Addicted: The First Occurence prod. Yung Shvrk 

Shit I should a known
When you fuck with substances
You may never go home
Damn I’m really gone
Need some justice for my mind
Or I’ll really gon be lost

Every morin
Awake a navice
But my projects
Gon blow the speaker open
Remain cautious
In this lawless land
That we conformed in
A week or more in
Streets or this industry
Gon have you brick and Mortice
Low attention addiction pills
Still Losin focus

Do you wanna get it
Do you want it every night
Really itchen for your fixen
Well quit trippin come inside
Just me and all the bitches
We were fixen to take flight
On some shit that's really different
Take a fist full, lose your mind

Man I be seein the devil
Cascade encasing like venom
Jaw teeth sharp on it’s edge
Swallow yo head to your rectom
Engulfed and dissolved by digestion
Slitherin slick like ekans
This tea is makin me question
What’s real and what’s impressions
Uh I don’t wanna freak 
But this shit really be messin with me
I need to sit up and sip on some lean
Wanna go back in time when I was alive
When I thought this shit was a dream
I’m dead inside no need to try
To pop a benzo to relive
Cus I like how the madness be

Do you wanna get it
Do you want it every night
Really itchen for your fixen
Well quit trippin come inside
Just me and all the bitches
We were fixen to take flight
On some shit that's really different
Take a fist full, lose your mind

Like a brother with that denim 
Pay his pistol he gon get em
He got loads of ammunition
He gon sit em
They gon spread em
Grabs knife 
He carves a message
Cross her chest
Adjust the picture
You wanna get in all the letters

Enie Minie minie mo
Chop a knife I grabbed her toe
Let me pop a vien
To see whats inside
Shit the blood exposed
Overflow
On this fuckin vibe
Cus of the booster dose
Overdose
Out my fuckin mind
Think I’m in comatose

Oh shit I did it again
Lyrical Influences had me 
drippin blood off the tip of my pen
I’m my own harold crick 
Writing boring ass shit
That’s stranger than fiction
This hook I'm writin is in
The holiest of hobo bibles
First Juda to fill his veins with
liquid vials
Listen or hope yo tombstone
Won't have this title

Do you wanna get it
Do you want it every night
Really itchen for your fixen
Well quit trippin come inside
Just me and all the bitches
We were fixen to take flight
On some shit that's really different
Take a fist full, lose your mind

Like a brother with that denim 
Pay his pistol he gon get em
He got loads of ammunition
He gon sit em
They gon spread em
Grabs knife 
He carves a message
Cross her chest
Adjust the picture
You gonna wanna
get in all the letters

Addicted - The First Occurrence prod. Yxng Shvrk

Third Eye Vision feat. MelloMatt prod. MelloMatt

That's right
Through the roachy in the bucket
And stuff it with all the others
Chuckle with my cousin 
As we blow off all our budget
Thought about some snow
But it’s the middle of summa
And I keep tellin doods 
That I don’t like to drink
It gets me sick to my stomach
I do like the stink
But I’m lookin for somethin rugged
A special kind of peak
That will have you packin your luggage
For the slow sluggard trip
To the most rockiest summit

Big boy Cheaz
Sellin tickets to Belize
Your third eye’s waiting
Only if you believe
Better roll snake eyes
For the luckiest dreams
Cus I just took mine
What’s the time like 7 o 3

Woah 
Started my trip I’m off the wall
Like never before 
Third eye opened up
To a whole different world
O
Had to rethink 
All that I know
Heavy weight in my chest
Microwaves disintegrate
Every thought in my head
I think that message is better off only on read
think I learned a lesson I’m better off as dead
You’re too gay we’re better off as friends
Tsunami wave I think it won't end Ugh
O
Sometime that’s how the dice rolls
Like snake eye vision
Third on the top
Supersedes Superstition

Man this shit crazy thats why im blazin
Fuck what the mass say this shits amazin
My brain is amazin. 
Trip on a daily i feel like an alien
Psilocybin it goes down then i lay here
All of this shit is just games its playstation
I'll be on top it's just manifestation
See this aint no new shit i just say bye
See through all your bullshit through my third eye
Smoke after smoke after smoke for no reason
Plant it indoors then have ganja every season
Blom with the boys we be smoking OG
When it gets sore my answer's always weed

