Man it don't impress me
Pop his ass to next week
I just popped a xan
Cuz the lord didn't bless me
Feeling like the man
just get up out my set please
Feeling like a hunned grand
please don't test me

Feeling like a hunned grand
Fuck with us again
You gone end up in the 187
Code for the death
You talking all this Shit
but you ain't say what you did
Doctors put me on the meds
Now I just won't forgive

Man I might go MIA
Take me to my grave
Where my coffin rest
tell me where I stay
Tell me where I lay

Cuz I'm Down with 187
Send yo ass to heaven
Put you in the dirt
Like I'm kendrick
Catch you outside of church

Cuz I'm down with 187
When I'm with my brethren
Getting all the bread
But the reaper cold
Reminding me of death

Man I'm down with 187
Can't you see
Smoke too much so I can't even dream

Dial 187
I don't think I'll go to heaven
I've been talking to my demons
I've been screaming at the wall
I've been screaming at myself
I've been waiting on a call
I've been calling out for help
Yeah I know that imma fall
Imma crash imma burn
Inna pit
No my soul was never saved
And I never gave a shit
All y'all pussy bois lame
You can't fuck with ECLIPsE
Imma rest in my grave
I can't fuck with a bitch
I can't fuck with a ho
I can't fuck with your clique
Bitch I just wanna smoke
Wanna roll wanna die
Contemplating suicide
I just wanna get high
But I guess I'm gonna rest
Put a bullet in my head

Feeling like a hunned grand fuck with us again
You gon end up in the 187 code for death
You talking all this shit
But you won't say what you did
Doctors put me on the meds now I just won't forgive
Man I might go MIA
Take me to my grave
Where my coffin rest
Tell me where I stay
Tell me where I lay

Cuz I'm down with 187 can't you see
Smoke too much so I can't even dream

187 - ✰ILLICIT✰ X ECLIPsE (prod. LoneWulf187)

Mic. Check mic check
1 2 1 2 can you fucking hear me
I am coming in from a very distant land
And I’m gonna need yall to fucking listen 
Everybody grab there dicks everybody grab there tits I’m gonna need y’all to listen to this shit

I’m that nigga you can’t touch then got my Glock on my left hand got the bail like the mail man got my glock it’s go bust and it neva jam 

And my Glock gotta solar and it neva jammed

Throw them punches betta throw some motha fuckin blows throw

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can you fucking hear me
I am coming in from a very distant land
And I’m gonna need yall to fucking listen 
Everybody grab there dicks everybody grab there tits I’m gonna need y’all to listen to this shit

I’m off da polka dot
Shroomies got me seein god
Found out god is actually me
And I control my destiny

I’m a fuckin scum 
Our hands are nothing but utensils 
Shout out to da rocks 

Fuck all y’all
I kno what da hate a feel like
I’ve accomplished the unspoken

I unlocked my alter me
Lookin  not afraid for my voice to be seen

My bullets glazing through yo ahh
Fuck you acting like a stick of butter
Do da chicken dance

Brainmatter(ft.vcherrysoho)

SNAKES FT HOLLOWTAMASHI

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Chemical Imbalance [PROD. ILLUSIONLUNA]

Im still livin and kickin
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*** OUT ON ALL PLATS ***
Lyrics:
CLYDX
(Chrome Thang riding with the riding with the)

Riding riding with yo bitch don't talk
About how I'm depressed gets me mad as fuck
Imma spray that chrome holler kill em' all
Going back to your bitch and give her lock jaw

Sucking me dry taking my vitality 
Smoking up backwoods riding in the caddy
Why you mad? Cause I stole your baddy?
Calling her back and asked her what's the Addy?

Couple licks couple skriptz
Kar 98 with the stripper clips
Easy going when she on my dick 
Make every shot count you know I don't miss

Got Mags runnin' low you know I keep some backups
Sig or colt bitch whatchu rock?
Fuck all your questions I'm calling up Vsause
Minds so gassed I need a full stop

Lil Teabag
(Chrome Thang riding with the chrome thang)

Got that chrome thang swangin' back 
bad bitch on my lap 
Big iron on my left 
With a bullet between ya eyes like texas red 

Test my 9 they’ll find ya dead
Tucked ya in and put ya to bed 
Went to the bank to get my bread
Bad bitch came back and she gave me head

Guack guack gave me face like a clock 
Blow out her back like Iraq 
Rollin blunts I'm feelin too hot 
Hot boxin' the whip cook it up like crock pot 

Open up the door and that pussy smellin' rank 
Smells like trout got me fishin' from the bank 
Bitch too ratchet shake her up make her clank 
I’ll put you in a grave when I pull up in a tank

running out of time

GhostTheGoon