PSYSCHOTIC DOPE ADDICT OFF THE PSYCHEDELIC DRUGS!
Lyrics:
Four lines straight to the brain, make me go insane
Take an addy straight to the gut, think I'm seeing things
Putting gas all up in my lungs now I'm feeling things
Six hits flowing thru the psyche now I'm really feeling Satan
Then I pop that bean and now I'm workin' really hard
Till your face get melt, till mental get shattered
Till your throat get slit up all over that script
Cause you got stuck finessin' up on the drugs
So you can flip it and get harder shit to afford?
If you weren't so dumb, you'd wait up and save up, buy a gun!
So you can be as threatening as you want
With the bullets, lock n' load it
Then point that gun at that mother fuckers head!
Then he sees and pulls one out
Now your soul is up for taking
Should've stayed at home, sitting on your ass
You ain't writ shit, little bitch
I'm steady making hits
With the weed and the Bic
Getting lit off this shit!
Lovin' every second, bitch I'm funny
Your bitch hoppin' up and down on my dick like a bunny
Man, you're lookin' super bummy
Get some money!
stop wasting my time cause you is a phony (Homie)

I can't stop, no I can't stop
I'm poppin' off like a monster
I'm eating up some dumb fuckers up for my dinner
Pulling triggers, leave him severed on that platter
Got 'em splattered with the 12 gauge
Imma leave and come right back
And now I see him having seizures
He won't wake, bitch got wrecked
Dripping from the fuckin' fent
See his eyes turning black
Now you're stuck up in that loop
Watching pretty lights, feeling heavy vibes, ain't it nice?
But don't forget that you gotta pay up by the end of the night!

You weren't meant for this fiend life no, no
You weren't meant for this fiend life no, no
You weren't ready for this fiend life no, no
You weren't meant for this fiend life no, no
I hope that it was worth it when you took his fuckin shit!
Counterfeit slips! yeah that's how you get the job done!
Whole mag, fully loaded! Always got one in my chamber!
Always ready to spray on you mother fuckin' petty haters!
Bitch I'm dumping, bitch I'm dumping
Empty shells in your esophagus
Should've fuckin' shot but you is honestly harmless
Where's your fuckin' common sense you dumb ass bitch?
Imma fuckin' go ahead and sow you some stitches hoe!

FIEND LIFE (PROD. JXYLN)

i don't know if i can stop...
Lyrics:
As of recently, I've been feeling like I've lost
Throwing my passion away at what cost
All these drugs are making me rot
Mister locksmith how do I stop?
Mister locksmith where do I go?
I can't really call this place home
Take another straight to the dome
So maybe it's best to be alone, oh

I don't wanna see your face!
I don't really need assistance, I just keep on movin' at my pace! 
All these people really love to hate!
I'm not really getting bothered but they want me to reciprocate!
Might just put you up in your place!
You better mind your business or I'm making you go run up on this fade!
Never cared about no race!
Just steady cruisin' with my brothers and my partners tryna get the bank!

I know I'm behind, been knocked off the grind
That feeling ain't nice when I'm stuck in my mind
It foggin' my vision, can't make any difference
Got no more decisions, I'm lost in my mission 
I'm losing my focus when sippin' on potion
I'm losing my purpose, this acid ain't workin'
I can't sing my songs when sparking the bong
I'm tryna move on, go write all my wrongs

I've been feeling like I've lost
Throwing my passion away at what cost
All these drugs are making me rot
Mister locksmith how do I stop?
Mister locksmith where do I go?
I can't really call this place home
Take another straight to the dome
So maybe it's best to be alone, oh
What do I- what do I do?
Where have I- where have I been?
What do I- what do I say?
Have I lost- have I lost faith?
Or maybe- or maybe it seems
That I do not change in the grand scheme of things
Feeling like I'm goin' insane so I burn an 8th straight to the face
With my headphones on and the turn't up bass to engross my rage!

lost... (PROD. JXYLN)

see you in hell
Lyrics:
Trappin', trippin' out
Went thru suicidal, now I'm thinking homicidal
I'm thinking 'bout ripping bibles
don't give a fuck about my trials
Imma hit you with my rifle and that goes to all my rivals
Leave you in a body pile now I watch you burn in hell
Burn in Hell
Now I watch you burn in hell
Burn in hell

