DIFFERENT SIDE

LYRICS 

Bitch I’m up in the night 
Planning on my grind 
All I see is red 
Seepin out my thoughts 
ain’t no secret 
Roll up right around the corner 
Who’s that fuckin dodgin me
They frozen like a photo
Hold up you’s a fucking loner 
Make it my mission to multiply bitch 
Tell me everything I wanna know 
I hear is lies bitch 
Caffeine got me crashing like a pilot 

Fuck the whole world up like a virus 
Now I’m reminiscin fuck around 
Like spinning tires 
Bitch I said it once 
I’ll speak it again 
I’m the mothafuckin Tyrant 


Now I’m reminiscin
Fuck around I got the
whole gang go insane 
Got the big blades 
On the phonk train 
And they calling fo the pain 
What the fuck is ya name 
I don’t really give damn 
Bout the fame 
But it’s up to my faith 
And never surrounding myself
With the flake game 
Hunnids of fiddies 
But really never killin pain
Drippin in black
Don’t kill yo self fo the game 
Back one time 
member who the fuckin FIEND 

Fuck the whole world up like a virus 
Now I’m reminiscin fuck around 
Like spinning tires 
Bitch I said it once 
I’ll speak it again 
I’m the mothafuckin Tyrant 

Bitch I’m up in the night 
Planning on my grind 
All I see is red 
Seepin out my thoughts 
ain’t no secret 
Roll up right around the corner 
Who’s that fuckin dodgin me
They frozen like a photo
Hold up you’s a fucking loner 

you’s a fucking loner

LONER

LYRIC VIDEO OUT NOW 

ENVIOUS̸ : 
( Ay, Ay, Ay )
Mother, mother, mother fuckers always talking 
always talking like they know 
got my 40 cock it back 
and let that motherfucker go 
turn a sucka to a ghost 
turn his bitch into a hoe 
I got xans lsd
I got tabs on the low 
I got 5 down to ride and they all want the smoke 
I got killers in the cut sacrifice and snatch your soul
I got nines 
I got knives 
keep my blade on my side all the time 
wanna try me
I will take your life
no regrets
no remorse
yeah you know it’s homicide 
take ya life 
where you go
you ain’t shit 
you’s a bitch
you’s a lame
I’m the mane 
yeah wassup motherfucker
yeah wassup
yeah wassup motherfucker ay. 

BTD SPECTRE:
Smoking my blunt wont pass this weed 
you talking to me no fucking with me 
In the dark as I bleed only wishing for 3 
sixes im making my wishes proceed 
the devil embarking my conscious and talking to me and telling me please they get what they give only wishing for peace you talking to much wanna bleed they fucking with me no I can’t believe its hard to breathe no breaking bread with enemies no friend of me to stab my back and watch it bleed so left you high and dry in the dust and dirt for the birds to pick you clean just leave me b inside my room I smoke in peace 
 keep me from gripping that pistol and ending my life just to watch as they stand up above looking down on me 

RO$ETTA:
they talking about that killa
RO$ETTA that mane 
bitch i’m goin insane 
load the nine, cock it back, bang 
you know i don’t play mothafucka 
that zetta was raised as a hunter, i got aim
so you better believe when i pull up
motherfuckers gonna get they asses beat
i’m pulling up 3 deep, that mudah and milford
and z-e-t-t-a 

motherfuckers claiming that they gonna pull up
but they never wanna catch this fade
so they better protect they neck
or a mothafucka gonna aim right for they face
don’t give a mothafuck about a mothafucka 
bitch i’m from the 505 southwest mane
me kill and i creep, leave them bodies in sheets
i’m a fiend for the weed, and the cocaine

TALKIN THAT SHIT ( Ft. BTD SPECTRE & RO$ETTA) [Prod.SouljaByTheLake]

[LYRICS]

[RO$ETTA]
mane i feel like shit 
keeping under covers 
blinds closed
disconnected, i don’t even want a rip
i just wanna cry, fuck a high 
contemplating suicide 
even laying in my bed, i feel sick
i just wanna die and let worms eat up on me 
don’t even really cover my body except sheets 
i go out like a god of all gods like ancient greece
when they put me dirt, pray to god, i remain deceased 

and when i’m dead
all darkness will come out of my head
everything will fucking end 
and i can finally get some rest
looking back up on my life
i know most, it wasn’t right
if i could fix up everything
i would, yeah, it’d just take me time

[ograbbitwalker]
hush up lil fucker 
you make it to obvi 
that you wanna be something u can’t embody
og, zetta, with that tommy
mane i been thinking about it
this broken body, i love it
mane all this shit that i did 
forgave myself, it took some time

every star will lose its shine 
everybody has a demon 
not everyone has the time 
hoe
574 to 505 hoe

silver lining (feat. ograbbitwalker)

silver lining x ograbbitwalker

Lyrics 

Fuck all dat shit if you think you a saint chrome hit yo chest out yo back imma paint i  got that fye that they took out uh tank smoking dat pack cause i know that it stank i been the same fuck you deciding for i call da audible i sold packs and got paid on da honor roll whoa she eat me up like she  a carnivore she gonna take my whole soul  i left my safe in da cove tell sum shit i dont know 50% in my mix and im probably gone shoot cause act up glock inna bag tucked i just came to ask sum why the fuck you act tuff i never get it  i do alot while maintaining my image step in da madhouse we standing on bidness you finished stop playin wit us

Your Sanctuary Aint Sanctified P. Sphynx

Bitch im flexed up 
Gotta get the money 
Got my check up
I got the sauce 
They can’t catch up 
I got the sauce 
They can’t catch up 

Talking all that shit 
Pussyboy get your weight up
Big ballin im getting chips 
Fly as fuck these bustas talking  
They hating this 
Cold playa shit 
Bitch you know im one 
I don’t give a fuck 
Bust boy what you want son

Hatin on my name 
While I paper chase 
These mothafuckas 
Talking shit 
What the fuck you say 
Can’t say it mf 
Keep it in yo ass
Sick of all these bustas 
Talking shit 
You ain’t getting bread 

Big ballin
And that money 
Gon keep callin
All these fuckboys 
Keep on talking 
Do we really have a problem 
Tell me how is you gon solve it 
You gon end up with no wallet 
Talking guns I got a rocket 
Not gta pull it out my pocket 

But you won’t 

Couple hoes in my phone 
Yeah that bitch Sandy cheeks 
The way she gimme some some 
These mothafuckas going out broke 
Yall the same lames who talk shit 
Bitch I already know 

That they gonna playa hate
While a playa making bank 
Getting to that bread 
Bitch I ain’t worried about no skank
Yea I always been up late
Grinding bitch I gotta stay
All up on my grind 
Bitch you know im tryna be great 

Have steak on my plate 
Bitch you know what it is 
Bitch you know a playa 
Gonna worry about his business 
Stand up on that shit 
I ain’t really trippin 
All these bitches come and go 
Bitch you know what is
Flexed up 
Bitch you know i gotta the bread 
They really trippin with these bitches 
Bitch you know what they said 
Behind your back 
Now you never know 
So you gotta get through 
On your own until your gon so

AIN’T NO THANG PROD BXXGIEMANE

Havin Motion

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I Wish

Prod by champ 
Sorry about the weird sounding my mic broke and I was recording though my headphones and phone

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