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YUNGDEATHLILLIFE

APRIL MOURNING

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My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

T.R.U. (TOTALLY ROTTEN UNDERGROUND)

VINCENT VAN GOGH AIN'T GOT SHIT ON ME

GREY SHEEP II COMING THIS MONTH
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RESIN [PROD. GEEKEY]

ETERNAL GREY 09/11/16

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Eternal Grey

ULTIMATE $UICIDE (FEAT. DENZEL CURRY)

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[Verse 1: Big Grieve]

creeping out the motherfucking tomb
lil' $lick been cursed since the womb
riding in the vette in the projects
couple pills in me with a cocked tec
trigger finger itching from the hi-tech
junkie with a $uicide mindset
aiming for a motherfucking cops head
murder! murder! murder!
now they're all dead!
burning the crucifix
spit on your grave, lil bitch
$carecrow don't give a fuck
eyes rolling back while i'm whipping the lac
we the sharks and we smell some blood
underwater full of slaughter
Grey *59 the gods of horror
kill the priest and burn the alter
see the greys creeping out the corner

[Verse 2: Yung Mutt]

pussy tryna throw some shade, but i'm shrugging
throw shade at ruby you gon have to find a way to block out the sun or something
now that pussy boy struggling
mutt in his bitch now that pussy boy wondering
cut in his wrists got that pussy boy stumbling
all these suckers wanna hate
i ain't gonna lie it makes my fucking day
if it fucking escalates hand Yung Simmie a banana clip
yelling out RIP as the chopper spray
7th ward lord got a grave full of fuckboys buried by the lake
7th ward lord gotta pay
if you want to be a boss hog instead of a fucking slave

275 $UICIDE (FEAT. YUNG SIMMIE)

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[Verse 1: Yung $now]

fucking with the clique, we got a problem
throw em in the dirt and then burn up a fucking dollar
show em what he's worth when he's six feet in the earth
since birth yung plague been rising up out the bottom
all hail the one with the long tail
7 headed dragon breathing fire
make you all bail
all hail to the frozen shogun
slice a frozen ocean open
throw em in and then claim it was all a tall tale
no treasure in my chest
all that is left is a half blacked heart that's decaying
it barely pumps
blood stuck in clumps
what i'm paying for pills all this pain should be numb or delaying
that's it!
i've had enough i'm going to grab my wrist and slash it
don't need a napkin
put me in the casket
ruby dead and bloody matching with the fucking maggots

[Verse 2: Pontius Pilate]

god of the sun 
bitch i shine like the summer
gripping the ak
hanging out the hummer
sent here to make all these pussy boys suffer
reign over the grey and strike fear with the thunder
i am the darkness and i am the negligent
now you not relevant
out of your element
father forgive them for thinking they testing me
father forgive them whenever they rest in peace
smoke in my lungs swallowed pills in my throat
my antidote for that murder he wrote
stuck on this road, i just want to go home
stuck on this dope, and i can't leave it alone
knot in the rope
end my life with a slice
flies will arise when i die by tonight
live by the knife, bitch i been paid the price
you can see death when you look in my eyes

WATER $UICIDE (FEAT. CHRIS TRAVIS)

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VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY

they figure me a dead motherfucker
romeo da black rose
shedding petals
hold me over until they finish digging me a hole
i need a new beginning so i tip toe behind my foe's bitch
unzip, i'm throwing it into that bitch's hole
calling all my enemies the same place where that dick go
fuck an online pussy boy 
talking shit
acting like it was a brick thrown through a window
sticks and stones might break my bones
but words will never hurt me
some slick hoes might catch me froze but soon they will desert me
get rich blow that smoke in o's
don't ever act so thirsty
sick diss though
fuck all this 
slowly die before i'm 30

VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH
isn't it so convincing how that blade slide across my throat
coke residue all in my nose
couple graves dug for my foes and it goes on and on
my girlfriend calling my phone
ain't seen her in about a week
this depression got me weak
ever wake up everyday and you want to die?
life going good 
can't figure out why
blank walls all around me keep the pills near by
play with the nine and then i close my eyes
$uicide only thing gonna gratify this urge to leave
can't you hear my plea?
i'm down on my knees

Tape

KILL YOURSELF (PART IV)