Trappin', trippin' out
Went thru suicidal, now I'm thinking homicidal
I'm thinking 'bout ripping bibles
Don't give a fuck about my trials
Imma hit you with my rifle and that goes to all my rivals
Leave you in a body pile now I watch you burn in hell
See you weep and hear you dwell
Imma hit the bells!
All these little bitches think I kiss n tell
But can you really tell that I'm a mother fuckin beast
On the come up, traveling seas
But not from music only 30 people listen to it
And that's pretty cool with me
I'm minding my business keeping it a G
For my sanity and that's on me
So let's double up the spree
To kicking your teeth
And taking your cheese
And taking your keys! Okay

I'm evil Knievel, you weak n feeble
Keepin' it simple with no rhythm
All filler, not kicking, lacking essence
It's depressing with what you reppin'
With no weapon, steady stressin'
All these bitches and these drugs
Get you stuck, get to buggin'
Shut the fuck up!
Stupid cunt, dumb fuck!
I'm finna fuck you up!
For lookin' like a fuckin chump!
And how your raps just fuckin suck!
That's what we call a fuckin flunk!
For someone who just doesn't bumps!
And ask why they didn't fuckin run from us?
That's why we in your pockets bruh!
Let me fix it cause you broke it
You're so hopeless, bitch you show it
There's no focus in your notion
Where you going? Where's the motion?
Always choking, never flowing in the moment
Ego broken, leave you throatless
With a burden, leave you burnin'

Trappin', trippin' out!
Went thru suicidal, now I'm thinking homicidal!
I'm thinking 'bout ripping bibles!
don't give a fuck about my trials!
Imma hit you with my rifle and that goes to all my rivals!
Leave you in a body pile now I watch you burn in hell!

i should've died 5 years ago (PROD. JXYLN x J Dot Funk)

Wabash Kid
Lyrics:
White trash county, that's where I'm from
Pressed X, that's where I'm from
That's where I'm from
2 tabs and a blunt that's where I'm from
Boot-leggin, that's where I'm from
Tricked kicks that's Where I'm from
Stealing shit at where you from
That's where I'm from
2 pills in a cup that's where I'm from
Two-steppin, that's where I'm from
That's where I'm from
That's what I come from in the heart
This shit been tearing me apart
Drugs got me trapped from the start
But it got me out here making this art
But mostly it's been making me dark
I'm talking 'bout the past, not the art
Most people won't ever take part
Sit your ass down and let me go start

Born and raised in the south, living in the middle of town
Figured out how to count, gonna make my momma so proud
Moved out by age of 10, now we out live in Huntington
I've always had one friend, shoutout to my homie Klayton
Now we heading up north
Getting stuck up in the fort
Got new dawgs from the court
Now I got a board
Smoking hella kush on the porch
Hiding it away from the pork
Now I take cid
Traveling dimensions
Death is what I accepted
Then I got bored
Movin' out drugs like a sport
Always out here tryna make more
Then I hit licks
On entitled bitches
Finessin like I'm Kevin

Taking trips out for the saki to import in our pockets
Sell 'em out for the profit, putting money in wallets
Swear to God I'm ill-gotten, never been the most honest
You stick with me, get cold-hearted!
Wonder when its gon' stop, but I'm never gon' drop
For a sucker who pops bitch, I'm taking my shot
Now I'm seeing him rot, blood all on his pot
Brain leaking with thoughts now his soul is distraught!
What you know about the counterfeit bills?
Give 'em to joker for a zip with the skill!
What you know about the fetti pressed pill?
Take up that bump got you feelin' real ill!
What you know about manipulation?
Get what you need to keep dominating!
What you know about the destination?
I made the sacrifice, don't get it twisted bitch!

