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PROD. ME

CHOOSING TO BE AN ARTIST IS A MENTAL ILLNESS
I'M PROBABLY GONNA QUIT MAKING MUSIC SOON
I JUST DO NOT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
I PLAYED THIS SONG ON TOUR A LOT

I SMOKE FREEBASE CRACK LIKE HUNTER BIDEN

LYRICS:

SAID I DON'T GET ONLINE AND ASK YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU FIGHT
THEY DECIDE
I SIT BACK AND STACK MY FUCKING VOCAL TRACK
CATCH YOU RIGHT OUTSIDE I'M ON THIS BUS FOR FUCKING 25
THEY DECIDE
IF I EVER SEE THE DAY I'M 25

WHY WOULD I SPEND ANY TIME ON MAKING WHAT I THINK YOU WANT
I CAME OUT TO STAND ON TOP HIS NECK JUST LIKE A FUCKING COP
I KEEP WISHING DEATH ON ALL MY FRIENDS AND I CAN'T MAKE IT STOP
I CAN'T EVEN TAKE MYSELF TO BED BECAUSE HE NEED TO ROT

I KNOW WHERE I'M FUCKING UP AND WHERE I GOT MY SHIT ON LOCK
I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING WANT
MAYBE YOU'RE UPSET BECAUSE I WORK AND NOW THEY GIVE A FUCK
SORRY THAT YOU FEEL LIKE I'M YOUR ENEMY I'M REALLY NOT

TELL ME IF YOU HEAR IT IN MY VOICE THAT I'M NOT FEELING RIGHT
I BEEN UP FOR HOURS AT THIS POINT SO IT'S ON FUCKING SIGHT
I GIVE UP ON MUSIC ALL IT DOES IS MAKE ME FUCKING FIGHT
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I EVEN WANTED SO I REALLY MIGHT

I COULD TALK TO EVERY SINGLE FRIEND AND I STILL FEEL ALONE
I PUT EVERY PART OF WHO I AM AND I GOT NONE TO SHOW
I SPEND EVERY DAY IMPRESSING PEOPLE I DON'T FUCKING KNOW
IF I COULD I'D FUCKING DISAPPEAR THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED THOUGH

I KNOW PEOPLE THINK I GOT IT SET DON'T FUCKING TALK LIKE THAT
WORRY 'BOUT MY FRIENDS JUST LIKE I CARE THEN I DON'T CALL THEM BACK
I CAN'T EVEN WALK OUTSIDE 'CAUSE NOTHING MAKE ME HAPPY, BET
TELL YOUR FRIENDS EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET

FUCK YOUR EXPECTATIONS, ANTI-MEDICATED PIECE OF SHIT
WHY WOULD I DESERVE IT ALL I EVER DID WAS FUCKING BITCH
EASIER IT'S SAID THAN DONE BUT WISH I MAKE YOU FUCKING SICK
SHIT DON'T REALLY MATTER THAT'S 'CAUSE NOTHING EVER

IM BACK HAHAHAHA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKRTvIUkOAc

Chop Chop

CHOP CHOP (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Produced by MKULTRA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOpMEgyQUPE

Lyrics:

I’m in LA
I’m in too wealthy
Drive my limo past a tent
Castle

They tryna sell me
Overwhelming
Behind my window thats
The end black hole


This living is divisive
Is a vision debunked
Yea imma cynic who be winning
Cause i live for the drugs

Yea im living above
Trickle down
To your plug
Everything that you been given
Got from me im your judge

the apocalyptic
Limits getting hit
Boutta blow up
Everything in ashes
Masses nowhere to go but

Down

fuckin around

ripple effect

I’m waves right now


Woah

This shift tectonic

We’re burning

Lets jump on it

Ohh

Come get with

Clauneck

Pay debts

Success hypnotic

We on it

This narcotic

Sell your body

Get retarded

Lets party

Disregarding

City falling

Into darkness

I’m in LA
I’m in too wealthy
Drive my limo past a tent
Castle

They tryna sell me
Overwhelming
Behind my window thats
The end black hole


U have this fascination
U have but can’t explain it
U have my mask you date it
Pay my rate inflated cost

Perfect this mass elation
Inferno mass damnation
Object your masterbation
On display one day forgot

SNIFFIN BLOW, DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD
WINDOWS TINTED BLACK CANT SEE THESE HEATHENS
HOPE MY FRIENDS DONT SEE MY DEMONS
HOPE THEY DONT TAKE MY CASH AWAY

