Lyrics: 

Mr 357
Can I follow 
Teach me the way

I had dreamz of rydin candy paint
And mansions where I stay
Wats it mean to be paid

Don’t fake the funk

Eat, sleep, fuck who you want

I’m countin money
Gettin helmet as I Blair that Gfunk 

Turn it up just a notch 
Ain’t no time to slow it down 
I’m tryna Mac it to the top

Baddest bitch by my side 
Maybe in a perfect world 
I wasn’t taught to share my riches with the company of a girl

Mikey said look out for me 
Gotta checc on number one 
Cuz if I don’t nobody’s got me 
But the barrel of my gun 

Tryna make it rappin 
Never was the case 
that’s why I gotta 9 to 5 
And crooked teeth wit a ugly face 
Bitch

Mr Seven 
357 today
I’m sick of Sittin in this traffic 
Get the fucc out my way 

I said I’m Robbin no sobbin 
hell or heaven 

Where ever I go just know it’s lucky me
And 357 ferreelz 

[yeah this shyt don’t fuccin quit 
I gotta 357 magnum, that ain’t never failed me 
Ferreelz 
That shit stays loyal by my side 
If you know wat I mean 
Gawd]

Mr Seven 
Mr 357 today
I’m sick of Sittin in this traffic 
Get the fucc out my way 

I said I’m Robbin no sobbin 
hell or heaven 

Where ever I go just know it’s lucky me
And 357 ferreelz

Mr. 357 (Prod. Nick Saturnin)

big shout out to nick saturnin great producer and engineer that helped me put with killin these passed few junts, big respect pimpin 🫵🏽💯🤝🏽🫡✊🏽💪🏽

Rest in Peace Lord Infamous
One of the greatest influences 


LYRICS:

A robbery on my mind
A 187 once I creep 
I pack the 9

Angels is watchin while I sleep 
On demon time 

I’m sicc of the busta Talkin heat 
I pay no mind 

I’m sick of they kind

So pass me the tommy gun
So I can clean the house out 

Makin you throat my 9 
Right Before I blow yah brains out 

You gone 
Bitch fucc yah soul 
Tell yah family pay yah debts 
Or else they ghost 

That’s how it go

It’s the Southside izm 
Pardon my evil 
Wen I’m sinnin
38 slugs and Mac 11s
Wit the Ski mask on with the windows tinted 
Rest in Piss 
Spittin on yah grave
Because I hate your soul 
I hope yah family always mourn 
Over they snake ass bro
Mane fucc you hoes

no luv foe a nigga livin foul amongst this earth
The reaper is comin 
You best to be runnin  
The visions of hell 
Leave you tossin to turn

You’ll soul will burn 
The demons is draggin you straight to the depths 

Do you wana step 
Put that gauge to yah chest
Then I blow off yah head

Fucc watchu hoes Talkin bout
Block out watchu sayin 
It’s too late for beggin 
it’s too late for prayin

Load up the jack off
And go out straight sprayin

And let the bodies drop
Another busta crossed out
Lined in chalk 

Fuccin wit me 
Wat the fucc was you thankin 

I aim atcha dome
Wit the tone til it’s vacant

MURDER RAP (PROD. NICK SATURNIN)

LYRICS:

Wats beef 
Beef is wen a Nigga like you can’t sleep
You close yah fuccin eyez 
And I’m all up in yah dreamz

You should’ve never fuct wit the overlord supreme
But now I gotta kill you off and put cha face up on a tee

Let’s not go there motherfucker cuz you do not want that pain 
I should’ve slit yah fuccin throat for tryna speak my name in vain

But figured that I’d spare you 
Cuz you nothin butta lame 

Based yahself upon the realest
Tryna front for fuccin fame.