I GOT PROBLEMS AND I CANT SOLVE EM
BUT A NIGGA GOT HOES
NEED DAT BEST BELIEVE ME 
ITS HELLA SAVAGES ROUND ME BOUT TO BLOW
POWDERED COATED LAMBOS ITS STOLEN
DONT ASK ME HOW IT GO
RIDIN ROUND WE LOOTIN HELLA BOOTED
FLEXXIN SPIELBERG SHOOT IT (2X)

CHOPPERS SHOWER WHEN IM IN YO CITY 
CHANCE OF STAINS
 LIL REMAINS DONE BRUNG DA CANES
I CAME I SHOOK DA STATE
NOW WE STRAIGHT DONE BLEW PLACE
SWERVIN IN DA VETTE ITS YOUNG MINOR THREAT
WHO IS NEXT
CUP OF TECH
FEEL NO LOVE
NO HEART IN CHEST
FLOSSIN IM KINDA LOST MAN 
FUCK ALL DIS GUCCI SHIT
DESIGNER BELTS IM SWINGING
RAN EM OUT AND NOW IM RUNNIN SHIT
BADSHIT SAY IT WIT PASSION
OUTLANDISH ACTS WIT
A FOREIGN ACTRESS 
WE NOT THE SAME 
WE LIKE DIFFERENT CLASSES 

[HOOK]

LIGHT DAT BLUNT
TAKE IT TO DA FACE
DIAMONDS DRIPPIN
BLOOD ALL OVER DA PLACE

WHO IS YOU
MEET MY 30 
OO
WHO IS YOU 
MEET MY 30 
OO

BEEN ON SOME YOUNG SHIT
STUPID LIT BOSS BITCH
IM GOING IN LAWLESS
 IM KINDA FLAWLESS
IM OFTEN COUGHIN FROM
BLOWING LOGS AND SHIT 
SLIGHTLY NARCISSIST 
I FEEL JUST LIKE GUCCI
FRESH OUT MARVELOUS
IM OFF DA SHITS

Bad Shit Bootleg

YUNG MINOR THREAT [Prod. Budd Dwyer]

[VERSE I: WHO BOY BOY]

definition of the living dead
got a dead bitch giving head
tulip flowers growing on my bed
rust and blood settle on my lead
broken soul but i'm breaking bread
head dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off
but no swinging like a helicopter
got it covering this chopper
spitting out them yoppas
got the drama with the lama
i can get you to nirvana
run them pockets proper
we create our own karma
balboa out the magnolia
northside soulja
need the keys to the rover
yung scarecrow

[VERSE II: LIL WAAAAAA]

ruby the fucking ape
ruby the fucking orangutan
mumbling nothing
just the discussion of public destruction
i'm up in flames
the soulja by the lake
feeling like i'm in the navy, but i pull up in the tank 
sipping the tang out of an AK
kangaroo the next lane
lame move you looking plain
can't redo the flex mane
camo on my body like i just got back from war
i heard a bang in the bank
ben frank on the floor
back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
i'm trying to finesse the lesser into something more
i'm drawing a blank on who the fuck you is

KILL YOURSELF Part XII: The Dark Glacier Saga

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[VERSE I: LIL MURDER]

watching the sands of the hour glass
sharpen the blades for the circumstance
sit in the dark while i'm in a trance
taking that blade then i let it pass
through my wrist
blood just drips
down and down and down
don't stop
then my blood starts to clot
my heartbeat has been stopped
urge to kill
pop more pills
robbing the pharmacy
mentally illa killa
blood rivers fill my vision
that black eyed midnight dweller
bring my prey back to my cellar
more bodies than a serial killer
not scared of no pigga
.45 blow through my temple

[VERSE II: JAME$ $PLEEN]

cover the whole world up in ash and then laugh at the fact that i destroyed the past
fade to black
all my racks stained with back pain
all my gold chains in blast range
ask myself do i lack fame?
or am i famous because i lack pain?
numb to the stains
numb to the game
numb to the racks that they gave me
fuck it all i take it back
material world using diamonds and pearls as a means of self worth when i could die tomorrow
return to the earth
suicidal since birth
fuck a leader i follow the promise of dirt

KILL YOURSELF Part XVII: The Suburban Sacrifice Saga

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[VERSE I: LIL CHOPPA]

choppa with choppa stay loaded
bullet shells all on your floor
trying to get higher
ruby got fire
i'm fucked up
he fucked up
whole grey fucked up
you done fucked up
passing the blunt
boy you know whats up
whats good my g
drunk driving but its just codeine
keep that heat on my side
welcome to my life everyday
life every niht
we all gon die
prolly gon fry
fuck being sober i stay getting high
40 oz got sipped
purple and yellow and red
only drink i mix
big bag of that dope
drip down my throat

