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Lyrics:

Intro:

Please don't tell me that you love me if it is not sentimental
and I'm way too gone off this drink that I might just crash the rental, oh

Hook:

Girl please don't tell me that you love me if it ain't sentimental
I got so geeked up off that punch I think I fucked around and crashed the rental
I hear my liver crying out for help but I need this shit for my mental
I hear my momma crying, foreshadow my future, someone get her a tissue

These are all just the painful thoughts in my head
If I listen to what they sayin' then I'll probably end up dead
Don't even think that God could save my soul cause all I see is red
Y'all love counting sheep but ima count my demons out instead

Verse:

It gets so hard just for me to fall asleep
Middle fingers to my demons they keep fucking up my peace
It's crazy, I ain't even religious, but I keep a Jesus piece
I got a .40 it stay tucked, in case an opp want smoke with me

Ooh-yeah, in case an opp want smoke with this
I got a hollow in this glocky ima leave his lip split
Like Kenji said we fuck with country bitches they love doing dip
I think these haters are some bitches how they love to ride my dick

Bridge:

Oh my mind's so lost
I don't think I can find no way out

Hook:

Girl please don't tell me that you love me if it ain't sentimental
I got so geeked up off that punch I think I fucked around and crashed the rental
I hear my liver crying out for help but I need this shit for my mental
I hear my momma crying, foreshadow my future, someone get her a tissue

These are all just the painful thoughts in my head
If I listen to what they sayin' then I'll probably end up dead
Don't even think that God could save my soul cause all I see is red
Y'all love counting sheep but ima count my demons out instead

Outro:

Count my demons out instead
Count my demons out instead
I think that I crashed the rental

Crashed The Rental (prod. Triazo x Ayoley)

if i die tonight, my mom will never forgive me </3

BLACKED OUT (PROD. @RIP.CATO X @PRODBYREYN)

The Girl in Black

prod. blindcavegoblin

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After all of the shit that we been through, crazy now how you want me to die/
We parted our ways but I’m so confused, and constantly wondering why/
I look up see yo image within the clouds, as I’m reaching for the sky/
I couldn’t see through yo damn facade, I was blinded from the lies/
Girl of yo dreams turned to succubus, you tried to love her she said fuck that shit/
Stressing out as you reminisce, and now you just regretting cuffin it/
In the abyss I hope she fall, for making me think it’s all my fault/
Ripping away the pictures on the walls, chalk it up gotta take that loss/
You miss that bitch, prolly still smell her scent/
Gotta get back used to being by my own, but wait I still got the clique/
And they will never switch, guaranteed that’s a hunnid percent/
Always their when you feeling down, like there is no point to exist/
Yuh, at first I was quick to trust anybody but you brought out the demon within me/
My heart was replaced by an empty void, and now I have no love for giving/
My anger is bottled up, drink my sorrows away until the bottle empty/
Im mentally traumatized, but I’m good at disguising it bet no come near me/

traumatized freestyle

+ traumatized freestyle + [prod. blindcavegoblin]

prod. nekogod

[lyrics]
tossing turning, getting visions/
its like im locked in prison/
i hear the whispers from the corner i dont wanna listen/
i see the fangs i know the mission, boutta fucking bite/
i need a fix to fix the pain behind my fucking eyes/
just another sleepless night/
grip onto my pillow tight/
drugs won’t get you far inside this life, should take my own advice/
unless you pushing weight just like a fat kid on a broken bike/
praying every day but not a single angel cross my sight/
fluorescent lights, padded rooms/
keep me locked away until my cell becomes entombed, I’m so indifferent/
one day I wanna live the next I wanna fucking end it/
traveled down this road before so I know how it finish/
everything is greener but it only lasts a minute/
the devil sick and twisted/

he playing games with me, waiting to snatch me up from the dark/
I’m just lane switching, on the highway put the car in park/
dogging feds, aiming for some heads, death is where I start/
ain’t no in between cause all the good inside me broke apart/

I see the fake inside their heart, I need to vacate the situation/
years ago I was depressed, this the continuation/
my later life has been a mess, don’t think I’m worth saving/
 might find some hope inside the blunt that shit I’m fucking craving/

my light is manufactured/
any happiness I show is what I’m able to capture/
I get the scraps of what is good they get the whole platter/
they suck me in to be their friend, I’ve never run faster/

this evil bastard, he likes to call him self satan/
keeps prescribing me medication I never waste it/
I see a cup of liquor something telling me to taste it/
ive never been sicker, on the floor fucking wasted/

better face it/
& patience will aid it/
go and get some help you’ve spent too many hours  pacing/
contemplating life, you fucking hate it? well you made it/
can’t blame no one besides myself, cut off who I’m aquatinted with/