You Never did dirt 
Never put in work 
If I took you to my hood and dropped you off 
You would get murked

Ol poser lame 
always Talkin loud 
Well tell me why I’m always thuggin
While you scared to get down
Homey youz a clown

Catch a one on one 
Fuck all of that jumpin shit 
Ima still swing if it’s only me 
I never been a bitch 

Deck you in the mouth 
Everytime you put me out 
Speakin on my business 
Spreadin rumors 
Pussy watch yah mouth

Hood hoppin Switchin sidez 
Wen it’s always time to ride
SUCKA nigga eat a fuccin dick 
And choke until you die

Keep my family name 
Up Outcha fuccin yap 
Alwayz Tryna bang and rap 

Hop Tha fucc up off my sack 
Before my real ones peel yah cap

SnakePeeler (Prod. Rocco Roy)

LYRICS :


Love me 
Hate me 

Love me 
Hate me

Love me
Hate me 

Love me 
Hate me 

I love the way you look at me 
I hate the way you’re dying to be 

Why do you hate me 
You drive me crazy 

Take me for wat I am 
Or leave me where I stand 

Underneath the moon i am 
I fell for you 
Lost in a trance 

Love me 
Hate me 

Love me 
Hate me

Love me
Hate me 

Love me 
Hate me

Love // Hate (Prod. Morecalcium)

LYRICS:


I took a look in the mirror 
all I saw was a crook 
One who lives life Robbin 
Committin sins off the hook 

Live life by the code 
Of a non holy book 
Yo ima fuccin burn in hell for all the things that I took 

Ain’t life but a dream
Man this shits so sweet 
Have your cake and eat it too 
Watever the fucc that means

I was dealt a shitty hand 
There ain’t no luv in my being
Trust no soul 
I let em know 
To Stay fuc from round me 

Im dirty rotten to the core 
Sumin like old milk 
Bitches give me sour faces 
Wen i coast on them wheels 

Can’t a mufucka ever pull up in sumin nice
They rather see me in a box 
Beggin for change eating rice

Coke white force ones 
Like they came from peru 
All Black dickie pants 
With a Pro club too 

Fitted hat to the side 
Just to keep my shit rugged 
Born and Raised in trenches 
So I’m nasty wit thuggin 

Better look me I’m my eyes 
Wen you speak spit the truth 
I smell the bullshit in the air 
And my cuete do too 

Chow down wit the dogs 
Or kick rocks with the cats
I heard you gotta new crew 
We call that a rat pack 

Snake ass niggas 
That be runnin from they problems
Put this nickle to yah head if you wanna come solve it 

Add another nickle and that shit equals 10
Because you used to droppin dimes wen you hate on yah mans 


Me and you are not alike see I’ma real 
Life goat 
You just fugazin thru vassel 
As a bitch made soul 

Tryna front like a crook 
But you ain’t cutthroat 
You always spewin out drop 
Wit a dick in your throat 

Fucc that
He said she said bullshit
You wanna be a gang star 
Well swallow a full clip 

I warned your Ass 
About steppin in the danger zone 
One more wrong move
I’ll put your punk ass in a box holmes

Crooks Eyez (Prod. LethalNeedle)

LYRICS :


I was born to give a damn
But never gave a mothafucc 
Caught me Hangin out the window 
With that sawed off from the trunk 

Blastin rowdy til my gauge is cliccin 
Leavin chickens slumped 
That’s juggalo that’s in me 
Pimpin always on the hunt 

Baptized in the fire 
To expire at an early youth 
Cuz real niggas die young 
But I ducked to devils coup 

I ain’t tryna feel the casket drop
I thangs I need to do 
Raise my son and count my funds 
And kiss my baby mama too 


Ol bitch nigga please get up off my dick 
You just mad cuz I’m stuntin
And yah dame wanna hit 
Catch me whippin me in a busket
But I’m still breakin necks 

Ima swang 
Ima bang
Ima rep my fuccin set 

SouthSide til the death 
CA tatted on my chest 
But I’m 3rd coast breezin 
Til I lose my fuccin breath 

Cant a buster 
Lay me down 
Patna lay my soul rest 
Ima rise up out the tomb 
And put that blade up in his neck 

//

Head huntin 
For you dummies 
Lil bitch I’m gettin money 

Head huntin 
For you dummies 
Lil bitch I’m gettin money 

Head huntin 
For you dummies 
Lil bitch I’m gettin money 

You gotta price up on yah head 
Stupid trick gimme my money 

(2x)

Head Huntin (Prod. Rocco Roy)

LYRICS:

As I toss and turn 
Lord I shall repent 
Forgive me for all of my sins

Forgive me for all my sins
And rid me that devil shyt 

For I know not wat I do 
And wat the fuck I’m really on 

I done spilled a lot of blood 
And sold my soul to lucid roam 

Fuck you and yah army 
Cuz I know what you be tryna do 

Shake me round and break down 
I felt it since I was about the age of 2

Grandma told just to pray 
And I’ll turn out to be fine 
The devil knows my powers wicked 
So he’s tryna warp my mind 

