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KIDZ ON DOPE (prod. hotwheels x GMF)

MIDDLE RING

(PROD. NECU) 
money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 


baby say im sumn like a yves saint laurent. 

totin that 30 ima top shotta don. 
posted where iss at, 
you aint ever seen a trap. 

hittin on thrax when i hittit from the back. 

baby watchu thought? 
this aint neva nun sweet. 

makin them ins, 
runnin laps on repeat. 

ion fuckin cap, 
got respect for myself. 

20 years old my glock still off the shelf. 
ima fuckin die fore im thirty no doubt. 
double dose acid make my whole brain melt. 

fuck who a had to dealt w me goin up n down. 
ion give a fuck how tha lul bitch felt. 

mista gon take ya fuckin lyfe, thats me. 
shoot a nigga down lul m16. 

ion fuckin cap got respect for myself, 
20 years old my glock still off tha shelf. 


money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 
bitch you gon talk you betta leave out my name. 
hunnid sum niggaz gon cap for da fame. 
thousand sum bitches gon hoe for da game. 
i aint here to judge im finna stay out tha way. 

pass me dat drank when i move, switch lanes. 
my bank account empty, ima some juug some mane. 

this that typa shit da BG dont play. 
killin muthafuckaz like a murda buffet. 

(money dont last nigga, fuck it im paid.) x4 

(gettin to da cash nigga every which way.) 

(carry dat strap for these suckaz all day.) 

(let a hoe get between dat money, no way.)  

(how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat?) 
(baby stop playin, make the money count beep.)

34ROUNDSINMYPOCKET

YUNG CHARLE$ LEE R4Y

Verse I

Young Charles lee ray
Come and get Cho wig split 
Boy this ain’t no child’s play 
Ready 2 die like any day

Fuck the churhc and fuck the state 
Burn it down to light my blunt 
Ashing and relaxing 
While these bitch boys steady on mah nuts
Hate me ion give a fuck
Ya yo bitch she wanna fuck 
I’m just focused on mah bucks 
I’m just focused on mah drugs 

I got myself into a rut and ion think I’m getting up 
All I do is fuck up
All I got is bad luck 

I just want a hummer 
Riding wit my brothers
Pulling up Like wassup 
Ducking undercovers

Let these fuckers suffer 
Like we did bruh 
Tryna shine 4 my motha
Fuck u mfs

Verse II

I’m so sick and tired of all thes ppl always in my ear 
One day when yo end is near, I’ll b laughing at yo fear 
I ain’t got no heart 
In tha dark 
Cold like a beer

Cut yo face from ear to ear 
Gut u like a fuckin deer 
Putcho head up on a spear 
I’m just keeping shit sincere 

4 the dead I shed a tear 
Could give a fuck bout Cho career 
Make yo ahh a souvenir 
No matter what I persevere 

Living dead how I appear 
Smoking loud bitch I can’t hear 

Got me fucked up 
So I’m drugged up 
If weren’t for bad luck,
I would have none

Mixed/Mastered by JohnnyDE4D

IfItWeren’tForBadLuck,IWouldHaveNoLuckAtAll [prod.$UMMER$] *LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION*

Beat Prod. Nekk
Artwork: @abygailhhh on instagram
Lyrics: 
1st verse- $olumDolor

I’m constantly over sighting 
But the picture been painted without you 
Guiding serenading the serpent a poltergeist 
Just give me a minute, and you can time it
People are changing their mind about me 
Every second I get is a minute i’ll eat 
I might need to a second to get on my feet i need Somebody special to help carry me cause I

Been begging for a different way to kick you out my 
brain
Nothing i’m doing is ever enough 
Nagging at me til i’m saying i’m done

My patience been tested i feel like i’m caving in wasting my life today 
Smoking my pain away never been saved i can face all my problems aye



2nd verse - Ozzy Monroe

I think that Ive been chosen
It might be delusion 
I could be confused or 
It could be the shit I’m smokin’
Either way we balling 
Either way they choking 
Either way we making buzz like a cricket
They be shooting shots but all of them missin’
Aura golden make a low dweller bitter 
If you tripping play me I’ll be your sitter 
How do you know what’ll happen tomorrow? 
I don’t 
How do you stay above all the fog?
I float
How do you stay so patient with broads?
I smoke
Where do you make these songs? They so hard
My home
We- we been balling crazy but that only make em’ hate!
I- I know I don’t look the type I use that shit as bait 
When you show love please don’t except them to reciprocate 
Just charge it to the game 



3rd verse - $olumDolor

Never looking for the truth in a myth 
My soul is hanging from the edge of a cliff
Psychedelics put my mind in abyss 
Only way to get me through all this shit
Only way to get me to reminisce when 
I feel like mind has been stuck in a blur 
Haunted by certain abundances given 
To me through a portal of consciousness 
Taken for granted 
A specimen tested inside of a laboratory 
But I grew up inside my own category
If you part of me being here’s mandatory 
If you witnessing me then you seeing glory 