Slidin' on your homies, that's where I'm from
Pop shots, that's where I'm from
That's where I'm from
2 bitches in a bunch, that's where I'm from
Bread-breaking, that's where I'm from
Masked up, that's where I'm from
Breaking shit at where you from!
That's where I'm from!
2 pimps with the guns, that's where I'm from
All-troubled that's where I'm from
That's where I'm from
White trash county, that's where I'm from
Pressed X, that's where I'm from
That's where I'm from
2 tabs and a blunt, that's where I'm from
Boot-leggin, that's where I'm from
Tricked kicks, that's where I'm from
Stealing shit at where you from
That's where I'm from
2 pills in a cup, that's where I'm from
Two-steppin, that's where I'm from
That's where I'm from
Thats what I come from in the heart
This shit been tearing me apart
Drugs got me trapped from the start
But it got me out here making this art
But mostly its been making me dark
I'm talking bout the past, not the art
Most people won't ever take part
Sit your ass down and let me go start!

w4ere i'm from (PROD. JXYLN)

1'll L3av3 y0U d0n3
Lyrics:
Finessing all these checks cause I'm next up
Brodie causing problems, he get lit up
That's what I call a set up
I'm sensing what is coming make his call drop
Should've never got caught
And now you bout to get your fuckin top cropped
Quit all the fussing
I'm leaving concussions, I'm really disgusting
The way I been working at 3 in the morning
I never been snoring, I see you moving really slow
Quit all the faking, you acting so basic
Being so heinous, I really can't stand it
The way you been prancing
I see you clinging to your hopes and dreams
Mother fucker, you ain't really with the team
wipe you straight from the dust, call me Mr. Clean
I'm a Monster off these drugs, give me energy
Stuffed your bitch like some crust, call me Pizza King

[M0n3y M1tch]
Yeah bitch I'm balling
Give two shits bout a bitch cause I'm all-in
The money that's coming in, no discussion
Try to intervene, then you catching all concussions
Imma do this shit so nasty, call it dirty south
Only like to talk to your bitch, when it's in her mouth
The way she try to get me out my jeans, she head-hunting now
Been passed around so much, she a hand-me-down
The way I been feeling lately, I been acting too reckless
Better get up out my way cause business where I'm really stepping
Crazy with the steamer, the way I shoot it thought I was felon
Come in, I got guns out! look at what I'm back here scaling
Bitch my flow too alien
Talk that shit to my face then Imma leave you rinsed
You bitches dense with no brain
That's why you don't make no sense
Why you niggas worry bout me and the cheese that i make
If I grab my nigga TMG then you won't be okay!

U w0n't be oK [Ft. M0n3y M1tch] (PROD. JXYLN)

SAID I WAS COMING BACK FOR REDEMPTION BITCH!!
Lyrics:
Let me tell a little story about a vicious fiend
He's the meanest
Had the cutest little grin the bitches seen
Prime made king
I'm the one who was made with all this steez
South-west beast
Finessing anyone who walked up on my street
leave him leaking with the drug slipping out his lip
that pussy shoulda never walked up in my fucking crib
now that motha fucka lackin basic common sense
I told his fuckin dumbass this is not how you want it to end

I don't give a damn
Bout what yo plan is
I get it my own way
I don't need what you gained
I don't give a shit about your skank bitch
Or who you was, what you is, and what you ain't
I don't give a fuck, can't give what you want
Cause most of you use and can't make twenty bucks
Could give a fuck less So why give a damn
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn

Goddamn!
Feeling good to be alive!
Learning to not give a fuck!
Really helping me survive!
Talking shit out my lip
From the thoughts that I revive
Cause homie it's my therapy
I don't treat it like a luxury
If you talking under me
I be pleased to knock your teeth
inside out
So better watch your mouth
I don't care what you about
I don't care what you claim
Just get the fuck out!
Go sit on your couch!

You lazy piece of shit, go eat all the chips
And think about all that you've done for your kids!
You haven't done shit, you wish that you did
Got you just quivering and crying like a bitch!
She sucking on nic with a baby in her ribs
Don't be surprised when it stop sucking your tits!
It's making me sick, you craving this dick
Just keep it on your tongue so you don't bitch again!

give a damn! (PROD. JXYLN)

for all of eternity...
Lyrics:
Bitch I feel locked in
Lost in my conscious
Feel like I'm boxed in
Stuck with this ink pen
With instrumentals!
Speaking to demons that stuck in my mental
Bitch you stay toxic, keep all your comments!
Stay on your side bitch, you acting retarded!
His vatos' just folded, you know that I fought 'em!
I'm 'bout to breakout and you can't call the locksmith!
You can't call the locksmith
You can't call the locksmith
You can't call in shit when I bring in the muscle
You cannot catch up when I'm seeing you fumble
You can't throw up hands when I'm ready to tussle
You faggots just buckle!
I'm doing a number
On pussies who think they got humbled!
I'm making 'em crumble, I'm watching 'em slumber
They should've been known that I'm bringing the trouble
I'm giving 'em double

