Long Live Lane Riley Garside, and Dalton Leland Autrey.. Gone but never forgotten..

Sharks

Sharks (Prod. By 2.Step and CRISSCROSSMGMNT)

Don't Entertain

Written by: Marcus Tompkins
Lyrics:

Seen you on the gram it kinda fucked me up
Im just hoping when you smilin’ you dont fake the funk
I remember what you said about our baby once
Im kinda salty, 
I definitely see bro’s in love, 
Im just acting like an ass but you deserve the warmth
Still remember what i said but wont repeat it once.
I was reckless, never trusted if you fucked with me
Solo in this chevy with the voices plenty
Reminiscent of the days when you was fuckin with me
Missin’ nights you’d hit my line, “i need you, come and get me”
Rated X on the text, your mom aint fucking me

Im sorry if i ever made you felt less
I Wouldn’t change, you just cared so it made you stress
Doin’ wrong until im with you and we havin’ sex
…Still wrong because im gone again
If you feel it /if you felt it /hope you good for life
I survived, i still love you 
im still getting mines/Never trust a bitch, and keep a clip, someday ill slow the ride/I dont think ill ever..
find a girl that is only mine
RX for my pain find my heart in a xan and a pint
But you can always call my line no matter what

Chorus:

I just dont know how to tell you when we talk i need you a round
I can’t see who’s there for me its cold except when your reaching out
I may not say much inside my head, right then im screaming so loud
I been high so long so hurt afraid of all the pain on the ground
Selfish can i ask you be my strength when i show weakness im down
Ive been left alone so long the rain’s the only comfort around
I been tryna heal but i cant find my heart its lost in the ground
I cant stand to see you find yourself cause as im lost you were found

I cant look you in your eyes
I know im doing wrong
Know you been waiting
know what time it is
its getting long
..But My love for you is growing cause your hanging on
if you bounce i understand you’ll always be my dawg
Admiring your strength in shouldering my flaws
But if it counts for shit i hope you know you got my heart and healed even if in part 
Shined a light in all my dark
Every time i cried, you wiped my eyes and put the pieces back together as they fell apart
You know im a shooter, cause of you i started hitting’ stars
Plenty times i played you in your face, for us hit restart
Confused if love me or you really lost..
I wanna buy you what you want, she said how much you cost? 
Fuck the titles, someone wife you ill still be involved
..Still wrestle with my pride
Ill ride for you forever 
No matter what i know wassup
 i wanna be better/Losing poruca made me write my grandma those letters
I cry at night in regret!
I wanted to be father
I never thought that time would make me want a son or a daughter
i miss lane, Dalton, gaby, uncle keith; all’em
I smile a lot 
dont wanna be defined by my problems 
if i die before i execute my plan i never faked it at all, i did it all for my dawg

THE G R O U N D

THE G R O U N D (Prod. By: SSTOKESS)

Lyrics:

stuck in my ways i just cant fight the feelin’
Thinking bout you all night until im forced to get up
Splittin’ my meds makin’ my bed just wishing i could hit em
Gaby yo brother comin’ home lm hoping you still with him
Know we aint perfect but we worth it, we jus want you with us
Pray you and Lane are sharin’ places in a spot in heaven
My joint ignites, i grab my pipe, i kiss my momma nigga
I hug my pops tuckin the glock givin’ game to my sister
Textin’ my siblings like i love em so i know they feel it
We share a pops, but i am not what he was never giving
Im here with everything i got because i lost some killers 
close to my heart and ill be damned you feel the shit im feelin’ 
always gone but never missin’
Hit up with this blicka like it miss you, blowin’ kisses nigga

I hear you say you miss me 
and i know im always gone
Just know i miss you too if you forget then play this song
For you i want the best, the bad never last long
Still tryna figure out where im goin’ i could be wrong
And I dont stay away because of you or something wrong
Im just tryna show you right you can do whatever you want
You can be whatever i love you with all my heart
I know this life is hard, but I’ll be with you ‘til im gone. And even after..

Niggas out here clueless
Like they really do shit
You must be so gangsta you see me and keep it movin’
The fact these niggas text what they gon do is where the proof is
Transcribin’ for the cops 
or you really scared of shootings
Go ‘head and act a nuisance where its hyphy i get stupid
Flip a house home improvement
Hammer top but i aint roofing, pause
You kill me and they catch you theyll shoot until you stop moving dawg
I got a lot depending on my life to tell this story
On my sisters and my brother, on my niggas and they mother know me
family through blood spilled, shared a different story
Dont hop up in this car scared, you cannot be my homie
Resurrecting ghost like a poltergeist, its sorcery
Roman candles for the firework, im where the snorters be
Hendrix with this axe but i dont play so act accordingly
All my smoke, gas to yo spice, aint that potpourri?
Niggas must got meth inside that vape if they want smoke with me you know wassup

RIP LANE RILEY GARSIDE AND DALTON LELAND AUTREY

Hella Pain |PRODBYKROLL|

Lyrics:

sw.Ki: 

Cant seem to give it up
Its not coincidental..
Every time you test
Flow water with heavy metals
Sockin’ lames in they mental
Rocking out w the kinfolks
Prerogative is get dough 
Beatin shit like im diplo
Often bleed the section, or poppin up in yo ghetto
Dont pop it, or get popped
Stay poppin on instrumentals
Stop acting like its a problem
If you start it
Ima pull up jason martin
(Like whaat?)
Yall dont hear me doe
People know we rap and get physical 
Hand to hand a bitch like bad grams its just give and go
Fucking where i been, better witness where im finna go
Me and kiem 8 and 23
Like 184
Southwest, to the 43s
Tell em free the Bros
Put the snitches back in gen pop because they cracked the code
Anywhere you get in for the homies gotta crack the door
Screamin’ fuck 12 i give a fuck because them crackers dont
Grew up passin’ licks, only suckers never passin hoes

Hook:

Ima show em how to MOVE
Bounce out, onna slide
Heard them in they songs but we dont see ‘em outside
Im confused? Where the fuck? What it do?
Tell ‘em kids go in the house, the streets was made for you to lose
You dont shoot, play safe or make the news
Hog tie a snitch, bacon strip a nigga switchin’ sides
Gettin to it every time
Steppin’ ima let it fly
Pull up with the hose, 
slip and slide, through your livin’ room

Bridge:

Fuck lames
Get paid
Like it aint no other way
I wont blame another nigga if im dyin’ like a lame
Fuck hoes get paid, keep grindin’ every day
Pray to God and keep a pistol if its grimy where you stay

Bitch we really slap niggas,
Fuck rap, i could give a fuck
Every song im on im finna tell em 19-dub
K/56 ill pop this ten or you gon give it up
Sit and catch you slippin coming out, ima be coming up
Smack you ‘front’yo baby momma strip him to his dun dun duns
dolo but my young’n wit me rockin’ like we run a club

43Kiem..

U DONT SHOOT |PRODBYKROLL|

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