PARANOIA
Lyrics written and performed by Ari Daniels & Ozzy Monroe
Music produced by L4L

Paranoia feat. Ozzy Monroe (Prod. L4L)

MIX/MASTERED/ PRODUCED BY SLIXX aka Fourteenth Street Junkie aka MR. "you'd do it again if you thought you get away with it wouldn't you?"

LYRICS
Hold up fuck boy 
I don’t need no fuckin gas 
Yeah you know my bitch she got it 
Rollin up while I’m all up on her ass
Now we running thru my mind state 
And I’m fucked up
Never trust or love a bitch unless she gets funds up 

I got nothin else to lose, I’ll keep on moving forward 
Ima stay in order hoping I don’t fall to the substance 
Tryna stay sober
I got the Glock and keep it bussin 
Runnin thru the valley, you know I’m down with the fuck shit 
Like
Damn, damn damn 
Yeah your bitch hop in my mentions 
Ima fuck her good and let her second guess if I love her
I done seen some things no motherfucker could go cover 
If he run to the opposition 
Then we put him under 

If they in my shoes, trust me 
You wouldn’t love me
Got some issues, got some problems to where my bitch won’t trust me aye 
If you in my shoes, trust me 
You wouldn’t love me 
I got some issues, got some problems where your bitch won’t trust me aye


If you in my shoes trust me you wouldn’t love me
I seen some murder, sold some drugs 
And seen some junkies get rid of (aye hol up)
Go and talk your shit 
While I’m plottin on this murder aye 
 I cant collect  sins cause I ain’t the god that you heard of aye

UnderDeath, what I rep till I’m dead 
UnderDeath, take this lead up to my… 
UnderDeath, what I rep till I’m dead 
UnderDeath, take this lead up to my… bitch

TRUST ISSUES FREESTYLE (PROD.SLIXX)

shoutout $lick <3 
prod. me

[LYRICS]

Gotta keep your demons in check

They’ll take a hold of you 

Strangle you fucking slowly 

Just to suffocate in silence 

Buried 

Under the sand 

Call it 10 feet deep 

the Water 

Is moving slowly 

Rising past your feet

You gotta keep your head down 

In your own family home 

Your body shaking at the thought 

Of fucking being alone 

You gotta 

Crawl To the finish, talking bout that work 

The only way i’m on time 

Is if i’m driving my hearse, yeah

I just kept running and running away but im done with that shit bitch i’m plannin’ to stay 

my evil thoughts creeping up in back of my brain and im thinkin they want me to say 

Oh i been suffering, oh i’ve been hurt 

Oh i’ve been wondering, oh i’m not sure 

Put me in boxes with labels and tell me a fable that’s faker than God on some merch 

He ain’t givin’ up 

So i’m gonna home 

Romance his ass 

I don’t wanna talk, no 

Roll so fast but I smoke so slow 

Don’t talk to me, unless you brought more 

Man i wanna roll another but i’m feeling so high 

Take off your dress 

turn off all the fuckin’ lights 

kissin up slowly 

between ya fuckin’ thighs 

Pull on my hair when i look into ya eyes 

I don’t mind going slow, we don’t gotta be shy 

Let’s get romantic and find us a room 

wanna see all of your figure tonight 

I wanna see your body underneath the fuckin’ moon 

[SLICK] 

Snakes up in the field bitch I’m burning it down 
Rollin up a woods on yo side of town 
Couple grams up in my pocket,
Bitch I’m breaking it down 
Actin like you got it but You lackin the sound 
You actin like something that you not,
Caught up In the motions
Tryna get a fuckin spot 
You ain’t got a shot. and even if you did, no matter how you moving bitch your chance looking slim
Get a fucking grip 
This shit ain’t for you 
Another failure this ain’t nothin new 
really thought that you had something to prove 
Must be hard to win when you always fuckin lose 

Like the paint on the walls they be Flaking on me 
Not a second thought bitch they be preyin on me 
Like the paint on the walls they be Flaking on me 
The Space up in my head  that be vacant homie

[WICKED]

don’t want your feedback 
don’t fuck with your friends 
Rappers so plastic, they look like some kens 
Look at their life in a rose colored tint, prolly better than it really is

no rest for the wicked, i burned all my bridges i wonder if slowly you’ll realize i’m spitting when i start some shit, best believe ima finish, some crumbs on my plate best believe that it’s hidden

BACKBITER (feat. $lick)

HAARPER - DEAD SPACE Feat. RAMIREZ (Prod. HAARPER)

