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[HOOK: Slick Sloth]
100 K on a fuck boy
fuck i look like?
think i trust boys?
fulla hate
i'm a killjoy
slicky riding on blades like a hot boy
50 K on the chain
grey-grey
it's a gang
loaded K's leave a stain
fucking right i'm out my brain

[VERSE I: Slick Sloth]
spin the block out with the glock out like a menace
gimme a minute ima make sure that it's finished
if i'm riding better call and say your penance
shoulda listened to your bitch in the beginning
K-I double L E-R
so many bodies made a hobby out the ER
rolling with oddy
smoking that gaudy for my leisure
whipping the mazi
pumping the shotty
trigger squeezer
breaking a bitch
swerving the benz
fuck an amends
gunning and fucking
i murdered her pussy and her friend
my reality is real i don't pretend
i just learn to blend in with the sin
here we go again here we go
wanna come and try slicky?
you should know i got 1000 ways for you to end in yellow tape
and i got plenty people round me wanna earn their way

[HOOK: That Guy with the Diamond Horns]
100 K on a fuck boy
fuck i look like?
think i trust boys?
fulla hate
i'm a killjoy
slicky riding on blades like a hot boy
50 K on the chain
grey-grey
it's a gang
loaded K's leave a stain
fucking right i'm out my brain

[VERSE II: That Guy with the Diamond Horns]
100 K for the car
half a mil for the addiction
they shipped me off to rehab because i started questioning my existence
gimme them prescriptions and i'll show you repitition
stubborn motherfucker
you know ruby never listens
GREY*59
buying time til the grave
time flying everyday
sign my name
i'm confined to the page
until a spine and a stain is the only thing remaining
pulling up mercedes bitch i'm pushing up daisies
vision always blurry and my memory hazy
grey bandana out the window waving while i'm racing
raising my hand to the sky and tell the angels come and take me
awaken my demons
bringing me down to my knees
they wanna break me
they wanna isolate me
leave me naked fucking shaking
grippind the .380
voices telling me i'm crazy
sold my soul
i'm grey until my final destination

Materialism as a Means to an End

MATERIALISM AS A MEANS TO AN END

POLLUTED PARADISE

[LYRICS]
(CHETTA)
FILL UP MY CUP TO THE TIP ITS A MUST
IMA POUR ABOVE THE RIM TUPAC WITH THE TUSS
I COULD MIX A COMBINATION
LIL TECH LIL ACT
SHOW UP DEEP LIKE CONVERSATION
LET ME LIVE LET ME ACT
REAL TALK VISION VIVID
IVE DONE SEEN BODY BAGS
TOE FOR TOE WITH ANY VICTIM
IVE DONE SHOOK KILLAS HANDS
TALKING MONEY OVER GRAMS
WRAPPING BRICKS UP WITH SARAN
COUPLE HOMIES OFF THE TAN
AIR YOU OUT YOU A FAN
WELL ILL BE GODDAMN
BUT GOD DONT EXIST SO I GUESS ITS JUST DAMN
FROM A WHOLE NOTHER PLANET
HOPING OUT THE TRANS-AM
SMOKEY THE BANDIT
SWERVING IN MY SPACE SHIP
DIPPING IN MY STASH SHIT
THEY CANNOT RELATE SHIT
NEVER ON NO FAKE SHIT
LAMES WANNA JUMP SHIFT
STACK EM UP LIKE ROIDS BITCH


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Polluted Paradise (feat. $uicideboy$) [Prod. $crim]

Lordz $teez - "Break The Chains" (feat. Frommetoyou.Bo)

Break The Chains w/ @frommetoyoubo

You ain't slangin stop, I pull up
Parking lots, you ain't arranging rocks, I know that
You think it's hard cause you've seen it done
Slash heard, you're a sponge, never be your own
Man, can't you understand how I came in the game?
Yeah me neither, no breathin', it's amazing I make
My way out the other side of my personal maze
I was stuffed for a minute, couldn't feel my legs
I had to bounce, back, like the rubber band snap
Round the ziplock bag full of money that we stashed
In the wall downstairs, that was back in 2010
I was just about to leave, no one knew just how to feel
But I did, that's why I wait and feel
Calm inside cause I am real
I am me and you are you
Running around tryin' to chase this loot
Hop straight back in and then I glist to the finish
White noise in the flesh, hair down, never see me
I done tried to make it clear, I do not think that they hear me
Mic check, 1, 2, Ri-ri-rick in the building
Got my hi-vis and my blade look like I'm building
On the site with my clipboard, smoking and chilling
No hard hat, no whistle, still officially killing
Every fucking working brain within a arms length distance
You get melted into ashes and I'm casting you to iron
Turn you to a blade of mine, so I can use your life in spite
I make cash all night, fuck your money and your ice
You ain't helping nobody with the shitty words you write

Think about it
Think about it
Think about it
Think about it

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Mixed & Mastered by PHIVEN.
Lyrics & Art by MIKE DA RULA

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Coming From the trenches
Dropping New Tracks soon

Break The Chains w/ @frommetoyoubo

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