[VERSE II: ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE]

got your bitch besides my coffin
yeah i call her juliet
told her not to weep
just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
i'm out of breath from smoking blunts
i'm too fucked up from sipping tech
was i kissing on your bitch?
or did i kiss the fucking tec?
paint me a new picture
picture that i pictured death
now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
hate all of this bullshit
man i hate all of this stress
imagine that
the more press that we get the closer i can feel my death

FACE IT

[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]

eyes stay bloodshot
both on fetty wap
let them roll back while them drugs do their job
same motherfuckers thinking that they still hot be the same motherfuckers i can't see at the top
6 double 6 til my crucifix
diagnosed a lunatic
blood on me no need to rinse
been dead for years no need to slit
suboxone strips so i don't slip
but all my cravings still exist
shit
sometimes i just need that fix
sometimes i just need that drip
voices say you need that bitch
convinced i'm made to die with it
scripts stay piled up with my sins
sniffing them pills all i feel is bliss
falling from a cliff no saving $lick
fate laid out no changing it
found my piece
accept it
that i am my own apocalypse

[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

digital villain
the sin of the internet
your wifi password is incorrect throw up the set
G59 in full effect
cigarette smoke silhouette
me and slick sloth in the trunk of the vette with pouya in the front headed straight for the check
stains on the blades
no that ain't wet paint
that's your favorite fucking rappers brains on the pavement 
typical drug addict
fictional love at it's finest
i'm pissing away my whole life and it's fine because ruby the cherry is physical
i'm just a piece of shit trying to shine
ignorant swine
what a pitiful try
bitch i'm ripping out spines
$OUTH$IDE$UICIDE
sifting through pine just so i can get high one more time
let me shout i'm high til i die

KILL YOURSELF Part XVIII: The Fall of Idols Saga

I AM THE APOCALYPSE

[VERSE I: NORMAN ATOMIC]

barrel full of gasoline and still they try matching me
plague with the wicked ways
it's back to the rapturing
actually capturing souls in a black canteen
open the cap and become blackened
back to the back of the lac
flicking cigarette ash
got a chain made of crack
i smoke diamonds and laugh at yall strapped with the gat
like i'm actually scared to die
pull the fucking trigger
back to the back
eyes rolling back
spent all my racks
spent it on crack
spent it on smack
look where i'm at
ain't going back
ain't going back

[VERSE II: ANTHONY MARS]

got a heart so cold
remember selling dope
remember selling coke
DEA pulled me over
plain cars, plain clothes
i didn't bend an inch, strictly sticking to the code
few years ago, was masked up
robbing stores
i set em up on craigslist, then
robbed em em at the door
i'm at the bottom trying to eat
i got no hope
fuck
big ben's death had my head fucked up
i'm popping roxys with the benzos
chest fucked up
i guess my lucks up

KILL YOURSELF Part XIX: The Deep End Saga

INTROVERSION 2.0

[Verse: LIL CUT THROAT]

Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
Riding, hanging out the window, screaming "Who wanna die?"
Savage lil addict with 100 bad habits
Say "I need prayer," all I need is my ratchet
Pull up, swang with the blade
Then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey till my grave
Milli rock, sa passe
What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today
Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
Kill mo', kill mo'
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil in cash
Fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh
"Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha"
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R
$carecrow walking in the fog
Life got worse than it was before, ho

[VERSE II: LIL INFECTED]

Prolly cop a script of roxys
Oddy kinda sloppy
Got me dodging all these bodies
Body bag em in the lobby
Dropping adderall in alcohol and then i pop a fucking oxy
I'm a zombie
I'm a motherfucking dead man walking
Speak on oddy name
It's just another dead man talking
Got these dead man stalking
Copy silhouette chalky
Typing out your problems
Just another red handed hawking
Cherry flavored dick
Ruby got these chicken heads squawking
Do it how i does it yeah fuck the way they say they taught me
Please just fucking off me
Plague is pleading for diseases so yall get the fuck up off me
Only saying cheese when i ask how much they brought me
Fuck a frame freeze
Command delete on these fucking paparazzi offspring

KILL YOURSELF Part XX: The Infinity Saga

NOW I'M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS

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