Never been a fan of when I settle for less
Never keep it on my sleeve my heart is locked in my Chest
I’m at bay 
Better go repent your stay

Psilosybin (feat. Ozzy Monroe)

[ENVIOU$]
rollin up so many blunts
bitch I don’t know what to do
ridin with ZETTA and MUDAH
you know that we movin 
i got me my new crew 
bitch I keep my blade tucked
keep a strap we bout to shoot
yeah you know that’s how it is
and you know that’s what it do
i’ve been chokin, overdosing
hoping that I’m okay
thinkin the weed will ease the pain
but it never feels the same
mane I need a new escape 
but I guess I’ll spark a j
man I’m always feelin drained
this is just another day

[RO$ETTA]
take the buddha, roll it up
mothafucka light the blunt
and let it pass around
til our lungs get stuffed
cuz i need to get little bit faded
before i get paid 
it just lightens my spirits up so
when you see me around, about
all in your area, know that i’m never not high
just look in my eyes, are they low?
are they red? am i never not one with the sky?
you know, i’m stoned 
a couple of hoes and i’m making them blow O’s
you know, we smoke
so pull out the ink let me light up that indo
dro got me slurring
vision blurry cuz i’m off that ink
lay back in my bed 
it hit my head that w-e-e-d

[MUDAH]
smokin a blunt to relax 
and take the stress up of my mind 
MUDAH been going and going 
through all the emotions 
it’s time to take that flight 
roll up the blunt
light that shit up
and turn them motherfucking speakers up
ILL MINDED ready to blow
explode from all the fucking indo smoke 
so just for the night 
i leave that shit behind
and roll with ILL MINDED and vibe 
you know we slowly creeping with the 9 
ride through 505
you know we blowing smoke 
and getting high 
that’s ILL MINDED style 
roll up the joint
and set that bitch on fire
sending us straight to the sky

HIGH IN THA 505

HIGH IN THA 505 (PROD. RO$ETTA)

Lyrics: 

Thinking on a mistake 
did a little bidding in my head space 
sold my soul to stay away from mis taste 
disgrace thinking bout my dumb face 
scattered fuck it shatter heart and leave me in my worst place 

 motherfuckers only care about the baggage only passing verbal passive fuck a passion 
lets just follow what hes doing maybe cash in catch em lacking 
never worried bout my death its only matter time it happens 

watch em gather round they circle like the birds above
puffing on a jay up in the other hand a blunt 
Smoke to face I like the taste of poison up inside my lungs
always blood in hand im coughing up my body not a pun 
always doing drugs what started out for fun 
only taking what I can but lately I be smoking till my vision faded body stiff and numb
fuck it up dont give a fuck about it wont be here for long 
Reaper never distant always linger im the vagabond
abbadon
 rest in piss you piece of shit no peace for leeches dead and gone 
plenty out for me the others hate but talk about my songs
fuck around and find out why im always in my head along 
Ripping and tripping prescription split I take a hit and gone 
Spitting precision the blade done slitting vein im living wrong  
Running no stunting id rather puff the weed inside the bong 
Dejected impressing whatever’s left instead I write this song 
Now lay in bed I look up at the ceiling 
empty heart I long 

Wishing 
this was the end of it all think I’m kidding
I look for a sign or some hope but it’s distant 
In head know it’s wrong but abusing decisions 
To vices now numb feeling dumb always living dependent 
I can’t get away got no ice or no pendant 
Depending I make it no matter I’m sending in life with a

message of give it and sinning repent for a feeling no god in the ceiling it shatters like glass as I fall never kneeling my face got no place in this world why I’m peeling my skin from my bones to be close to these demons berating or hating no matter they with me forever pariah dejected come get me or leave me alone 

In this hole I rot inside my tomb no light it’s dark just like the womb could I presume that  life on pause will not resume so grip the pistol know im doomed 
My eyes now white just like the moon

VERTIGO. (Prod. YUNGMEXIC$NBIH)

LYRICS 

YUNG ERIC DRAVEN

Everybody doubt me, hataz jus surround me 
Smiling in mah face but u talk bad when u talk about me 
I hate everybody 
Bouta coppa shotty
If u want an issue well I’m ready to catch a body 
I feel like I’m hades, everybody hate me 
High like a plane be, shit ain’t eva changing 
Shit jus been the same g, im just tryna make this cash 
I don’t feel ah damn thing, life been flying way 2 fast

Prod $ummer$
Mixed/Mastered by JohnnyDE4D



#bhvk

doubt me prod. $ummer$

Adolescence (1)

hiphop  beat produced by lost decade ft biggie lyrics

lost decade - Better Days (ft biggie lyrics)

Music produced by TokinPotent 
Lyrics written by Ozzy Monroe & TokinPotent

Psilosybin (feat. Ozzy Monroe)

$OLUMDOLOR

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