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Lyrics:
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye
Stand your damn ground bitch.
Started taking adderall and since, ain’t been the same.
I’ve been working so damn hard that’s just the toll it takes.
Wanna talk all of that shit bitch, say it to my face.
All you niggas fake, all you niggas snakes.
Don’t come save your homie, cause you’re too late.
Wanna talk shit? turn to yellow tape.

Pussy tryna break inside, you won’t get up.
Drum magazine, for my family you get set up.
Damn, now you got them bullet wounds they from the head up.
Fake ass soundcloud rapper, pussy go and get your bread up.

Yeah yeah yeah aye
For my family i’m gonna try.
Remember looking at my sister asking if we gonna die.
She said “nah we gonna be fine.” we was fearing for our lives.

Few months later we saw someone break inside.
I saw the look up in his eyes, I just wish I had that fye on me.
Cause I know inside my brain I’d take his life.
Didn’t care about serving time, I was protecting my rights.

Operator asks me, what would you describe.
Told em he was probably high, he was carrying a pipe.
I’m just glad that we alright, I think we out of his sight.
He not putting up a fight, but next time i’ll have a nine.

Stand your damn ground, stand your ground nigga.
Stand your ground bitch, stand your ground.
Stand your ground, stand your ground.


Produced By: E9 & Jxhn KillAll
Vocals Mixed By: @ominvs
Cover Art: @ominvs

STAND YOUR GROUND [PROD. E9 + JXHN KILLALL]

https://soundcloud.com/anarchythegod

and shoutout Yungxcalamity

GET BACK BITCH

LIMINAL SPACES [W/ GYOTIS] [PROD. 002FATAL]

deadman walking W/ Waryy

shout out ti 

@lizzthawizz @i-die-this-year @xokane

4oes w/ kanedakid, IKTL!, & IAMDEAD

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN !!! >:3

mix. @rivrpersn
cover. willow

lyrics:

[naut]

Where the drums go
Walkin' round the party, where the drugs go
Lookin' for the plug, but no one knows, fuck
I ain't comfortable, been sitting wit' no kush, ho
Lookin' for the smoke, I could tolerate a wood, ho
Man I got it down in Goerge, don't be sleepin' on that Bush
Say "we got 'em", man, they 'bouta find 'em sleepin' under hoods
That's a damn shame
Lookin' up his numbers, but nobody know the man name
Pop!
Send a pop off like a champagne
Give the prop a ganda, then he runnin' like a campaign
Lightwork
Givin' me that beat, man, I like work
I type work, set me up a class where I site work
Crazy on the beat enough to put me in a psych ward
Give 'em acadamia like rappin' shit is my quirk
I'm the typa character that hit you wit' a light smirk
Man they tell me I been twisted, but I'm tight when how this pipe work
They ain't even givin' me that beat, know I might merc
Laughin' 'bout it out now, but they'll be cryin' later like Durk
That's a lil feat for the Drake, how the tides turn
Like I got a rite of way in this shit, now it's my turn
Locked up like a Golem, man, they livin' wit' some iron
Fuck about a diamond, I been livin' by what I earn
Keep a flow forever while Euphrates gettin' drier
Biblical — how you gonna tell me I'm a liar
Kinda ironic to wet 'em, I get out the dryer

Dont worry, I know I rhymed drier with dryer, but if you're not a fuckin' idiot, you realize I said two different words-

[robo]

Where the fuck did it go, all the love?
If the music never make me wanna dance, squabble up, ah!
Ride with the top down, never getting better
Got my bride with her off-blouse, love me for my cheddar
Bitch I'm like that, tight raps, fight back or lose
If it's money that you lookin' for, you gonna get reduced
I been runnin' shit since I was just a youngin', that's the proof
Bitches walking up to me like "Was that you?" I'm like "Who?"
But like
If we talking drip, bitch my swagger got a blabber mouth
Yapping of the lip, talkin' shit-that-I-don't-have? I doubt
Three layer, three course fit, filled the platter out
Three-zero-eight in my drac', Millie Bobby- Bow!
Treat the misses like dishes, said "I need some of that"
She got a Michelin star, might make a run to Graham (Elliot!)
Formerly know as the Logic guy, running from the past
That's not a bulge in my pants, that's a hunnid racks!