I keep a grip close, switch on the g-lock case they wanna turn ghost/
posted by my lonely so you finna get the worst/
na you ain’t the first I spin the block and they disperse/ 
fuck vr, get immersed/

this real life, check again you sure I’m nice?/
sprite is turning different colors Easter pink is feeling right/
wrote a song I can’t recite cause I’m to high I’m taking flight/
can’t compete, I’m 30,000 ft, you just a little kite/

waiting for my break before I die, but I’ve been thinking maybe that shit won’t happen while I’m alive/
but I’m sitting tight, only patience ones can survive/
if gods real tell him to come down at 5/
so I can kick him out and then be high by 9/
these roads are mine I came before, nobody safe go call the lord/

STREAM

TRAVELED ROADS (PROD. NEKOGOD)

GROW TF UP! (prod. mathiastyner)

THE FALL OFF

FEENIN! (prod. killing francis)

bigassbearman

B.B.SIMON! (prod. wendigo)

produced by malcriado 

lyrics:

oh to feel your hands run through my hair again 
to hear you call my name id do it all again
to feel your warmth and body on my skin
to have someone around to call a friend
is that too much to ask for? shall I beg?


I can’t forget 
you know that it’s killing me inside
cuz it should’ve been me instead that night
wonder if they’ll remember me when I die
but we’ll never know 

to hear you call my name id do it all again
to feel your warmth and body on my skin
to have someone around to call a friend
is that too much to ask for? shall I beg?

skin

(lyrics:)

why they talkin politics i dont got the time for that
go n hit up CNN if u wan talk where the climates at
i done put so many rappers on you’d think issa cypher track
getchu hit square in the jaw and i aint een have to wind it back
i’m climbin out the underground, y’all stay where papyrus at
man i- ugh.. never mind to that
i was gonna say something to the goats but i dialed back
cuz i remembered i’m hardest bitch outside who be writin raps
flick a rapper to the underground on god he aint climbin back
sell a fourtune to my hater just to go ‘head n buy it back
way this money comin in you’d think a bitch had a wire tapped
if they askin for the smoke i make em smoke they entire pack
like good parents
y’all my children, inspired ahh
want a feature with no money like it doesn’t require that
the fuck out my dms before u covered in tire tracks
i’m fed up wit them sleepin put a boot through they tired ass
can’t believe these bitches thought they ate with them wack opinions
they saying i aint great lil bro on god that shit sack-religious 
they gargling my nuts at least go head work the shaft a bit
and before you comment bullshit, go ahead n stay out my business
fuck an insta page exposing bullshit for comments 
rappers yappin mad as fuck cuz i aint responsive
they actin like they sleepin on me while they be conscious 
shutcho bitch ass up n make some short form content
got me shootin shots.. how tf you aint popped yet?
rinky dink ass bars lil bro where yo mom at?
dont talk to me again after u went n’spat that nonsense
like a hood thats too full 
bro we dont want more projects
pack it up lil homie
leave that bullshit in yesterday
i done made the same pre-set you got in the seventh grade
got a google doc could send ya whole career up to heavens gate
quit the hatin’ bitch go pop another shroom n go meditate

ISSBROKIE! - MANE WHO TF???😭 (prod. brokebwoy)

(lyrics:)

(hook:)
i got the beats and the jams
weed make yo mans
prolly tweak off a gram
took weeks off the gram
cuz my comments tryna speak on the plan
how tf i’m finna beef witta fan?
heat fo ya mans
if he really tryna tweet bout the fam
that ctrl alt delete in my hand
grip, squeeze, it don’t jam
808 gon break the speakers again
iss impossible to sleep on yo aunt

