I ain't afraid to die. 
I'm just afraid of my portrayal if I ain't alive. 
Since fame decides in vain or not.
I remember death it's like the raindrops fell when the angels cry.
Always looking out the box, my favorite window pane would dry.
My mother staring back at me, I know she feel the pain inside. 
A broken chapter from my life, I hope I change the page in time.  
I hope these bills get paid and crime been sitting on my brain, lord knows I've probably been in danger 
I'm stay posted doing favors fine, I'll do another favor. 
I'm just waiting on this game to stop. 
I'm hopeless, serving strangers,
Dimes of strains of different flavors.
Watch him wait and test his patience.
If he tweaking -- leave em' shameless. 
Catch em' inside an insane asylum with this fucked up game of mine. 

I been off the shits for a minute. 
Cause all you fraud motherfuckers ain't honest bout shit, playing these bitch nigga gimmicks. 
You lizard fucks could turn ya skin different pigments. 
You hungry bitching bout the time you caught some food didn't split with ya niggas?

Ya'll probably cut from a different cloth and I don't stitch with you bitches.
I put my all in every bar; ya'll do this shit for the figures.   
I finished spitting now I'm fit for lieutenant Haulze, as the head of the synagogue with an army you'll need Hitler to kill us. 

I'm talking "Hail Haulze" type of shit. 
You'd bail dog. 
You'd realize that failure looking for you and you real soft, like micro-dick.  
I'd do these bitches dirty with these hammers;  
Donkey Kong with no bananas, might just ask if I can nail, if I'd like to hit. 

If she bust it open then I'm piping it.
Slid it in her mouth; she flicked her tongue and let it in and got to syphoning. 
Pass it to the brodie, call it Micheal Vick. 
The way she give me mental had me bussin' so disgusting on some psycho shit. 

I'm catchin' green now that I'm spitting hard and I like this shit. 
It's the just the team now and it seem arson when I write with Chris.
You and your team lost cause my team awesome, like Tyson fists.  
We the supreme boss, you a fiend dog!               

You ever do somebody dirt, then afterwards regretted it?
Simply cause you bout that work, and money be the rhetoric?
I was stupid as kid, it's funny that I mention it cause I remember when my aunt was beggin' just to get her fix.

She on the block like 12am, a cry for help she desperate. 
And after she had hit the rock, I doubt she getting cheddar since.
My niggas saying bro relax well fuck you bro, I'm stressin' it.
Cause now I'm deadass bout this tracks, I'm  resting when I'm getting rich.   

My niggas holdin' 38's; you double that it's seven six.
Cause if my brothers beefin' with you, best believe we settle shit. 
That's a verse from out the bible, lions versus elephants.  
I'm throwing shots -- no veteran, but we leaving you desolate. 

The other day I argue Jesus with my nigga Santae. 
Since god his conscious, lets be honest, that's a bit demonic. 
He said the work he do for Jesus, puts the worship on him;
And then he said now since you know my nigga let's get on it. 

I put that pen down; in blue moon; I ask myself.
Is rapping worth it; if I'm working till I pass out we'll; 
I'm getting greedy since I've missed out on the cash I've felt. 
I'm tweaking off so if you need work on a task. I'd help, and I'm gone.

Haulze | "Vice Versa"

SO I'M BACK (PRODUCED BY ASTRAL PHARAOH)

Some Old shit I recorded 

Instagram & Twitter:  _Treylawrence 

PS2 (Lost Track)

Influenced By My Peers- DOPE

9BOYS - HEAD BANG (prod. Biv)

ETERNAL GREY (DRVGLRD CHOPPED&SCREWED)

SUICIDEBOY$ - UGLIER  Feat DA$H(DRVGLRD-CHOPPED&SCREWED)

FOREST FIRE (PROD GENSHIN)

very very rough mix

"Tauga Scars" tape dropping late August early September.

Lyrics:

its what you do because of lucy thats givin' the booth cooties,
im, drunk as a floozy off some goose he feelin' woozy,
but the music woovy,
and the group is movin' same direction as balloons be,
cocaine resin on the room key,
novacane settles in my 2 cheeks,
bruce lee,
how he do beats,
ruthlessly,
with no effort 
i make government cheese but nose cheddar,
you knows better than to test this underground texas veteran,
off of what all your grandfathers consider they medicine,
im, sinful and devilish but my riddles is heaven sent give my info to a terrorist's therapist & i watch em get scared & dip like,
no one compare to TRiP.

Lucy (Snippet)

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Superman (Ft. The Yung God)

MARCUS SOLER-BACK ON EM

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YUNG THRVSH

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