Woah 
Started my trip I’m off the wall
Like never before 
Third eye opened up
To a whole different world
O
Had to rethink 
All that I know
Heavy weight in my chest
Microwaves disintegrate
Every thought in my head
I think that message is better off only on read
think I learned a lesson I’m better off as dead
You’re too gay we’re better off as friends
Tsunami wave I think it won't end Ugh
O
Sometime that’s how the dice rolls
Like snake eye vision
Third on the top
Supersedes Superstition

Third Eye Vision feat. MelloMatt

I Can Do More feat. Ari Daniels prod. Payton Gruber

I’m on a mission
We movin quickly down through the city
Summar time vibes in the D
I’m free of inhibition
Chillin with my dogs
Gettin lost in the fog
Of finger flippin
Pass around the papers is a staple
Of this life we be livin

I can’t help but feel like sometimes I can do more
With the cards I’ve been dealt and the plans I got in store
All the things I be dreamin and plotin while people snorin
I picture it so clearly I'll build if it will endure

Think I’m gon go all night
Out of the box for a minute and I’m fiending like
I can’t stop the grind
I got air tight fight in my chest
And the metro back online
Ill try to unite what’s in my head with the world outside
Ignite the flame wit it with the brightest light
I can not get knocked over
I got things to do and I’m stickin like a poltergeist

I get it we all get it
You’d die to have it all
Stop whinin stop quitin
If you want to be the boss
I’m grindin I’m chillin from the bottom
But aren’t we all
Work hard by the minute
Still paid by my own accord

Sometimes I feel like I could be doin more
But I got plans to make bands
To feed a family of four
Understand I’m a febal man
That prenup plans on devorce
Like my father don’t like drama
I’ll leave just to save you remorse
Talkin to my hater’s of course
Pumpin pressure my blood water like drano
It’s seapin out of my pores
Got me hotter than the blond
That be vallyen my porsche
Markin Scoresese
Phone conway leave you dead in the morge

Cus I ain’t a good fella
Did you bring your coat?
If not I’ll leave an umbrella
Cus it’s raining the coke
Guess it’s part of cochella
Feel like we do be doin the most 
Is it to much? Never
All part of the weather
But I do be feelin my bones
Grinding harder than ever
Hustkey on a sled getting slapped with the leather
Pushin past red
I’m the danger zone terra

The highest bidder
Im chillin deep in the cut
Between the lines in
The beats and in my cup
I’m buildin a vibe
That you can’t get enough
Long mile rides
With a sick of Inica

Ridin with my homies
Bags full of the forties
Sip leanin till we swervin
Testin fate till the mornin
But we chosin
To this life we were swornin
Our right
Far as the lights
Above the autopsy table
Suporting our corpses

Dead men walking
Ain’t no one talkin
Don’t want problems
So back up off me
Bones are falling
Off me and Ari
Need more beats but
Really that’s stalling
All the problems the weed is causing
Parole extended the test were popin
Flows enhanced but my lounge were throbbing
All for the life just put the cuffs on me

I Can Do More feat. Ari Daniels prod. Payton Gruber

prod. samk

showed that bitch that I'm next up,
fuck my ex I just flexed up,
I get my gwap, get my peso,
never stop ay fuck what they say ay coming up next ay

Never That... - NYE x WOKE UP DEAD

ITS A MESS - BOMBAY X WOKE UP DEAD X J.O.D. (PROD BY J.O.D.)

Double Up prod twinglxcks

Mega Shit Poppin

THE ONLY TWIN DUO IN THE UNDERGROUND THAT SPIT FIRE HO

TWIN_THUGZ - EVIL TWINZ

Jose Aleman's Album

Fuck You (prod. Sudzy x $ohji)

Camoflauge 

Note 2 Self ft. ISAIAHWALKER

prod. yungjxshy 

feel like tommy wright when I creep at night,
eyes low smoked out when im in the whip,
sippin on a pint,
making a molotov after Im done w that bitch,
not im not going back to be poor,
blocking that bitch im kicking her out that door,
she aint nothing but a hoe,
i feel like tony Montana, 
w the black bandana,
gun up on my waist
get the fuck out of my way,
i aint got no time to waste,
always on my paper chase,
i feel like mr krabs i dont play no games,
getting my gwap up,
aint no time for being locked up,
hopped in the whip w no roof,
icy mf i got the snow boots,
sippin on a forty and I pass it to you,


no time to waste cut to the chase prod. yungjxshy

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Third Eye Vision feat. MelloMatt

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