09 - Wishful Dreams Ft. B!G FELLA

GHOST (FEAT. HOMIE GRIM)

I’d do anything to get it all back..💔

2218. (ft .Homie Grim)

[prod. SCARY MIND]
my wrist sliced, gon die tonight. 
remember da pimp who be slangin white. 

I'm always high, all thru the night.
be floating, I travel all thru tha sky. 

aint trusting nobody, it's good for my health.
threaten me pussy, I see watchu bout.
aint talkin no money, don't open ya mouth.
tribute to snow n that dirty south. 

fucked up my paper, now I'm goin thru it.
I question myself like "the fuck am I doin?"
I'm never at peace, who the fuck I be foolin?
be fighting myself for the shit I'm pursuing.

I went to da church n they told me I'm blessed.
how the fuck am I blessed wit da knoose on my neck?
gotta hustle real hard I can't fuck up my check.
I don't play bout my lyfe, I still ride by my tech. 

if I'm gonna die, iss suicide. 

aint trading my glock bitch I don't wanna thirty.
can't focus on lyfe when my mental still hurtin.
I'm swerving off percs Ina all white suburban. 

aint shit but da coke n da blood on my sink.
gone kill me for giving that feelin of need.
the pressure, temption aint givin relief.
ain't stuck in my ways bitch I'm stuck in some grief. 

I'm in love with da drugs like I'm loving a bitch.
tryna get drums, I been done wit da stick
stealing da forgis right offa yo whip.
plus im buckin lul bitch, I don't play bout my shit. 

i been dancin on coffins, I show you mane.
I'm trippen best tuck you dat fourty bang.
da infant who isn't tha chosen reign.
lord gimme da nerve to juss blow my brain.


cause all of this sippin aint doin it foe me.
aint feelin when I'm at my low mane.
can't get right im insane.
lord mane, show me. 

stoic when I'm at my low mane.
chill in this commerce of cobain.
stoic when I'm at my low mane.
oh mane, show me.


blow smoke, then hop out tha whip!
thrax, can't fuck wit no mid 

slice, twice, right atcho wig.
then hop back, right in my shit. 

broke little bitch aint gon fuck up my money, 
I'm deep n misled so my lyfe taken from me. 

the fuck is a savior when shit lookin ugly?
I know that I'm great bitch aint nothing above me. 

bitch I'm that gold chain, beaming all day.
dead mane made of mistakes. 

lash out, n fuck up my cake.
hop back n steal me yo plate. 

my deepest intentions aint ever been lovely.
the knoose on my neck is the symbol of money.
I'm digging my grave lul bitch all by myself.
you got me advice then help me the fuck out. 

cause all of this sippin aint doin it foe me.
aint feelin when I'm at my low mane.
can't get right im insane.
lord mane, show me. 

stoic when I'm at my low mane.
chill in this commerce of cobain.
stoic when I'm at my low mane.
oh mane, show me.

STOICMANE

Cruise In The Rain

LIKEME

VERSE

Got a bag full of rope 
Handfull of doe 
Handful of cope that I might just blow
Gotta a blade no scope 
Dying no hope 
Everything hell when you live in it hoe
I was 16 yung FIEN with hole in my chest from the smoke Id inhaled and the pills that got by the piece when I dosed
Dozed off one night blacked out with my brotha in the back of the whip don't get scared no time if ya bitch
Friends say I changed I'm the same but ya switch
For a new clique and a new bitch
Lord of death like anubus got a new trick loose head gotta screw it back and do this one more time 
Long ass nights don't cry when I die 
Never reminisce but I still get high once in while when a white moon pop out In the sky 
Bitch I be that hellbound I ain't never wanted to live 
It's fucked up lotta of people who'll ill never forgive  
And I don't rap for the clout or the life that It give 
I just talk speaking mind of the life that I live 
Had a chance at a hoe but I left that bitch
Left that shit all in my past but I still don't forget 

I was doin drugs I ain't fuckin regret 
So what can I say id do it again like Ill relapse any minute I just wait for the day 
If you wanna talk bold you expecting a fade 
If you see us get close get the fuck out the way 
Depraved muthafucka coming out the bowels of hate 
I ain't pray cause im never fuckin begging to save 
and I ain't talk that much when you see me in face 
I done had lot folk say they real but they fake and I can see it in they eyes now 
If I start overdosing let me lie down 
Got my brotha by my side watch em die down 
Ay
This for the friends that we lost see they souls in the fog I ain't really trapping shit cause I take what I've bought this money never go to the grave 
Grind for the clique and ill die for the name 
While you fuckers gone shout that you'd die for the fame 
Imma light in the flame I'mma thrive in the game and a muthafucka never understood what it's like 
Suicidal with a 9 to my right got 3 shots left and the one in the pipe hear the click from the trigger for very last time and its safe to assume it's the night that ill die 

Hoe


Killa ft AKJONNY

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