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold a minute let me think, I got demons in my brain
They controlling what I say, getting hard for me to pray
Making bargains everyday just to keep 'em all away
So I'm preaching all my vows just to lay 'em on the ground
So I sing it like I'm proud just to let that shit out
Catch me spitting in a rage, put saliva on the page
Kind of got me entertained
Keep the devil in his cage, he been breaking off the chains

Tryna be freed, this beast is unleashed
You getting too close then he having a feast
Loves when I scream, tearing at the seams
It's making me cold when he's no longer breathing
And yes I'm a heathen I always been creeping
Way deep in the trenches so watch where you stepping
Embed you in lead until I'm seeing red
I'm leaving you dead with your fuck ass friends
you can't call the locksmith right now
you must stay in this room until you deal with your consequences

locked in... (PROD. JXYLN)

{REPOSTED DUE TO BOT SABOTAGING}
Thank you once again for everything, maybe we could rekindle our differences but the people you have around is NOT what i wanna be fucking with. if you're reading this, you have a key... don't break it ,;) 
Lyrics:
Man what a journey this album has been
It was first an EP now turned into a bigger project
I quit my job only for them to call me back in a month
I dropped a cool ass dude but he was on some weird shit
Oh! and then I left my cousins house full of fuck ass people
Who I don't wanna associate with anymore
Don't call me!
Callin me up, yeah you callin' the locksmith
Bitch you been stuck and you know that I topped this
Losing the keys so you gotta go lockpick
I know you been mad so you wanna come pop me
Bitch you can't stop me, no you can't drop me!
Even with shitty ass bars, you can't top me!
I'm in the middle of pics, you can't crop me
You itching for drugs so you know you can't shop from me
You got no self-control and that's why I just locked your door
Quit acting so heinous and lock in bro
Cause that's what I did to go cleanse my soul
When I was all alone and on my own
I checked on my health and then acquired wealth
Increasing my strength to go ring this bell
I practice my preach to stay out of this hell

No bitch, I don't need your assistance
I am the locksmith and I'm making the distance
You callin' me up and I seem to have missed it
Say you got money but it's really a wish-list
Say you caught bodies then where is your hit list?
Say you a shooter but I see you missin'
Say that you hustle but you haven't flipped shit
Say that you pipin' then why your wife bitching?
I don't wanna hear nothing from y'all!
You wanna come judge then lick my balls!
Ya'll wanna come diss then get involved!
You wanna spread lies then get lost!
If you wanna come fight then stand tall!
I see you talkin' so tough but you been soft!
Hear you speakin' the truth but you been wrong!
If you ain't about business than kick rocks!

I made my own pathways 
Paving my own lane, onto my own wave
I am my own goon, rock with my own crew
Making my own moves, counting my own dough
Rapping my own flow, racking my own gold
Toting my own guns, having my own fun
Under my own sun, hitting my own licks
Fucking my own bitch, digging my own ditch
No you can't own this!
You calling the locksmith, you calling me up!
You calling the locksmith, I see that you're stuck
You calling the locksmith because you need funds
You calling the locksmith cause most of y'all suck
You calling the locksmith cause your bitch out of love
You calling the locksmith because you fucked up
You calling the locksmith because you need drugs
You calling the locksmith because you gave up
Calling me up, you calling the locksmith
Calling me up, you calling the locksmith
Calling me up, you calling the locksmith
Calling me up, you calling the locksmith
Calling me up, you calling the locksmith
Calling me up, you calling the locksmith

Call The Locksmith (PROD. JXYLN x Rxkz)

BOYCOTT ISRAEL

A.Rob - Martyr (We Are Not The Same   Version)

We Are Not The Same
#BoycottIsrael #BanAIPAC

New Era Type Shi

T.op
M.afia
G.oon 
.oK

P.rogess
L.ive
A.ppreciate
N.eutralize

Here to be real.

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Fort Wayne, IN (current location)

24 Years Old

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