RUN INTO THE NIGHTTIME
WISHIN I COULD ESCAPE
TOWERS FULL OF GREED
AND THE STREETS FULL OF SICKNESS

ALL THIS SMOKE I CANT BREATHE
CANT SEE WHATS IN FRONT OF ME
DONT TRY TO CATCH ME 
IM ALREADY FALLIN

OH, IM SCHIZOPHRENIC
AND I DONT NEED A CLINIC
OH, IM SO PSYCHOTIC
DROWN MY FEELINS WITH NARCOTICS

I’m in LA
I’m in too wealthy
Drive my limo past a tent
Castle

They tryna sell me
Overwhelming
Behind my window thats
The end black hole


U have this fascination
U have but can’t explain it
U have my mask you date it
Pay my rate inflated cost

Perfect this mass elation
Inferno mass damnation
Object your masterbation
On display one day forgot

I WONT LIE DOWN
TIL I RULE THE WORLD
YOU WILL BOW DOWN
WASH THE STREETS WITH BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT

TO THE CITY I GO
THE CITY OF FALLEN ANGELS
TO THE CITY I GO
THE CITY OF FALLEN ANGELS

City Of Fallen Angels (Feat. Teenage Disaster) (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Rendering by @sleepspiritual on IG art by TRIPLE777

Lyrics:

20 going on 21 man these are some high stakes,
My direction changed from what I thought would really Take shape,
Dawg it’s been a trip I gotta say this shit is headaches,
I’ve seen people throw they life away cause they got bad taste,
I’ve seen people throw they mind away for sips of Cabernet,
I’ve seen people smoke they life away they all now ashtrays,
Snowflakes and mad fakes,
Hate me both I give or take,
I just don’t want your mistakes to become all of my mistakes,
Took a minute the mirror the biggest critic,
I was always really witit,
But my mind just won’t admit it,
I said fuck it and I did it and promise to never quit it
Rarely reminisce about the past I motha fuckin lived it,
Bitches,
Now throw your hands up,
Cause I be comin for my money with this anthem, 
Bitches,
Now throw your hands up,
Cause I be comin for my money with this anthem,
(Claire Young harmonizing)
I lost a couple grand,
And Made it back again,
I Lost a couple fans,
Cause I cut off some friends,
I lost a couple grand,
And Made it back again,
I Lost a couple fans,
Cause I cut off some friends,
I ain’t spittin no half truth,
Only that full truth,
I’m sipping that sweet tea cold brew with the fondue,
Don’t act like I know you,
The shit that I’ve been through,
I see a snake in the grass I gotta birds eye world view, 
Bitch,
I thought that I told you,
I’m livin in tomorrow yesterday is some old news,
Don’t deal in melodrama or the shit you think hold you,
They antagonize and patronize I’m so real it’s taboo,
So I ask you,
Will I matter when I’m gone,
When the curtains fall down and the lights turn off,
Will I matter at all,
I don’t know who to give it to so I give it to god i said,
Bitches,
Now throw your hands up,
Cause I be comin for my money with this anthem, 
Bitches,
Now throw your hands up,
Cause I be comin for my money with this anthem,
(Claire Young harmonizing)

ANTHEM

ANTHEM - FT. CLAIRE YOUNG (PROD. T7)

TAKES 2 TO KILL ME

MASK (FEAT. BLCKK)

[slevpy]
It’s the day of the dead when I’m rolling down your block
Got a inferred beam on the 4.5 glock

Boy you a puppet, ever you ever do is talk
But I don’t give a fuck cuzz I’m steady getting guap

my homies in the back prolly kill you for the clout
And when I’m tryna speak you but shut your damn mouth
wanna see the devil then go and let a word out
I’m grim reaper boy you can fuckin find out 

I ain’t never need a bitch, why y’all hitting up my phone
When out making bread y’all better leave me alone
only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong
Im always off the gas, holey shit im always stoned

U talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do
I’ll be Hitting head shots like duck duck goose
I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop
And fuck yea dead homies, you’ll dead wit em too

[swish]
fuck yo dead homies 
i been staying a glock
9 mm take skin off yo top
bad lil hoe
heard she was a thot
had her give me head cause the bitch not hot
when i slide through the block
got em chanting my name
all for the money
gon run up the fame
too much paper
driving (drive-in) me insane
so when i look at you im ready to spray
big ak
got camos up on it
like no call of duty
but she call, she want it
king of the dead
so who being honest
i fuck with yo bitch
n then break her like promise
we ran a train
i call the boy thomas
and we balling out
had me playing like giannis
too much bands
can't tell what im wanting
im king of the dead
bitch who is you taunting

