Egodeath

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save yourself

Still Cold / Pathway Private

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My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

KILL YOURSELF (Part III)

Bad Dreams

4. BAD DREAMS FT. JGRXXN & RAMIREZ

Produced by @itsampoff

A chill cover of Maroon 5's Sunday Morning.
Hope you enjoy!

Your sunday (sundaymorning) - Sunny Shin (prod. Ampoff)

TRUST NOBODY

TAZ - GHOST RIDER

[VERSE I: Romeo da Black Rose]

Take me home
take me home
it's the one place I can rest in peace
turn off my phone
so many messages I wish I could just delete
questioning my existence
questioning my decisions
burning down all the bridges
dig a moat
now I'm finished
sorry don't want you to visit, no
one last pic and I'll be gone
make it count
put the flash on
never really felt like I belonged
so I'll be on my way
and I won't be long
I'll be dead by dawn
I'll be dead by dawn
I'll be dead by dawn

[VERSE II: Lil' Dark]

Scrolling through my texts
shit I left unread
never trying to deal with it
there's bliss up in my ignorance
10 dope dealers
ex want me to see her
can't trust her
don't believe her
reply turn into a needle
don't wanna do it again
got shit I'm not trying to relive
head fucked up and I'm sick
these old habits will kill me quick
quicker than I can blink
quicker than I can think
lift me up
don't want to sink
pour me up
I need a drink
what the fuck do I do when sabotage is all I know?
I done dug myself my own grave in this hole
Kill me slow, slow
curtains close low
fuck
I don't see what's the point of going on
no

...And to Those I Love, Thanks for Sticking Around

...AND TO THOSE I LOVE, THANKS FOR STICKING AROUND

FukPopularity (prod. Enoidd)

SLiDE

5AM ft. Mavo (Prod. Antonio West)

EGODEAT (prod. KLIMONGLUE)
747 HHM NEPHILIM TRASH
ACAB KILL 2020 
Official music video: 
lyrics:
50 drum, glozzy cocking watch your lungs split
40 racks all on me, now I'm looking sun kissed
wussup, said he want it so we smoke em up
eliante on the bezel hanging off my wrist/
put my fist up in your bitch,
shawty said she love that shit,
now we smoking out the zip, we rolling green up like a witch
Keep a chopper with a dick on em, I'm never gonna miss,
caught some bodies playing victim, way I'm always in the mix.
Broke my knuckle on your lip, what's up,
40 bricks im bout to flip i lost my job don't give a shit, bitch
yellow diamonds look like piss, i be chopping all these snakes up you gon finna hear me hiss
40 thousand dollars in my bank, no need to count that shit
i fell in love with money so im always out here counting it
all these artists fake they hearing gunshots and they cowering, i pull up on your block and leave a pussy rapper counterfeit,
lil bitch, where the money at? i know you're out here housing it, i never play with killers you a pussy and you're proud of it,
pillaging up your villa i go bump in the night, .45/5 with the potato to cut the sound of it/
cock back and i bang, click clack and i paint, smoke gas by the day, flak jacket in the bank, trash mask on the face
Yoppa make em levitate, i aint got a gang I've got a chopper like a heavyweight. no we cannot talk to much i never wanna converse
never switching lanes cu all these rappers wanna follow me, twenty in my pocket rocket shooting harmonies, fuckin on your bitch i want her soul ut gave her heart to me, put lead up in your arteries/
i got shooters who got get you on the low, yeh
i got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, yeh
smoke so much that i can never find my phone, i might just buy another one i might just stay the fuck alone, yeh

EGODEATH! (Video in Desc)

*RE UPLOAD*

Stream:

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/torchfvce/force-flex-2

Lyrics:

(Hook)
Bitch I’m ten toes down so I don’t even trip
One look from yo bitch she say she like my drip
IMDB shooter cause he keep the clip
Offense, block em block em, if they comin blitz
I stay focused on the bag I blame the adderall
I don’t really fuck with you bitch yeah like not at all
Countin while I laugh I’m nomad bitch, I ball
got it by myself don’t need no help from y’all

(Verse 1)
They be like torch, how you drip so hard and you aint even on?
Bitch I’m gettin to this baggie and it’s legal, lemme flaunt
I came up, heaven sent, bitch my streams pay all my rent
Focused in, held it down, one man army regiment
Bitch I’m Vincent Vega my bitch look like Mia Wallace
Pulp fiction vision Sammy Jackson pistol flawless
Leave you jawless, bitch I’m lawless
I’m an outlaw seeking solace
Bitch you droppin steady floppin
Force flexin bitch you garbage

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
fucked a bitch straight outta college
She got addies in her pockets
Got her focused on my fashion
Paint my nails with her best polish
Took one hit of this gelato had me out of here
I don’t do no drugs so that my mind is clear
I’m in Off white bitch I broke a bag just for my sneakers
Bitch I spent a couple hundred that’s just for my beaters
Yeezy for the comfort no more vans, they make my feet hurt
Fucked your bitch bed on Roddy Rich cause that shit be like “ee-er”

(Hook)

Mixed//Master by Landis Pearce at Unify Sound Lab.

Force Flex

Force Flex (Prod MathiasTyner)

Lyrics:
Ill put your ass in the dirt,
First muthafuckas in the hearse,
Probably thinking,
I hit his whole family with a curse,
I'm the worst,
Cursed by this muthafuckin demon,
I cant hear nothing around me,
Cause the voices always screaming,
Wrist slit,
Cut by the muthafuckin blade,
You see the smile on my face,
Gotta fake it everyday,
You wanna test,
Push me to the muthafuckin edge,
I'll cut out your fuckin throat,
And walk around with your head,
Like a warrior,
Blade tucked,
Let that fucking thing bust,
All the hating that you fucking doing aint change us,
A hundred likes and one dislike,
You just a salty ass bitch,
Cause you aint take flight,
Your music trash hoe,
& Aint nobody really listening,
You diss me in a track,
I promise you will never spit again,
Adrenaline is inside of my body,
Imma pull the pin,
And toss the grenade inside of the air,
And watch it spin again,
Then blow up,
Every single year I grow a little more,
A little more pussy in my life,
I'm bout to hit a tour,
If you dont think im bout the shit that I be talking about,
Then pull up on me muthafucka,
You will not be walking out,
Don't give a fuck,
If i die or go to jail,
Cause Thats the price that you pay when you burn in hell,
Take the match out,
Get the gasoline,
We bout to burn your fucking crib,
Into smithereens,
-----
Hook:
You muthafuckas got a problem,
Open your mouth,
What you say,
Spit it out with your chest,
If you got something to say,
When see me,
Don't put your head down,
What you say,
You was talking online,
Now say it to my face,
You a bitch,
X2
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Second Verse:
Yeah we scam,
Right,
You should fucking know,
Shut your muthafuckin mouth,
You a bitch a hoe,
Stop asking for a handout,
I dont want no damn clout,
I aint worried bout your fucking lane
I'm tryna stand out,
Fuck every corny rapper in your damn team,
You be tryna act like we is cool,
But that ain't what it seems,
When you see me,
You be like man yo we gotta work,
Fuck the fake shit,
Thats how you get hurt,

GASOLINE TO FLAMES (Prod. Yung Pear)

GRIM $LUGGV - I FINESSE (feat. $limGrim)
Recording/Mixing/Mastering by GRIM $LUGGV
Artwork by GRIM $LUGGV

Force Flex (Prod MathiasTyner)

TORCHFVCE