Demons all around me 
As I grip the rosary in my hand 
Constant war inside my mind
I pray wen will it fuccin end 

Will I perish from all of my damn mistakes 
I’m hopin not 
Take me up to paradise
For one last chance 
Before I drop 

(Filtered)

As I toss and turn 
Lord I shall repent 
Forgive me for all of my sins

Forgive me for all my sins
And rid me that devil shyt 

For I know not wat I do 
And wat the fuck I’m really on 

I done spilled a lot of blood 
And sold my soul to lucid roam 

Fuck you and yah army 
Cuz I know what you be tryna do 

Shake me round and break down 
I felt it since I was about the age of 2

Grandma told just to pray 
And I’ll turn out to be fine 
The devil knows my powers wicked 
So he’s tryna warp my mind 

Demons all around me 
As I grip the rosary in my hand 
Constant war inside my mind
I pray wen will it fuccin end 

Will I perish from all of my damn mistakes 
I’m hopin not 
Take me up to paradise
For one last chance 
Before I drop

Toss Away (Prod. Aureola)

LYRICS: 

19 ninty foe 
On the 12th day of the 4th month 
I Was first awoke 

I would choke 
Gasping for the air to breathe 
Not knowing where I was or wat to do
So wats the deal just pass a meal 
So I can get my stomach swoll
Takin pictures with my folks 

A blessing in disguise 
Just take a look into my eyes 
Wit no surprise 
And tell me what you see 
Can I live in peace and harmony 

Evil all around me 
Tryna clown 
Ill intentions harming me 
Quit storming me 
Please Send me back 
Don’t void my warranty 

Why the fuck did I live
Why’d they do me this way 
God Almighty
That’s up above
that’s full of love 
Come and take me away

Fucc if I’m here for a purpose 
This world makes me nervous 
I’m better off dyin 
Not lyin
I’m tryin 
my future is taint 
Paint me all black 
I’m the darkest of sheep 

I can’t take the Bullshit anymore 
So just let me die
History repeats itself 
But not if I press suicide 
Lay me in a hole 
And burn my body 
No identify 
Erase the memory
Of me from this world 
After my body dies

Follow me deep 
From abuse as a child to the life in the streets
From Doin drugs and blastin slugz
Why the fucc should I carry on life if I’m livin in heat
 
Please open the doors 
Holy Ghost show me more 
So I can stay 
for my child 
And a woman’s support 
Am I really unloveable 
Another divorce 

I can’t take the Bullshit anymore 
So just let me die
History repeats itself 
But not if I press suicide 
Lay me in a hole 
And burn my body 
No identify 
Erase the memory
Of me from this world 
After my body dies

No. 0 (Prod. Wonderlust Beats)

LYRICS: 


You couldn’t do it how I duz 
And I done said it befoe 
If you hate me come and six in my 4 door 
But you ain’t got the balls to do shit 
I smell the bitch you have up in you 
And oh my, It’s such a beautiful scent 

You could’ve had success 
If you stayed on your grind
But this shit ain’t really you 
Even tho you ride pipe 

You couldn’t dig my style if I gave you a shovel 
Because you ain’t from the slums and you don’t know the struggle 
Your idea of a bad day is a bitch cheatin 
While mine is hungry, zero money, 
but my kids still eatin 

Because of poppa goes hard 
Wen he’s grippin the steal
You better handover the money 
Nigga fucc how you feel 

Watcha gonna do wen I pull up and shoot 
When you ain’t gon have time to grip the pole Or even call up yah crew 

You lame ass punk 
I hope you catch a hate crime 
So they can see yah racist ass for who you were this whole time 

Claimin that you was down wit me 
But we ain’t nothin alike 
I tried to mold yah pass the torch 
But I believed all yah bullshit lies 

But at the end of the day
I start to see it unwind.

