You may laugh (You may laugh ha ha) When you see me cry (When you see me cryin', when you see me cryin') Oh you gonna laugh When I tell you goodbye, ho¡¡

The Upload

BST INTRO (PROD. TYPE-ONE)

BURNOUT ft TYPE-ONE (Prod by DJ VILIFY)

LYRICS:
You don’t know about me, always keep it on the low
Never know when I'm in town, maybe waiting at your home
Lord knows I'm about that, but you bitches don’t
Tell these phonies time to ride see how many bitches wont
Nowadays switching up is so common you don’t know 
Who's brethren who's ur foe, if they low key want ya hoe
Ima preacher of my city I've been thru it, I dont show
Cuz displaying my emotions lead to bullets to ur dome
I ain't mad at ya playa, we don't ever need to talk
But you come around my ends, guarantee you'll never walk
Haters talk like they swole, twitter fingers all they know
Till they fuck around and find out who gone let the shotty blow
I don't know why they hating on me, imma keep it real
People change, acting like they just got a major deal
Lil bitch calm down you ain't shit and never will
Say my name all in ur songs, maybe that will pay ur bills huh

Santo Malo bitch I have fallen from the stars 
I created muthafuckers that have studied all my songs 
Your no G and  your no God you're a bitch Where we from
Need to stop with that talk when you know your no thug 
All the fucking  things  you do and all the dumbass shit you say 
Have a price when you claim that your a beast in the flames 
Your no friend you are fake telling people that you ain't 
Real muthafuckers don't need to prove anything 
We will all fucking die there's nobody that will win
You are focused on this music without the business side of it 
Everybody's fucking selfish and forget to feed their kids 
Throwing money at these bitches that they always worshipping 
Don't forget about  the people that have helped you all succeed 
All these Music groups are thinking that they gangsters in the streets 
Taking selfies with their weapons that they purchased with ID 
Silly little children don't portray what you can't ever fucking be

DUST 2 DUST

DUST 2 DUST FEAT. LORD WICKED x SLVG

MR.DR. [PROD CARELEAN]

IceManeThaKingpin X JohnnyDe4D - Late Night [prod.Sk1nwalkr$hawtyy]

3:24 am (prod. nᴀyz)

once again (prod.isvvc)

Crucified Click - In Tha Wind [Prod. Isvvc]

DAENEMY.wav

BLØØD¥ MØN£¥ (R£MIX)

BAGGITUARIAN (PROD. DJ MUSTARD)

8D Jazzy Love - Escape into Love, Moonlight, and Chill Reflections

8D Jazzy Love 9

Sit back and relax your mind with this soothing Instrumental graced by Zoey's soulful harmonic background hums.

Midnight Hums by Zoey

(interlude)prod djzozodubai

Ned Bundy - Burns (Prod. Ned Bundy)

Lyrics:

Lock down
You don’t wanna come and fight 
I got a hundred thousand reasons 
You should stay outta sight 
I see the blood drip down
Vision goes black and white 
I stab myself and watch the red 
Stream down to the floor
Slide the knife cross my wrist
Rinse it all off in the sink
I’m the god damn zombie 
With a taste for revenge
I fucking bring the shit that makes you wanna snap a bitch in half
Hit the gas and ram a busta motherfucker
In the grass

Say you got money
But you broke as fuck
You wanna run that lip
But you ain’t fuckin tuck
Nah when I see you out in person
Imma make you duck
All of yo music fucking sucks 
And yo clique just a fan club
When I see you you gon die today
Split yo lip and make you sway
Chain you to the ceiling 
By yo feet and watch you pass out
Wake you with the blade
Never let you run away
If you peer into my eyes
You see the fire from the hate
Let it fuel all my rage
As it forms a pathway 
I got dozens of ideas 
To bring all the fucking pain
I am sick of yo face
Lemme solve that real quick
Cut it off and hear you scream
And beg for shit 
That you know I don’t fuckin give

Lock Down
You don’t wanna fuck around with me
Hang yo neck up by a tree
And break yo neck that’s how I see it
Wendigo in my brain
I am insane
Sick of dodging all these feelings
Mane I’m boutta embrace
I’m living with the devil
Bitch we share the same body
I am what you fear
And if I’m not you are nobody
Leave no body at the scene
Police don’t know what they see
Blood and guts are everywhere
But they can’t fucking see me

Looking in my soul
You can’t see nothing I’m a hole
I share my body with the god of death
He has taken control
I let the demon do what must be done
And cull these motherfuckers
Man I hate these stupid bitches
Get the hell out of my way 
Unless you wanna get a blade pushed through yo body and your face
Are you no match for me
I’m making thousand bodies turn to energy
Feasting on their energies 
Hopefully they keep coming 
Many men gon die today
By my hand and the fuckin reaper G
Stick em with the motherfucking blade
I’m about to murder with a dagger today
All you bustas are no match for me
The Magick manifests my Chi 
Dump you in a lake after our battle
Has come to a freeze
Finish off yo men 
And let them know you left them cowardly

FUEL MY HATE

FUEL MY HATE [prod. FALLEN]

PLAYAMADERECORDS
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ǝɹǝɥʍou oʇ qnlɔ ǝʌısnlɔxǝ

CONTACT - TYPE.ON33@gmail.com

BST INTRO (PROD. TYPE-ONE)

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