gotta take a break from ts ep droppin when im back

count dividends w prynce

[VAGUE]

Don’t be dyin in my line up
Its the people that defines gore
Pushin all the limits
Yeah
I got the fucken mind for it
Cut the shit
You lost your life
And all because you wanted more
So I'll keep on fucken fighting
Cause I love the war
Fuck this shit
Im not just here for the taste
With the blood that be drippen down
I know what it takes
If you’re feeling like a failure
Well
That’s not my problem
You already did the fucken damage
When you brung narcotics
The evil lookin for a shill
Who can make a better deal
Find the weak
All alone it’s the one to be revealed
And you get that fucken feelin
that you cannot hide
It’s only time that you’ll die
In this life
And it’s Justified

[T.R.I.P.]

Caught me flexing, moving weights like i’m Pablo
White chalk up on the pavement, like Picasso
Talking shit like you hard
But you not though
Fuck a hater
I’m just focused on that guapo
I had a feeling in my gut
You're a hatin bitch
Who let them dogs out?
Like i’m Michael Vick
Shooting with precision
Feeling like i’m John Wick
Tatted head to toe
Got 'em thinking, i’m a convict
Told my bro let’s lock in
Put the nails inside the coffin
All of y'all must of forgotten
Took a break but we ain’t stoppin
Hounds up on the loose
Grab a rope and tie the noose
Rappers thinking that they cool
But they scared to tell the truth


Buried in Silence

Buried in Silence [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

prod. @thadigitaldrumma
Artwork By @se2717357284 @sixees @nishiowhite (on ig)
Mix & Master By Me

[lyrics]
shawty green how she goin yuhh
she tryn fuck wih me alr knowin yuh
get into it i be flowin yuh
got 2 pill ma cup das how i po it up
we can get into it, 
ian going out bad
racks sank my pocket so i put it in a bag
oh she need sum racks, she need sum bread im not ye dad
girl im not ur man, not ur pops go get a stack

now ma patna fnn, spin he fnn tweak
all these bodys stacked up in the creek
curbstomp bih just taste the crete
think im him,
think better,
think im peak!
hellcat sound like de belly of a beast
shawty goin for it thinking ian peep
bitch i smell like Tom Ford i feel like a meech
got margielas on look by ma feet
im at the top but i might leave
she aint fuckin w/ you bro said you creep
twin huzz got em both down to sin
stand ontop bih, stand on binih
find it hard to stand on shi lets it winning
ion need a slut bih that cant cook dinner

shawty green how she goin yuhh
she tryn fuck wih me alr knowin yuh
get into it i be flowin yuh
got 2 pill ma cup das how i po it up
we can get into it, 
ian going out bad
racks sank my pocket so i put it in a bag
oh she need sum racks, she need sum bread im not ye dad
girl im not ur man, not ur pops go get a stack

bahbah blahhh          BOH!

𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 #alreadyknowin #vague

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like

[T.R.I.P.]

I be putting in work
Mothafuckas got it twisted
I been killin since birth
Let a mothafucka test me
Watch that pussy get murked
Tryna ride my wave
But ya'll staying on the turf
Aye
Cold case murderer
Spitting i’m getting cynical
Bouta level up
Mothafuckas call me the general
Flatline repping
I’m mobbin around your area
If you gotta problem
We’ll grab a shovel and bury ya
Lay low cause you fucking with the dogs now
UAV filled with killas at the compound
Work wheels on the whip
Boy we up now
UAV to the grave, say it out loud
Spinning on these emitz
And now yo bitch up on my dick
I’m getting silly in this bitch
They all just mad i’m getting rich
Kill for fun, getting funds
Get that money up
T.R.I.P. is going dumb
What the fuck?
Bitch you better run

[VAGUE]

Blood in my veins
All black like a venom drip
Demons in my head
Even when the silence hits
Shadow in the rearview and it’s talkin shit
And I’m always hearin noise
Mind full of static
Not to panic its dramatic
To employ
Lackin all the feelings to enjoy
I find the things to destroy
People always stuck
Like they knotted up corduroy
Lookin down like they baptized by the void
They try to shake it off
Like a fucken Polaroid
Damn
I’m givin to much to be annoyed
We ain’t gotta sell our souls
Just to put together
Not headed to hell, we just in bad weather
And I carry this pain
And turn it into pressure
But my soul as dark
Like i’m in black leather
Concrete steppin, Flatline what I’m reppin
Noose ties heavy, got the reaper in my section
All these pussies
Never gonna learn they lesson
Turnin weapons on the side to confessions
Soul stitched it’s like it’s bein torn
Didn’t have mourn for life that wasn’t born
I just can’t think, I’m walkin in a corpse
I’ve been at the edge and laughin like I want more

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like


Flatline

Flatline [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

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