Lyrucs:

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a brick to the head 

Stay sickle like a spine on trial 
When I’m Giles Old Corey keep it silent 
No fentanyl 

40 rocks, More weight, I’m might vomit 
Call me monetary gain, im a prophet
Save face, No shame, No stopping, No capping 
My retina, blank 
Stay blocking up 

Swing wide, go side 
Never age, Soul side 
Rewind, Benjamin 
Overtime, Dolls eye

Could vision, No flash 
But I’m full blind 
Overclock shifting No crash And I’m all fine 

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a trail of a witch 
Shit 

Feel lost 
Crow pack, Have my teeth picked 
Let em come back with the tides and I’m sea sick 

If I’m ever losing touch 
I’m out the back 
K.O

Cannot keep on taking shot 
Crack 
Sarajevo

Phantom pains is all I got 
Block 
Bodies in the gutter 
Cup of rot 
Duck thots 
Bye buttercup 

In the background 
Split me like a wing 
Huh 

Manufacture up 
Worship anything 
huh 

Getting dragged down 
Went in that thing 
Black hole 
Succ
Turn into a coiled up spring 

Go
Red light 
I’ll intersect that spot 

Call me six 
How I’m sensing the plot

The Heat From The Sun Is No

Crystals

written / performed by @blckbrds, @salivagrey
produced by @gullyspit
engineered by @tumaggz, Saliva Grey
cover by Blckbrd

BULLETHELL (w/ Saliva Grey)

HATRED (PROD. 5:10)

Grim Salvo X Savage Ga$p - Why Do I Still Care?

I am the Chosen Undead snippet - JAAGixDEAAD

KAMAARA, Savage Ga$p, Witchouse 40k, Saliva Grey, 99zed, TWENTYTHREE, Grim Salvo

PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

Haunted House - PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME

I can't find this on Apple Music, so I added it here. Find the original on Spotify here: https://open.spotify.com/track/4anem4UYsj3JAJUucRMrrO

Raul Apxpei — GTA IV (Soviet Connection)

ROLL THE DICE

LEAN WITH IT

(If u got a problem. Makes some beats)
lyrics:
i got 2 911's in my pocket
fucking i got 2 blunts smoke em then i lay in bed and i rot
2 magazines on my body sending 9 shots
what do i got?
i got bricks in the bungalow finna send a pack out
pockets too fat, cant move bitch im maxed out
mad dog, mad money, living in a mad house
bitch i always knew you wouldnt make it, bitch i had doubts
that boy sent bout 700 for that last ounce
that boy missing every shot i think he tabbed out
bout a 100k thats in the stash now
boutta smoke a pack and then i pass out

dont give a fuck got a beamed and its tucked like my wallet inside of my pocket your folding
im too obsessed with the racks that i got bitch need me a fix of the money im holding
i gotta get all the food on my plate bitch im buying the store like im buying the whole thing
i heard he trynna talk sweet on the mob we pull up with a chop and we made him run, bolting

get what i want and i wont wait
work too damn hard bitch i gotta full plate
too much guap stacked up gotta full safe
you aint got no dough you aint pull weight
i gotta chop and it shoot straight
i gotta cup of the duce
i make the world look like doomsday
i make em spill out koolaid
everyone trying to do what i do but i do it too easy a cool way
imma keep doing my own thing im working too hard and i dont care what you say
he trynna beef but he missing they reading his name on the mf news day
talk to your bitch, she trynna fuck, i told that hoe back touché
hold on let me switch the rhyme scheme
make this bitch look like a crime scene
im always on perfect timing
big truck with the high beams
up now, now they like me
intervals smoking lightning
i promise that im not a hypebeast
i think the louis v like me
when i put the barrel up better duck low
steady getting to the green gotta truck load
hate me but i never give a fuck though
you aint ever gonna catch me up close
12x, gotta new scope
ion need a red dot ion use those
bitch i been a great dane you a poodle
bitch fuck you i aint giving out kudos

I am the Chosen Undead snippet - JAAGixDEAAD

JAAGixDEAAD

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