evn in the game yeah
I stay moving silent they just tryna get some fame
Makin noise Im buildin empires they playin round wit toys yeah

They swear that they got the heat but all their fire is fake yuh
While I'm stacking up the real moves, they takin a break yuh
No time for the chatter cuz I'm focused on my bread
Theyre stuck in the cycle man theyre better off dead

Im breakin the thread
on my grind
Yeah instead uh
Making steps with such precision
They been livin in my vision
Im on a different level can you not see the difference?
uh yeah - they ain got drive - I got a whole lotta distance yuh
Keep that weak energy I push the limit uh
They stuck in the past yeah Im setting up my spirit.
They clout-chasing but I aint even in they lane

They switched up on their day ones they should be ashamed
I always stay the same, even when I changed
Crystals on my neck yeah thats a big ass chain
They some neophytes makin the same damn mistakes
Money on the table every day I up the stakes

I cant fuck with goofy bitches they some lames yeah
Talking like they run shit but they ain't evn in the game yeah
I stay moving silent they just tryna get some fame
Makin noise Im buildin empires they playin round wit toys yeah

They swear they got heat but all their fire is fake yuh
While I'm stacking up the real moves, they takin a break yuh
No time for the chatter cuz I'm focused on my bread
Theyre stuck in the cycle man theyre better off dead ugh

ESTORIC-TREAD [PROD.8T33N]

LUANGEN - TREAD SITTER

Oogiemane - perfect cell (C₈H₁₈ retread)

thank you

[Sample: Komm, süsser tod - End of Evangelion]

[Intro: Steven Morrissey, Hispanic girl, Black Kray]
[?] se metió debajo de la cama, pero aún así le dispararon a la cama
Y yo pensé que nos iban a matar a todos
(yurigang ^_^)
Cuando él [?] un machete en la cabeza, yo dije [?]
Yeah, [?] on the Durtroad, boys
I'ma die alone
[?] shoutout my mama

[Chorus]
How many niggas gonna cry for me?
Niggas sayin' they love me, but ain't gon' die for me
How many niggas gonna ride for me?
Smokin' on this kush 'cause I'ma die alone, sittin' on the throne
How many niggas gonna cry for me?
Niggas sayin' they love me, but ain't gon' die for me
How many niggas gonna ride for me?
Smokin' on this kush 'cause I'ma die alone, sittin' on the throne
How many niggas gonna cry for me?
(Black Money Boyz Deathrow, fuck nigga)

[Verse 1: Black Kray, 2Pac movie sample]
I be shinin', nigga, smokin' on this mid dro
Dirt road boy pullin' kicked doors
(Get on the mothafuckin' ground, nigga, get down, get down
Nigga, get yo mothafuckin' ass-)
New shoes, told her watch my kicks, ho
Early mornin', I be eatin' all Kix, though
Princess, Gucci Glocks, icy pistols
Ridin' by my side, can't trust my bitch, though
Hit my iPhone and hit my flip phone
Ridin' in that Jeep with the doors off
Dirt road country boys knock your doors off
Big ass hands knock your block off
AR-15, Gucci clip, knock your wig off
Gold slugs in my mouth, color cryst-al-al
Young nigga tryna shine for my mom-mom-mom, dawg
Black cloud, black rain 'cause it's a drought, dawg-dawg-dawg
Hunned Mill-Hunned Mill and our trap slick 'cause it's a drought, dawg
Lil' molly girl, she got lockjaws-lockjaws-lockjaws
Throwin' fours up, nigga hangin' out the sun roof
Let the sun shine on my Gucci crip boo

[Chorus]
How many-How many niggas gonna cry for me?
Niggas sayin' they love me, but ain't gon' die for me-me-me
How many niggas gonna ride for me?
Smokin' on this kush 'cause I'ma die alone, sittin' on the thr-thr-throne
How many niggas gonna cry for me?
Niggas sayin' they love me, but ain't gon' die-ain't gon' die-ain't gon die for me
How many niggas gonna ride for me?
Smokin' on this kush 'cause I'ma die alone, sittin' on the throne
How many niggas gonna cry for me?
Niggas sayin' they love me, but ain't gon' die-ain't gon' die-ain't gon' die for me
How many niggas gonna ride for me?
Smokin' on this kush 'cause I'ma die alone, sittin' on the throne

[Outro]
(Bless me, father, for I have really sinned. Really! I'm not kidding here! Big sinner. Yup!)
Que le' parece? 'ta bonita, va? Así se usa, plum plum plum
Quieren ver como matamo' a alguien?
Llevenlo
Marcela, venid
[?]
Tre' alma' de guerra
[?]
Si, si, [?] que era mejor que está
Pero va, aquí estamos por todo
Va

born alone die alone - black kray (og song)
komm, süsser tod - end of evangelion
various sound effects (ill prolly credit later)


azazel [born alone die alone]

beat muj tylko loop z beata cighta zflipowany pzdr
jak ci sie mix nie podoba to wypierdalaj

szklanka ani pusta ani pelna bo ja rozjebalem

4000 blunts(prod.moojiid)

labubu freestyle

GUCCI MANE - REALLY READY (TREAD)

sir emanz - phobia (prod flexdupclowd) #ep otw

reversus veni [prod. crude] #717 #717galerians

dirt (natures stella//ALTEZZA DJ tread flip)

BLUE TIGER Out Now all plats
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⠀DJ (C)annibalistic (H)umanoid (U)nderground (D)weller 

https://go-hard.neocities.org 
 1/2 of @cashismydomain⠀

might use this shi from like time to time, more active on b4ndcamp*
https://weedcanadian.bandcamp.com/

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