Murdah Murdah On Tha Wall (Prod. Siccmind)

LYRICS:

My homies don’t give a fucc or even support my shit 
I thought a nigga like me would be too legit to quit 
But I was wrong because I’m not even up in my zone
I just want support from my girl 
But she don’t even like my songs 

I’m not Talkin shit 
I’m just tellin it how it is
I would blow my brains out 
If it wasn’t for my kid

I’m just tryna raise em to depend on no other 
And definitely never trust a bitch 
Or ever call someone your brother 

Not worthy of an invite so I’ll just stay away 
Too many niggas showin fake love 
Get the fucc out my face 

Til my casket I’ll be fightin these fuccin demons
Father creator up above 
Wats this horror that I’m dreamin 

Wat did I do in the past 
why am I cursed with this life
Is it because I kill, steal 
And slang dope in the night 

I was gettin twisted out 
While y’all was smokin on tweeds 
Y’all was mackin to some hoes
While I was talking to trees

A weird sicc mind bastard 
On my way to the casket 
Fuck a reincarnation 
And a brand new chapter

Shits ass backwards 
People is livin lavish
Now how the fucc could I cope 
Without coke and jack daniels

40 ounce in my system 
This shit got me on and buzzin 
Finna cut me a couple lines
Geekin just like my cousin 

Back to reality 
Oh there goes gravity 
Rottin from the inside out 
Like the blackest of all cavities

AlizeOneIsm V.3 (Prod. Siccmind)

Lyrics:

Sometimes 
I sit and wish that I could die
Blurry vision in my eyes 
Contemplating suicide 

Found one reason why I’m livin
Wen I gaze into my sons eyes
I owe this kid the world 
Protect and serve until the dust bites

Think back 
Wen did the bullshit all start 
My mother hates cuz her father brainwashed my whole heart 

Her ex was touchin me shit 
While I was just a young kid 
I promised that I’ll slit his throat 
If I see em again 

There ain’t no chance in hell
I’m goin out without a fight 
The reason for my addiction 
To that coke and meth pipes

I’ll never dream again 
Cuz all of my dreams been broke
Robbed of my innocence 
Damn why is my heart so cold 

If you could see the shit I went through 
Maybe you would understand 
As I strike this cigarette 
And think I’m less than a man 

No father figure 
Just another Nigga to step on my dreams
Tell me what I can and can’t do
 Because he can’t do things 

Gettin the shit kicked up out you 
Cuz you make some mistakes 
Forever shittin on me hard
Because I have my dad’s face 

You must’ve really hate the dude 
Do you hate my son too 
Because he looks and acts and breaths 
Just the way that I do 

We only human
Why the fucc you tryna break me down hard 
I already duck and dodge the bullets 
That land in our yard 

Southside menace
That’s what this world created 
Six deep or in a cage was the bed that I lay in 

Ain’t no hope for me 
With the cards I was dealt 
Since I was young the only place I ever knew was called hell 

Fucc that
I rather die than live life 
Because my grandma always told me afterlife 
comes paradise 

So I think and sit with this chrome 45 
Weight of the World on my shoulders 
Wishin I could just die 

Open up the heavens gate
And lord please let me inside 

Am I forgiven for my sins 
Should I repent and then cry?

Fucc1994 (Prod. Kivnti)

LYRICS:

Pray for me as I go on mission 
I got 30 in the mag for everyone who ain’t listen
I got 30 on my mind 
And they the ones that’s was dissin 

Count yah days and count yah blessings 
Cuz I’m deep in decision 

I’m boutta stick you for that paper 
And yah grandmothers pension 

I got mouths to feed at home 
Incase you niggas ain’t listen 

I’m solo swangin in the rain 
Conversate wit the devil
My father was a rollin stone
So that makes me rebel 

Cuz you fuccin witta 
Made man pullin strings 
Like my name was japedo 

.44 revolver 
Ridin around like  dirty Harold
On deck with the cannons 
Wildin out thru the ghetto 

Fuck yaah life 
I aim slugs
Send you straight to devil

3 a.m.
To get the worm outta the rotten apple 
Early bird drillin thru earth
Raidin the fuccin castle

Leavin my enemies 
Facedown 
On my way thru El Paso 

I’m headhunting 
Flippin pigeons
Tying the noose wit lassos 

I’m for blood
Wit the blade in this bitch
Won’t stop until they dead 
I’m smokin ops like a spliff

Never gave a flyin fuck 
Like a bird that ain’t shit

So wen you see me 
Better duck 
Cuz I’m lettin it rip 

Bladeway with hand gernades 
Got em straight off the ship 

Guerillla warfare 
Close yah eyes
Cuz I’m here for the win 
Even if it kills me too 
That’s just the devil within 
I’m ruthless to the fuccin bone
Hatreds deep in my skin 
Nigga

Guerilla Warfare (Prod. Kivnti)

LYRICS:

[Verse 1.]