[slevpy]
It’s the day of the dead when I’m rolling down your block
Got a inferred beam on the 4.5 glock

Boy you a puppet, ever you ever do is talk
But I don’t give a fuck cuzz I’m steady getting guap

my homies in the back prolly kill you for the clout
And when I’m tryna speak you but shut your damn mouth
wanna see the devil then go and let a word out
I’m grim reaper boy you can fuckin find out 

I ain’t never need a bitch, why y’all hitting up my phone
When out making bread y’all better leave me alone
only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong
Im always off the gas, holey shit im always stoned

U talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do
I’ll be Hitting head shots like duck duck goose
I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop
And fuck yea dead homies, you’ll dead wit em too

DAY OF THE DEAD - Feat. 666swish (prod.$upreme) *ON ALL PLATFORMS*

this ain’t what you want [prod. dustin]

NOINTRODUCTION!

NO INTRODUCTION! (feat. Bumboi x Day$okee)

LYRICS:

THIS NOT HOW SHIT WORK
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU INVINCIBLE
YOU JUST BEEN UPSET SO YOU BEEN LYING TO THE INTERNET
FOCUS ON MY WORK
ACT LIKE I'M INVISIBLE
I BEEN OUT IN CALI MAKING MONEY WITH MY FUCKING SET
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW NO BETTER
WHO FUCKING RAISED YOU
SHIT I COULD DO IT BETTER
SAID PUT Y'ALL HANDS UP
SHOOT FIRST ASK QUESTIONS LATER
I WANT MY MOTHERFUCKING CREDIT BITCH I BLEED PAPER

DON'T NEED NO HELP TO FUCK MY LIFE UP
FIGURE I KEEP LIVING HOW I'M LIVING SPED MY TIME UP
BITCH I DON'T PICK IT BUT I'M RIGHT
SHIT I'LL BE BETTER ONCE I SENT YOU IN THAT LIGHT
I'M SPINNIN' BROCK THEN FIFTY I CAN'T PICK WHAT TIME IT IS
I'M WAKIN' UP ON FUCK A DAY I'M LIVING IN THIS BITCH
SHIT MY DEPRESSION COMING BACK AND HITTIN' HARDER SHIT
BUT I'LL LET THAT KILL ME ONCE I SEEN YOU HATE I'M FUCKING RICH

THIS NOT HOW SHIT WORK
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU INVINCIBLE
YOU JUST BEEN UPSET SO YOU BEEN LYING TO THE INTERNET
FOCUS ON MY WORK
ACT LIKE I'M INVISIBLE
I BEEN OUT IN CALI MAKING MONEY WITH MY FUCKING SET
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW NO BETTER
WHO FUCKING RAISED YOU
SHIT I COULD DO IT BETTER
SAID PUT Y'ALL HANDS UP
SHOOT FIRST ASK QUESTIONS LATER
I WANT MY MOTHERFUCKING CREDIT BITCH I BLEED PAPER

I GOT MY CASE FITTED
TWO MINUTES
I BE IN A DIFFERENT CITY
CUT LIMITS
FIGURE OUT IT'S ME PICKING
STILL DRINKING
I DON'T NEED TO TAKE PICTURES
I'M STILL IN IT

WOAH x32

BUG [PROD. LUNAR VISION]

Said I've been chillen myself I never ask no one for help like if im down i said just let me pass away aye 


I'm always stuck up in my mind I'm steady blinding my third eye the demon making me feel Things I never felt aye


These bullets make u press rewind I turn a bitch into some swine Im pressing play and then I watch his body melt aye


I'm making sure no one survives inside the lie we call life you think you good but Imma meet yo ass in hell aye



Bitxh I done had enough 

Smoking on that special stuff

How u say u hate me when yo girl showing me all kinds of love 


Uh what's the word I've been so high like a bird when I pop up in this bitch my gun not sounding like a chirp on


Uh you is dirt bitch I'm puffin the earth how much o


I can learn but that not yo concern 

Maybe you should get some money and quit worrying about my worth 


What I heard she told me I'm the worst



Oh I'm absurd how come u just ate the curb



SEE U IN HELL! (PROD. SIXTHSIN)

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