I'm six years too late for ts man, how am I just finding this

how tf do you pronounce your name? your shit's heat btw. i fucking love it.

i can feel the demons entering my home when i play your music

your voice is so haunting......if you and gizmo got on a song together .....hmmmm 

These niggas can't stop me nor will they ever get off me biters hard biting and you still lookin floppy swiper no swiping I be about my coffee Seattle snobby Foo bag back raise up off me My crown brought ME I fill it as KiNg my wallet could resolve any problem a revolver can revolve around involving all of em but let me get uh little taller menace I was raised in my man's by my mirrored image and I'm never finished 700 years I'll still be about the business and business man missin it's the top of the list for the top nigga in this bitch im finna sit down cause I keep lookin I see the class in session but niggas steppin up get dismissed. Just wanna let you know your on my mind all of my mentions heaven sent and my miss I'm on my grown man I fought no front fist for teeth hear me say on sight your sleep on these streets like you woke up to come catch my nap double impact fractured your humanity shelters your man your inheritance is the heart of uh transgender.

Song gives me chills in a good way. Brutal. Love the Max Payne 2 sample my man. its the cut scene after the first surreal dream sequence and before Max awakes and goes to the knocking at his door he is expecting some Mob goons (price on his head) but its Mona Sax.

Slow Deterioration.

With: @navvvi
Prod @fidi-946222141 & @shneaky-productions

[LD]
Too legit
Mess around and fucking pull the clip
I ain't been a better man but bitter how this fool'l get
All you pussies been a fan the way u talking full of shit
You laying down the line we finna cross w all our toolies gripped

Grippin On My tool aye
Sippin on that Kool aid
Jimming on your Jones
We got the chrome
We finna pull aye

All you rlly think about is diving in the pussy
I notice how they moving & I'm realizing whose fake

[nA]
navvi such a sidekick like he bic flame
living thru a culture like white kids and anime
full pain, against grain, that fucking faggot full gay
carry more beef than joe budden & charlemagne
she ran outa breath and she still suckin. why mang?
talk shit, be like pete davidson's dad... on a plane.
see if i give a fuck about artist's and their one lane
great dane, you can catch ME WITH A FKN BLOOD STAIN

[Ld]
Pissy wit it
Sissy bitches
Get your fucking
Body snatched

Shapes and sizes
Phasing out the
Matrix
On a godly path

Pity on you
Fucking
Flick you
Out
The fucking
Body bag

Pinching for your
Pennies
You petty
And then
The drugs attached

Run w the gang the makers we marking
Yall fucking miss we laser the target
Bitch wanna sit the Clique go the hardest
Fuck on that bitch She thrown in the garbage

[LD & nA]
Nothing on my mind
Fuck it I'll just grind
Wasted all the time
Fuck these jaws of life
[LD]
Pull out faits that's been done to me
fuck
All this pain and damn suffering
I can't explain what's been underneath
My mind explode I hope for relief

[nA]

you will pay right now
you will pay right now
grave.
grave.

HORSE PILLS W/ NAVVVI [PROD. FIDI & SHNEAKY]

An exclusive track i made for forlxrn's ep back in 2019

LXXIV - FVCK THE OPPOSITION [PROD. FORLXRN & SMOKERAW] (2019)

Spotify

SHADOW BANNED FT. ZER0XTHRASH & YUNG-RARE ☢️

KXNG X LEPRO$Y - PISSED OFF [PROD. Flacko Jetski]

prod. @pxlse

pennies from my pocket pop a pill and pick a topic 

drinking danish from the faucet faux influx of feeling awful

I see visions in my moxxy moterboat the fattest bitches

smoke the biggest blunts and pass out in the tiniest of kitchens

suck a dick if you succeed, sucks if you don't

take a rip of the wrong shit, feel it in your throat

running on the torn ligaments, fucking shit I'm feeling it

fingers in the baggie in the basement I'm living it

why you livid fucks tryna act like you new to this

watcha seizure in the skate park tryna get the kicks

bitch I been around and seen the same shit I'm serious

fighting for the high fahrenheit I feel delirious

demons in the dorms where I'm chillin make the walls move

running through the city while I'm sweating like a monsoon

find me at the bottom of a bottle chillin with the worm

put me in the dirt, it's the only way I earn


pain ignites, chest feels tight

left the fucking city in the middle of the night

hit the joint, kill the fright

boy who learned to fly out the window outa sight

pain ignites, chest feels tight

left the fucking city in the middle of the night

hit the joint, kill the fright

I'm the boy who learned to fly 


room feeling like a fucking prison count the walls

never leave the fucking city smoking ciggies at mall

feeling dizzy from the fall but it's the middle of the winter

drinking 40s in the morning popping scrippies for my dinner

I'm a sinner with a motherfucking scope

doin dirty shit to keep the nose clean, running from the rope

didn't find the message in the money or the dope

but maybe I can learn to fly right out the window yeah I hope

Boythatlearnedtofly (prod. PULSE)

