LIFE LESSONS FEAT PDUB

SLOE'D UP CLICK x 9 BALL POSSE EXCLUSIVE 

AYZE YAYO x CHIEFSTA - SMOKE A SACK (PROD. MYSTIC)

MAD DAWG FEAT ZACH RABBIT

SELAH 04

TAGGINHOZ FEAT.DJVSIREN (PROD.MYSTIC)

|| LYRICS || 5th track 
Its tha livin dead
Livin inside my head
All thse mf mutilations
Fulla of that Drink, natural flavors bitch
Smokin on that muha meds
Chiefsta takin a swig of that
5th 
40% 
Chase it down wid a blunt bitch
Walking around like da livin dead
Got my empty bottle in my hand
Next to my mista reaper
This nightdreamer
Catches all the striking frightenin nightmares 
Da angel of death, Praise the 
 Voodoo practicing
Bury ur gallery in the ground bitch 
Tiptop comin at cha widd this rare shi
Type of evil doin
 That Blair witch project in the woodz.
 footage of your last day
Cradles of the graves
Bustas better make sum some way
Persuade from all these woke possessions mane, 
Kill all the priests n popes
 beheaded of the executions 
 Blood print over his face
It’s those revolutions times
Concern for my devils
Heaven ain’t a place we gots to leave or gots to see
He’s back from tha living dead
Tiptop Druid n chiefd 
For the demons sons
Bitch you ain’t becoming one of us
His remains stuffed in a body bag
Be half of his soul still trying to speak WID you
Magic cards, OUIJABOARDs, all the above of
evil, healing my peoples, 
humans beings don’t control shi
Only the living dead spirits do.
Only one I cheers wid my mf bruj 
Fuck u n ur crew, 
we got the druid tiptop in dis bitch,
U cannot fuck wid tha CUSCHE clique n the cvrsed clvn you son of a bitch,
It’s cvsche click in this mf ho
CVSCHE CLICK IN THA PRODUCTIONS..

CHIEFSTA - LIVIN’ DEAD (Prod.TIPTOPDADRUID) (VOL.2)

THEWITCHINGHOUR[2025]

WHERE YA MIND AT [ft. TYP3ON3]

bandcamp

BERIMBAU XXXTENTACION

The Collapse Of Man prod by HANASHI

Another single from the upcoming album, "Out Tha Dark". Coming soon.

Produced by Slyye

Lyrics: 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 

I’m smoking up on the lettuce 
That be so devilish 
The stinky green cabbage I just got to have it 
To roll it up in a spliff 
And I be kicking back like a mack 
On the track chilling
I crack a cold one after smoke fills my lungs 
Cuz a nigga been making a killing 
A nigga out here got to make dividends 
If I’m making good money then I got to spend
If you come for my money, it won’t be that funny 
Cuz I’m not the one to pretend 
Ain’t got time for that fuck shit 
I’ll pull up to the function 
You niggas got no motion 
You niggas doing nothing 
You niggas ain’t smoking with me 
The S to the L to the double Y E
I keep a small circle cuz niggas be tripping 
Like seven damn days of the motherfucking week 
As I said before
I’m just tryna keep my peace
I keep my piece next to me up on my side 
When I ride it’s beside me upon the car seat
Let’s take a trip as I’m ripping a spliff 
In my whip bumping player shit, booming so loud
I’m driving so smooth man I feel like Goku 
When he riding the nimbus cloud
And I’m just tryna chill
I want to stack my bills 
So I'm just tryna chill
Don’t give a fuck about how you feel

You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t

Understand, you cannot smoke with me 
If you’re bringing that drama
I don’t give a fuck I will not pass the blunt 
To a fool not obeying this dogma 
Some people got negative karma 
To which I don’t want to be part of the mantra 
Best believe that I want to be left alone chilling 
And if you the same then holler 
I got to make more dollars 
So I can hang and pop my collar 
This life too short for stressing everyday
Don’t want to make it harder 
Don’t even want to bother 
Worrying about shit that’s just out of my hands 
Sometimes you got to pivot quick 
And modify your plans 
Understand, sometimes a player 
Got to sit back and roll with the punches 
In this life there ain’t someone 
Whose handing out free lunches
I’m rolling Dutch’s with a duchess 
In the Sucka Free studio 
If you missed the invitation 
Best believe you cannot go 
You trizzicks cannot get like me 
You cannot buy my steelo 
You can’t inflate my ego 
Cuz I’m just another negro 
And I’m just tryna chill
I want to stack my bills 
So I'm just tryna chill
Don’t give a fuck about how you feel
Hoe

You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t

You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t

Cannot Smoke With Us

Cannot Smoke With Us (Prod. Slyye)

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