DEAD SPACE FT RAMIREZ

HAARPER - DEAD SPACE FT. RAMIREZ (Prod. HAARPER)

Caught A Blessing / Still Trippin

ONLYFANS

WAR:TIME 2 COMING SOON

[LYRICS]

(HOOK)
MAN THEY AINT POPPING LIKE THEY USED TO
SEND HITS HIT LICKS BITCH BOOHOO
10K IN MY POCKET
ALL BLUES CLUES
GUESS WHO GUESS WHO
BITCH GUESS WHO
LIKE DAMN YOU AINT POPPING LIKE YOU USED TO
AND THESE DRUGS DONT HIT LIKE THEY USED TO
NEED SOME SHIT THAT WONT QUIT
THAT OUU OUU
GUESS WHO GUESS WHO
BITCH GUESS WHO

SPEND A CHECK IN IT
GET SOME NECK IN IT
I AINT A ROOKIE LIL BOY
BIG LIEUTENTANT
IMA DRIP WITH IT
HI-TECH IN IT
CIGARETTE DIPPING
CODEINE ITCHING
AND THE TRIGGER FINGER WITH IT
YOU WANT IT JUST COME AND GET IT
IM HIGH BUT I WONT ADMIT IT
GO DUMB WHEN I GO UP IN IT
SPEND A CHECK ON IT
NONE YOU BITCHES WANT IT
HAVE ME POP THE WHOLE THING
HOE IM FROM NEW ORLEANS
WOADIE COPPING COCAINE
LIKE WE ON THE BORDER
IMA CHOP THE WHOLE THING
SASHIMI SHAWTY
THROW THE FOURS ON IT
POUR THE FOUR HOMIE
IM IN SOUTH TEXAS
SIPPING ON SOME DOPE SHAWTY
DOPE SHAWTY
AND I NEED THE WHOLE THING
HEARD YOU LOOKING FOR ME
WELL COME AND FIND ME
IMA GET IT BACK
GOT THE GUCCI WITH NO STRINGS
SELL YOURSELF FOR SOME RACKS
YOU CAN KEEP THE FUCKING CHANGE
I DONT WANT A FUCKING THING

(HOOK)

CHOPPA STYLE WITH IT
RUNNING WILD WITH IT
BIG RACKS NO CAP
IMA HAVE TO GET IT
TRIPLE BEAM PINCHING
CLEAR THE SCENE IGNANT
I GO DUMB WITH IT
PERCOCET SPLITTING
I DONT NEED HER
BUT SHE WANT ME
I PROMISE I KEEP IT ON ME
NO STYLIST BEEN LOOKING LOVELY
PROMETHAZINE IN MY TUMMY
SPENT A CHECK FOR IT
ALL YOU BITCHES BORING
KNOCK KNOCK
KICKING DOORS
THEY DONT FUCKING WANT IT…. NO

(HOOK)

WARTIME 2

KNOCK KNOCK

KNOCK KNOCK [Prod. Dirty Vans]

TrippyThaKid - UH HUH(Prod. ZCR)

locked up in my room
never really have too much to do
i go to treatment for my issues
but they really dont got no clue
 self abuse simply amusing 
drug abuse help get me through 
i cant fight the feeling of uselessness 
my use is to be used 
so i get fucked up
no one never loved us 
misfits get left in the dust
get left to combust 
sent back to adjust 
to normal social standards that the world made for us 
but fuck that
grab a gat then bust that
make em run never come back
i got love to show 
but never been loved back 
make my heart cold like pitch black
used to be innocent 
now im just ignorant 
smoking and reminiscing bout the past 
relationships getting ess intimate 
im just not into it 
im tryna go get a bag 
stoned 
smoking on distillate 
breaking me out of my mental imprisonment 
anything i start i finish it 
i'm too legitimate 
Devil's number one participant yeah
you and me we not equivalent
you want attention
my focus is dividends 
i play a bitch like an instrument 
you kiss a bitch on the mouth and you hold her hand
snorting up stimulants 
i think my tolerance limitless 
my body slowly diminishing 
im not a citizen 
im like and alien criminal 
sent here to fuck with the mass 
drugs 
got my head spinning like Michelin
Zach in a consequence 
what a coincidence  
mushrooms got me inarticulate 
cant form a sentence 
im witnessing horoscope vision 
the shit that im seeing is IMMANENT
like when im done tripping 
this shit disappearing yuh
my train of thought is magnificent
hit up my phone if you need psychedelics 
come get this shit

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