UPROAR (ft. ROBO)

remind me (prod. loat!)

bitch i wake up in the morning feelin like death ugh

prod. davidarcadebeats on yt
mix. @rivrpersn

lyrics:

(Hook)

Bitch I wake up in the morning got me feelin’ like death
Got a feelin’ if a pussy fuck wit me I get pressed
Got a feelin’ I’ma leave said pussy wit a hole in his chest
I clock a shit rapper and we armed know I’m the best
Man I gotta turn time just get through the day
Despite a man (Spiderman) shit talkin’ couldn’t get through to Strange
I’m loopy deranged to make me move you gon’ have to pop sumn
Doesn’t matter what time of the day man I still clock ’em

(Verse 1)

Like stop dat
Y’all ain’t little kiddies anymore all that talk back
Man you even walk wack
Musta got a weight on yo shoulders I jog that
And I’m bouta lose a leg too Terry Fox that
Serious
Y’all’ll call me Shady if I try to rhyme with serious
Whole different person with that mask you delirious
Like that H2O got ‘em drownin’ in my swag juice
Coulda been chill and sent that autograph to Matthew
But I rather swerve on that corner get to tweakin’ and geekin’ dressed in all black when we sneakin’
I’m feenin’ for some Boi to go try to Play wit me
Least he’ll DIE LIT while a crowd get to raisin’ me
It’s insane to me
How I ain’t blow yet I’m better than whoever try to stand to me adjacently
Try to keep a pace wit me I promise it’s impossible
Tired of gettin’ clocked maybe stop bein’ clockable you all suck

(Hook)

Wake up in the morning got me feelin’ like death
Got a feelin’ if a pussy fuck wit me I get pressed
Got a feelin’ I’ma leave said pussy wit a hole in his chest
I clock a shit rapper and we armed know I’m the best
And I gotta turn time just get through the day
Despite a man shit talkin’ couldn’t get through to Strange
I’m loopy deranged to make me move you gon’ have to pop sumn
Doesn’t matter what time of the day man I still clock ’em

(Verse 2)

I don’t need feature man I’ll rap wit my ego
She’s a little me I call that bitch Nautito
Spittin’ on that mic only time Naut Deepthroat
(Uhh, that’s a fuckin’ lie) 
I’m bouta kill my ego.
(Shit!)
Got a level head I could nail a bitch safely
I don’t ever fall out but I’m nukin’ shit lately
Leggin’ up the competition feel like Sara Blakely
Think it’s time for me shut up? I been waitin’ come make me bitch
Try to break me bitch
Went from thinkin’ that I’m cap to obey me bitch
They a lame lil bitch
All the same lil bitches
Tyin’ up my hair Super Saiyan these bitches
Bitch I Go-ku on the track got me Dragon my Balls
I’m saggin’ my draws
Designer when I’m glidin’ the halls
They likely appalled
It’s cool that’s how I’m likin’ ‘em all
If you knowin’ that I’m nasty wit it pack and be gone
Bitch I’m sittin’ here rappin’ in a fashionable thong
I gotta be a bad bitch when I’m craftin’ a song
I give a shout out to the people that supported my journey
I earned (Iron) my armor try and hurt me
Everything you throw at me has always been absurd to me
Burnin’ these track with the fire leave a third degree
That’s why I been a master in my class I been locked in
When you see you spinnin’ in place know I clocked it bitch 
SHUT UP

CLOCK ‘EM

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Mark grayson, man im feelin' invincible !!!

Produced By: @e-9-beats
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

INVINCIBLE (PROD. E9)

Credits
_____________________
Artist: GxWatts
Production: @ominvs
Cover Art: @grxypaint
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Lyrics
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[Hook]
I don’t give a single fuck, nigga better pipe down
Said you really wanna fight me, okay let’s go right now
When I beat yo ass, I’m finna do it with a big smile
Niggas hate I’m doing good, bitch, its just my lifestyle
Big pile, all my money tied up in a big pile
Buck wild, you should know that all my niggas buck wild
Fuck trial, skipping out on court screaming fuck trial
Fuck style, I’m versatile as fuck, I said fuck style

[Verse]
Nigga, Why you talking down on me, what’s up?
If you got a problem with me, we can throw ones
I don’t give a single fuck, nigga, pull up
I’m not the one who couldn’t hold my tongue
Shut your damn mouth or run my goddamn fade
niggas always wanna talk, but never down to bang
nigga tryna play it safe cause his ass got caught being fake
nigga fuck a closed door, come and say it to my face bitch
I been on my grind every single damn day
No, I couldn’t give a fuck ‘bout what a nigga sayin’
I always hit the bank cause you know a nigga paid
I gotta keep my strap on, cause a nigga think I’m playin’
I’m getting tired of the snake
I’m getting tired of the lames
All these niggas pickin’ sides
straight lying to my face
I got fire, I got hate
I got one thing you can’t take
And that is everything I’ve done for you
And the loyalty in my veins

[Hook]
I don’t give a single fuck, nigga better pipe down
Said you really wanna fight me, okay let’s go right now
When I beat yo ass, I’m finna do it with a big smile
Niggas hate I’m doing good, bitch, its just my lifestyle
Big pile, all my money tied up in a big pile
Buck wild, you should know that all my niggas buck wild
Fuck trial, skipping out on court screaming fuck trial
Fuck style, I’m versatile as fuck, I said fuck style

i blame kaiyo

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