I gots to get blown 
Before I step out the house
So I can cope with all the madness that I see in my town

I gets down
Wen it comes to gankin yah folks
I need that money in my hands 
So I can skate on them vogues 

My big homie told me 
Keep it on the lowkey
As we was puffin on a rillo 
Taken swigs of OE

I Got mad bitches on my tip 
Cuz I don’t give a fucc
If it ain’t about the money 
Hoe You shit outta luck 

I gettin fried in the muthafuccin  moonlight
Livin life in the fast lane 
Incase I’m dyin tonight 

Pour the ketal one 
In the cranberry sprite
And now I’m swangin down the ave
Witcha bitch tryna ride

Ain’t no love in my heart 
For not one of these hoes 
Ever since I gave my trust
Man my shit done frozen 

gotta stay above the water 
As I whip the boat 
Middle finger to the sky 
Makin angels in the snow 

[Verse 2.]

Back again 
Wit a secondary verse
Spittin curses on these niggas
Tryna take me off the earth 

No sense in hatin on the ism
Tryna get it
I ain’t worried bout you bustaz 
You ain’t even competition 

Im in my own lane 
Only fuccs wit a few 
Pimpin we is not the same 
You do this shit for pussy moves 

I really do this for my fam
Put my son up in the house 
Keep his momma satisfied 
While I’m token on this loud

Da Funk (Prod. Trc Beats)

LYRICS:

(Verse 1):

Took a trip to the moon 
So I could see the other side 
Livin lavish 
24 karats
Snatchin diamonds up out the sky

In my spaceship
Shawty beam me up 
I’m Swangin thru the galaxy 
I smell these sucka muthafuccaz 
Tryna plot fatalities 

I’m sensin hella jealousy 
But they ain’t tellin me
Only hug and smile at me 

They wanna stop me 
But they caint 
Bossdogg I’m in charge
Protection from the stars 
Dancin wit my loved ones past 
Gettin high off gas from mars

Im full blown 
Supa maccadoucious 
Hittin that 3 wheel motion 
While steady sippin potion 

Ridin glasshouse pimpin 
Yeah you know wat it do
Bailin in my Stacy adams 
With that pinstripe suit 

Brim with the blue feather 

Paisley rag in lap 
Cogan on in my slap 
Wit a bad bitch In The bacc 
Tryna break up a sack 

So she can roll up my blunt 
Lick the crystals off her fingers
As I exhale on the skunk 

(Hook):

Ima do wat i gotta do
Just to get by 
Still the same 78 cuttdogg wen I ride 

Ima do wat i gotta do
Just to get by 
I’m still same muthafucca in the cut gettin high 

[2x]

(Verse 2): 

If I Rob or kill 
It’s cuz I need a meal 
Not for myself 
But for my baby boy 
Gotta pay them bills 

His momma know I’m tryin
But battlin them devils
I’m tryna duck them federals 
And bury the pass wit the shovel 

I used to be so cold 
TIL involved with you 
But now I gotta keep that heater in a box
Next to the Stu 

I can’t get jammed up 
In a situation wit a load mag
Cuz they gon toss that book up at me 
And knock my hustle as a dad 

So I gotta 9 to 5 
Tryna make ends meet 
From a playa to a gangsta 
To the father I should be

But no matter where I go 
And no matter watcha see
I’m still that same muthafucca 
Bendin corners token tweedz

And that’s on me 
Goin heavy with the shit 
So my family can eat

(Pre chorus):

78 cuttdogg as I dip thru the shit
Yeah I dip thru this shit
 As I dip thru the shit 

78 cuttdogg as I dip thru the shit 
As I dip thru the shit
As I dip thru the shit hoe.

Yah know 

Hook):

Ima do wat i gotta do
Just to get by 
Still the same 78 cuttdogg wen I ride 

Ima do wat i gotta do
Just to get by 
I’m still same muthafucca in the cut gettin high 

[2x]

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