(verse:)
get up outta bed, tryna get shit done
my old friends on my dick like they expect sum
a broke bitch never gave away a penny once
my flow switch day n night like the setting sun
if a rapper want beef then its wellington
fuck a beef bitch, open up the eddison
or FL make a track how you cant outrun
the broke shawdy wit the guns 
when its said n done
i’m tryna buy my mom a house on the beach
type clout you cant teach
cop land on a hill 
thas a house you cant reach
all blue a bitch bills
i aint even rolled deep
but if you tryna get killed
then come for me
like “aw shit”
smokin on opps til i get nauseous 
i got profit
shawdy rappin like gods profit
i cough off zips
i’m offa antibiotics 
i often 
murder a beat put it in coffin
i got dis
how much longer can brokie talk dis
hawt shit
rappers aint yappin bout me they lock lipped
thigh high socks lil thottie the gyatt got grip
walk on ya block i’m prolly the most poppin
marry poppin
umbrella lil bitch i got drip
my guap is
really unstoppable automatic
i’m walkin 
out wit my dawg
wallace and gromit
blonde chick
college degree
she gimme knowledge 
boss bitch
brand new merchandise gettin drop-shipped
obviously flowin i’m goin til its obnoxious 
flawless, kick a rapper eyes out they sockets
it dont take a problem solved to know y’all not shit

(hook:)
i got the beats and the jams
weed make yo mans
prolly tweak off a gram
took weeks off the gram
cuz my comments tryna speak on the plan
how tf i’m finna beef witta fan?
heat fo ya mans
if he really tryna tweet bout the fam
that ctrl alt delete in my hand
grip, squeeze, it don’t jam
808 gon break the speakers again
iss impossible to sleep on yo aunt

JAMS! (prod. pipe bomb)

AFTERMATH

AT ALL

LYRICS:

(hook:)
idk why these rappers wan talk on my name like i aint makin hits on a daily basis  
they just mad they make music nobody playin
and my jewelry drip like precipitation 
posted nudes on my story i got too faded
i’m that thicc little chick that they aint replacin
i said fuck social media too much hatin
while y’all busy wit dat imma be the greatest
all these artists are cappin these rappers fakin
they dont really be strapped they just wanna say it
brokie really be strapped wit the heat and blade i’m on yo block witta choppa to leave it vacant 
wendigo on the prod thats an evil placement 
i cant fuck wit nobody who isnt famous
i cant fuck wit no broad who want me to save em
but if she wan give top i’m gon be filated

(verse:)
lil bitch i came through wit da red dot
it hit his head-top
he gettin took off the list
talkin on me leave yo neck chopped
then on my next stop
imma go get in yo bitch
we makin movies like redbox
talk on the set wrong
we getchu shot out yo fit
gang in yo buildin like spec ops
might get a fed popped
brokie cant fuck witta snitch
bitch, i aint the shit?
stop it
all my haters just talk to be talkin
all my haters wan beef cuz i’m poppin
in a couple of weeks they wan’ squash it
“tryna shoot?” only way i’m responding 
cuz i brought it, i get to choppin
after that i’mma fuck on yo mom quick
dat bitch takin my kids 
they adopted
woah
lookin in the mirror
and it feels so sick
everybody wanna look like me
ay
buddy so shook by me
all because i had a strap 
“aye what size are those, og?” ay
i said that shit just to scare him
that shit worked
it made him pee ay
but really i’m keepin shit P
got the pack on my body
yo bitch like “it reeks” ay
you aint in the field you just talk on forums
dat boi think he the opp but my set adore him
i just hopped in the lexus to buy a foreign 
i’m that chick witta blade now i feel like corrin
we might kick in yo door like we special forces
got a K on my feet these are special jordans
gotta chop witta light its gon metamorph him
run it back to the hook cuz this shit is borin

(hook:)
idk why these rappers wan talk on my name like i aint makin hits on a daily basis 
they just mad they make music nobody playin
and my jewelry drip like precipitation 
posted nudes on my story i got too faded
i’m that thicc little chick that they aint replacin
i said fuck social media too much hatin
while y’all busy wit dat imma be the greatest
all these artists are cappin these rappers fakin
they dont really be strapped they just wanna say it
brokie really be strapped wit the heat and blade i’m on yo block witta choppa to leave it vacant 
wendigo on the prod thats an evil placement 
i cant fuck wit nobody who isnt famous
i cant fuck wit no broad who want me to save em
but if she wan give top i’m gon be filated

I DO DIS DAILY! (prod. wendigo)

HARDSTONE PSYCHO

TORE UP

Under The Sun feat. J. Cole, Lute & DaBaby

Bankrol Hayden - Pain Is Temporary
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Bankrol Hayden - Brothers (feat. Luh Kel)

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