prod. mercykill

Lyrics: 
Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really don't give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I don't really think yall fucking with the kid
Not a lot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

I pray to god I dont know if he there
But I need better days (be)fore my dad in the air
And im still blowing dope, cant you smell in my hair?
I stop sniffin’ that blow
I stop eating them pills
Hate being sober and hate how I feel
Every day wanna end this pain cause the money wont end this ache
Fuck fame I don't want it bitch I like my shade, go away

Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really dont give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I dont really think yall fucking with the kid
Not alot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

Used to rock a burn hole hoodie sippin’ wockhardt
Used to gettin high, ride and whippin’ stolen golf carts
Said I wouldn’t be shit way before I dropped out
Now they yellin’ mk! Only cause I drop now

Used to go to hotel hoppin’, window shoppin’ just a youngboy with no option
Pistol poppin’, pocket robin’, slick black, takin all the money & the jewels yelling !Get back!
Never gave a fuck bout the rules they aint get that
Tell me what to do ima drool when I lean back, chillin
That lazy boy villian
Im on my shit up a blick, go missin

Official Video

The way I feel now

SHOULDER STOCK

SALIVA GREY - SHOULDER STOCK

prod. Nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
rec/mix Lord Gasp

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LYRICS

always had it in it, the core sweats fuel
that gon tear my carotids
wit but lethargic
the brain stay rotting
the flesh peels off as i walk all the birds keep dropping you can smell it
you feel me
always got it hanging, the knoose by the neck and it tightens by the minute
ain't nothing new, ain't no other way to spin it
If yo beads cross mine, pick yo feet, start running

Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon
Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon

I’m a big steppa, big boots to your jaw 
the balenci bricks , yea the ‘roids’ to your jugular
they say i’m a sick cynical with bottomless scars
I could feel like quitting, leave it all, go die in the forest
yall make me sick but listen I keep leading the heat, 
the glass shards through my dermis I keep walking like jesus
tide taller like lemme peep just over I reach
for bright stars then I squeeze em in my palm till it bleeds

Everyday feel like the same now
It don't really feel like it’ll change no
pull me the fuck out my head now
head now

shit's tense and it kills all hope
you can feel your noddle floating and the air gets cold
Quick temper, I got dislike for every sentimental being
let the thin ice broke

I've let the thin ice broke and fell back in the creek
I’m collecting thick scars, come and get your own if you need
y’all putting a fake smile, dont tell me you like what you see
pull out the big 9, put this fucking world on its knees

Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon
Blood marathon , blood marathon bitch
Blood marathon, blood marathon

Blood Marathon

vagabond

production: Gullyspit

Lyrics: 
Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 1: 
that’s a misfire
that’s a setback
I bet that 
stitch what you can save and put the rest inside my backpack
got fun in little bottles you have that 
come on back inside and grab a blunt
got pretty girls, you like they ass fat?

i be fucking toxic
i know they hate guts 
i might stay on drugs
smoke these roaches to the nubs
pretty people in my dm's
lot of black inside my lungs
i know they wanna see me rotten
wanna fill me up slugs 

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 2: 
off the jump
need a lift come suck me up
i been waiting for minute 
every finger needs a gun
i can’t deal with more attention
but attention is so fun
you the type to run your mouth
I’m the type to make you run
it’s okay though
cause i got pockets full of bands
i got money for a second till it burns right out my hands
empty stomach like my gas tank
concrete all on my land
i got weapon that been handmade
using printers from Japan

but today
honestly today 
I feel a bomb
my face got a mask
don’t say you scared of this gun
i just need a bit a time 
this moment won’t be for long
put the money in the bag or open wide for the pump

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

On The Road

engineered/mixed by MrSadBoy

cover art SAYYAS

production by NetuH

Lyrics:

(Yeah)
Love it when that money talk to me cause ima talk back
Scouter read they’re pussy by the way they quick to fall back
Never sell my soul for no check or no contract
Really want the smoke but scared of second handed contact?
God, damn
Got me starring at this cup alone
When she hit me back I changed my mind leave me the fuck alone
Walk this bitch and run alone
Stand up and show up alone
One hit to that cranium gon rearrange your fucking dome
Jae the coldest freeza no I don’t know what got into me
Try to ride the wave you get converted to an MP3
I don’t got no opps I’m only seeing opportunities 
Got ‘em shaking in they’re boots like weather under 10 degrees
Pray that god forgive me cause the money I commit 
I done seen plenty bad hoes who still ain’t make the list
You could do a million good things, they won’t acknowledge shit
Blow your brains around the place 
Turn you to an optimist 
I don’t do exclusives no you bitches make me sick 
I don’t wanna hear excuses so I mute that stupid shit 
Tryna get up in my spine, but your blade just ain’t sharp enough 
Have your shawty open legs, show her how I really cut

IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY!
YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH!
IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY!
LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT!
IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY!
YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH, YOU A BITCH!
IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY, IM NOT SORRY!
LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT, LET IT HIT!

IMNOTSORRY! (prod. NetuH)

MY MIND IS A MACHINE GUN/MY HEART IS A TIME BOMB

written / performed by @blckbrds x @dubich
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @tumaggz x dubich

FEAR OF WHO?

FEAR OF WHO? w/ Dubich

prod me

lyrics:
hellspawn villain 
kill a nigga, fall flat
leglock, pin em 
bitch i never hold back
headshot hit him, bet he never come back
riding round the city w the stick on my lap
bounce out 
make the semi go BLAT!
down south 
bet a nigga wont rat
loud mouth 
finna piss in your trap
tryna get my face 
til i push em on back

go black on black
my fashion kills
niggas want my fashion skills 
racks on racks
now that's a thrill 
living for some mass appeal 

poker when i face em 
but it’s obvious im packin steel
no smell from my basement 
cuz them bodies in them vacuum seals

keep away from res 
around the rosie where im cracking shields 
lethal as it gets 
i stole your rover now it lack a wheel 
why you lackin still? 
my crew flows is hella dope 
make you jealous tho
i do things theyll never know im-

7 heads in a duffel bag (prod. slade kovacs)

prod. @aragoth_die
written / performed by @gullyspit & @blckbrds
engineered by Gullyspit & @tumaggz

FISHRIB

prod. by triple murder beatz, zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love 

Break bread with my demons every season
I’ve been contemplating leaving 
I could never my mind up 
Towards the terror staring at me, my eyes shut 
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under,  fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with 
Can’t encounter this shit without vile luck 
Times up, fuck it 
Let me rise up 
If word is bond 
Then I’ll tie these flows tight like a rope
I’m on a host of pills 
Like I’m just supposed to feel calm 
You know the deal 
All the shit I ever wrotes too real 
Switching rhythms 
Killing hopes, revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal 
Living like I’m just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I’m grown, I feel  
Down to be goat 
Ideally don’t ever choke 
Compose flows to cope and heal 
4 beats in a bar, 4 chambers in a heart 
4 days, no sleep 
I was dreaming of the stars 
Troubled days, I was drained 
It was raining in my heart 
No restraint from carving another scar 
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain 
Shades in the dark, I can’t ever think straight
When the pain sparks
The sick traits of my heart thats been caged falls to a grim state  
On the fringe of my sin, I’m convinced when I meet ‘em
That they don’t like me, but, I don’t like me either 
No time to spite or greet ‘em
Might as well fight the feeling 
Take flight and leave them because I don’t like to see ‘em
Hope I never need ‘em again 

The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love (x2)

(I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go)

I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 

44 MB OF TRAUMA

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