prod. @lunartalk

cold dark apartments and alleyway parties

I'm outa the speakers and into yo head

rhythmic arrhythmic I'm calculated 

the way that I paint it and now you see red

I promise you hommie hypnotic and holy

you follow my meaning and hear what I said

weed in you hand with that drink in your belly

It's scary how closely you follow the dead


maybe it's habit or maybe your habitat

either-way breath let it all be unsaid

down in the culdesac smoking your handicap

parasite walking the streets that you tread

follow my lips 

watch as I dictate the way that you trip

every line hits like the back of the drip

drugs are my vehicle you are my bitch

feeling that itch as I pick at your core

can't look away from the horror in store

feeling the surface scum run for the door

demons and devils a snake in the score

even me out 

flip on the fear

try to pretend that it's not in your ears

feel the impurity sink to the floor

hide from the sickness you know disapears

-------------------------------------------------------

scared and erratic a panic fanatic 

the pressure is static your mood systematic

your're idiosyncratic and undiplomatic

your're psychosomatic sporadic it's drastic

a sadist a vagrant your're faded your're jaded

your're wasted impatient disorientated

degraded and latent and brimming with hatred

you hate it you wish you could be sedated



flow is so evil and toxic

really there's no way to stop it 

shit is so sick it's hypnotic

burn through your soul bitch I'm caustic

constantly living in hell this room is your jail your bed is your grave

slaving away for that minimum wage 

smoke till your feeling the weight of your cage

feeding you shit that you want

i got the shit that shit that you crave

Summon the demon that haunts you

leaving you sick and depraved

struggle to breath shit is nauseous

working my way in subconscious

I won't leave easy I promise

I am not here for the profit


tossing your easy I'm feasibly dangerous

make you feel queasy and weak is my aim just

give in to me and let make your flame hushed

forget your name and the reason you came what

you want to do i do better in bulk

you follow words from my mouth like a cult

you want the feeling and I get results

I got the sickness that's makes you repulsed

The Sickness (prod. lunarvision)

Shouts out to @liltrainwreck for hopping on this w/ me 

Black Lungs Black Death

Black Lungs Ft. Lil TrainWreck (Prod. Na$tii)

Prod @ded333
mixed/mastered by ME

Yuh, i raise the roof with this k
Choking on the gun smoke put him in his grave
Yuh, he wont see another day
I aint one to cap i aint one to fucking play

Feel this shit, do you feel this shit this choppa intimate
load the clip, fucking load the clip so i can let it rip

Im under the covers they dont even know it
I pull out that pistol then cock it and blow it
Been killing this shit everyday without motive
You come at me wrong and this shit get exolosive

Talking and talking, i cannot hold it
Said that you poppin, i didnt notice
Oh thats your chain? well i just stole it
Come into my crib so much coke it is snowing

He wont talk but ill change his mind when i pull out that 30 clip
He's a fed and i can tell by the way he think he tough and shit

Fuck the world im on my own shit, i sleep with a fucking 45
Ran up made his body flip, left that muhfucka with a bloody lip

Gun smoke, in his lungs have him coughing blood
If you wanna rep a set then we gon pull up to your hood

UGHHHH FUCK, i really wish you would
Knock him out put his face in that mud
Give him cancer from the smoke of this gun

Spotify & Apple Music

Gun Smoke [Prod. DED333] | (LYRICS IN DESC.)

TREAT ME HOW U LIKE [PROD. BIV]

GULLY track 2

Produced Mixed and Mastered by @nastiitaxii 

Lyrics: 
Verse 1: Na$tii
you ain’t on cause of yo talent 
boy you dick ride
listen thru yo songs and I was laughing
get yo shit right 
I been on that riot shit that violence 
what incite 
how you catch an ego talking big 
when you got lil hype 

steady making hits 
and been smoking in abundance 
I can’t stand the fuckery 
and all them bad assumptions 
blasting all my shit until that speaker give concussions 
and if we seeing12 come we kill em by dozen

stay hating on the gully kid
but yo girl fuck w my music 
got problems with control
if I like it I abuse it 
hit em in his stomach 
leaving bruises and contusions 
and I’m smoking Russian cream
but that blunt looking bigger than a Cuban 

80x put me under the grid
when the bell ring she gonna cover gully in spit 
kick handle in so we can go and plunder the crib
if you owe that’s some shit 
I don’t simply forget 
I need a cigarette 
now pass the razer blade 
been here for a second 
you want smoke then you gon fade away 
take it day to day only seconds till we all decay 
now single file everybody never misbehave 

thumbing through the rubbish 
where the diamonds at 
tell me where you find me at ? 
ready with the polish 
at the exit but the timings past 
you ain’t really built to last
you ain’t really ten toes 
leaking from the gash 
money froze now you exposed 
I got optimism but the glass is coloured Melrose
you ain’t really want it but you cop before the sale close 
now they selling tons but my brothers still in jail clothes

Hook: Na$tii 

grab the guillotine let it go until the jail close x4

I can’t see the face, but i know it got a pale glow 
bomb they limousine wrap they bodies like a pharaoh 
they can feel the squeeze just remember not to let go x2

Verse 2: Na$tii

I cracked my lips 
I take drag I rolled some hash in it
spinning of a fifth a federale how im taxing shit 
I ain’t gonna quit i shoot a badge till I’m a terrorist 
I ain’t even real I’m just a mirror up to a narcissist 

you ain’t really  gripping you a sweaty palm pacifist 
I been steady in it you ain’t even started spawning yet
Vietcong vet you a house pet 
I can’t even see you roaches scatter
once the light set 

roll my landlord in a blunt and get to smoking 
poison out the frogs back needles get to poking 
bleaching out my skin in the love seat while it soak in 
saying all that shit now you claiming u misspoken 

9-5 you serving so you don’t get 25 life 
now you fucking  pissed off
all you wanna do is fight 
Bobby where the kids at 
Bobby where that fucking wife 
Bobby in the suburbs grabbed a knife and stabbed a hunnid times

Hook repeats

Jail Talk

prod lxxiv

1st @adam-vanscoyk
2nd @kashimotu
3rd @cursedones
4th @areizaga
5th @ogodthedeity
6th …..

The Sickness (prod. lunarvision)

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