LYRICS ——

Out for the night 
While I’m creepin through 
Strike fright to the ones I knew 
I’ll fight till I can’t get up 
Yeah right hollow feelins 
haunt your mind
Like Columbine
2 strapped never hesitate
to make the move 
Sticky moves hit a lick or two 
More ambition with the liquor fual
Brown paper bag 
got my drank flowin cool
Who knew Slimmy be the one 
Leaving crews Solo moves 

Who sold there souls 
For phony tools 
Unknown tone doesn’t register 
For a lonely thrown 
Throw bones I throw fist blows 
But let me enter fear
To the chrome dome 
Chin check with a leather boot
Better watch yo self 
Get wrecked with a wack crew
Pick or choose Motherfuckah
Hell breaks loose

HOOK
X2
S to the L to the I M fiend 
That don’t mean 
I don’t chase big dreams 
Bigger then my enemies 
Born a sinner
Opposite of a lord begger 
Ignorant fucks pull the trigger 
Count yo figures 
That don’t mean shit 
Dirt nap six feet deep 
When you shovel gitter



Holes in my socks I don’t kick rocks
Limited miles on my Reebok’s 
Modern day style suck 
Fuck a tik tok
Life is ticking on the clock 
Piss off bitch stfu and live on 
Livin a life on the edge 
Learning patience’s 
2 steps ahead yeah check my cadence
Yes a total major
Major pain full of flavor

I AM FIEND

$UICIDEBOY$ TYPE BEAT "FUCKED YOUR CULTURE"

Mutfak Music ve Thugboi'un ilk Mixtape'i, "Dirty Cash Money Mixtape" 6 Şarkı ve 2 Skit ile çıkış yapıyor. Trap, Boom bap ve Memphis şarkılar bulunduran albüm, sokak yaşamı, suç ve uyuşturucu sorunlarını ele almakla beraber, "Hustler" hayatını anlatmayı amaçlıyor.

Başkent Sound

#817madhouse #illusionluna #phonk #chill #memphis

ELEVATOR MUSIC [PROD. GMF, 97]

That southwest playa shii, so roll one and bump this shii max volume 

Yvng & ILLMINDED Ft. IllMindedRosetta(Prod. IllMindedRosetta)

Lost Of Words (ARickyPhenomenom)

BIG XIII TERRORIST

[Verse 1: Lil Dark September]
I be tripping from my fucking head
More from my cellular
I can’t open up no mo
Let this be my messenger 
I can feel it in my heart when hopes ain’t reality
I just gotta face that shit 
piece of mind is all I need
Ain’t a talker no I never was
Speaking through these melodies 
Like Honestly what the fuck do you think these niggas know bout me
This me right now but that’s all you gone ever fucking be
Cant match my energy bitch
Imma let them fuckers see

[Verse 2: Yung Eldritch Shorty]
The bass is fuckin boomin, I change the weather block the sun
The cops been askin where I'm at, but Sasha on the fuckin run
And through the smoke I'm goin ghost, I pop up blow it like Saddam 
We the thirteen terrorist bitch, on the news I blow up like a bomb

If a nigga run back im kickin back i smoke my weed until its gone
I got my niggas in the back they strapped up shootin till its dawn
Lil Sasha never gon react I drag yo body to the pond
I love wearin all black im dripped out just like a nun

[Verse 3: Remy Bux]
my driver almost fucked around and crashed she smelled the weed 
these niggas lost out here step on my ground they pay a fee 
took her to the city spend this bag on bags she prada me 
i tried to keep my distance how come they still nice to me 

don’t tell yo friends bout what i said cause that’s not who i’m tryna be 
i keep my baby close you try to touch you tryna bleed 
this some new money it got me in a whole new type of league 
doing whatever the fuck i want that shit still new to me

G2 (Prod. Sasha's Dying)

Tip of The Sword (Feat. RM$ Blade$) Prod by. The Apparition

Problem Children 2

junkie_sh$t

WELCOME TO DA  BLOCK - 2025-05-05, 10.18 PM

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