created my thing just  4 u man this isnt on spotify yet BLOWSS

no man it just released 4 me man gawdayum i lu vur stuff

Lyrics:


Intro - Teeloaks being a silly goose


Verse 1 - Xionion

I got attachment issues, if that bitch hurt you imma pull up with my sickle
Got the demons dancing like a motherfucking minstrel
Seems like I’m bitter, how about you do something stupid ass nigga
Twisted like a rope, feel the bliss with the pistol 
When I’m blowing out my mental, it’s swinging, guessing rental
Often what I toke gives me bliss, conditional
Coming off as genuine, intent subliminal
When it comes to peace my mind is invisible 
Pissing off anybody playing picture perfect
Knowing damn well that we all hide the worst shit
Do I suffer for a fucking purpose? 
Stalin on my problems so I built a Iron Curtain, fuck a Birkin
I don’t need no fake hoes twerking on my dick
Angle number 666, sour pickles, but the pictures relish
In the sin, that’s six-hundred kids
Man that makes me sick, wipe their nose to this
I be flexing with my clothes to cover up the fits
Expose the truth like a racist getting clipped on Twitch 
Grew up in the burbs, but medically I’m cripped out, dripped out
Talented, you been doubt, calluses from the bass
Better read my lips now, cause it’s only spit mouth
Xionion, from the south, making crowds of niggas squint ever since I opened up my lens, wow


Verse 2 - Teeloaks


stick to myself, I'm like that stupid tape I'm
working with
tryna tape these boxes, get my money what my
purpose is
Try collect my thoughts, it's 3am, but they be
lurking in
know who I could be know what I got, laint
concerned with
they come in waves, they come in quick, they
come with pain, it's all of it
n that's why ion disclose wat I been thru it's all a
mess
n thats why lon let u get a clear view u wouldnt
get, u wouldnt understand
u wouldnt know the hand that I been playing
And even when I talk, u aint give a damn bout
wat Im saying
so Im sure that u can see what I be seeing bihh
I learned my lessons had tighten up on leashes
man
it wasnt ez man
I made decisions that would haunt me for at
least another szn man
maybe years n ish
it go on eons man
and that's why I just keep it to myself
never talk ab my father I aint ever needed help
give me all they stories im their therapist
then they leave me high n dry and then I get
embarrassed man

Iron Curtain (Ft. Tee Loaks) [Prod. Xionion]

sleepin with sirens ( prod nanashi beats)

Lyrics:


Verse - $!fu:

Drunk Enemy, I was never mad at you, but you'll never find a friend in me
Niggas need to stop being being broke and offending me
Imma speak my peace there's no defending me
We in the trap until it's cold, I'm waiting on yo lil bitch to hit my line and tell me something bold
Niggas tryna tell me how to rap, shut up, nigga you just old
Tell my granny rapping Is what's best for me, I make that music that's good for the soul
If you light a blunt and listen to $!fu you gonna be like "man, damn this lil' nigga need to be on"
You rap for likes, I do it so niggas know I'm a beast everytime I get serious on a song
I hop on the mic cause I know it's the only place where I belong
It's a long way from a come on but I know I'm not doing it wrong
You gotta have a certain amount of trauma and hurt to rap like me
It's like a switch flips in my head whenever I hear that lil' clap on the beat
Some nigga who ain't give me a chance in the beginning my DM's asking me for a feat
But I'm still the drunk enemy
Tryna battle my demons and conquer the enemy
I'm rapping and I'm flowing, you can't tell me I'm not one of the elite
Placing guns and drugs in our neighborhoods knowing we would go to war on that concrete
I'm shitting on you niggas just by being me
You say you kick raps but charge niggas for a verse they wouldn't even sell in swap meet
Unknown titan of this industry the sin win fall before my defeat defeat
Bow down to the new king, ain't kissing my feet
It's blood, sweat, and pain in this music
Don't tell me how to express my art
You niggas ain't even believe in me from the start
I do one-liners, it's better than whatever you call a whole bar
I made it all out rapping before I even made it rapping
Meanwhile, you in the studio punching it while you still capping, nigga
But this shit is just too easy for me, bruh
Oh my god
Yo, ayy, bruh
Come on now, like
Who the fuck
Doing it like me
I did that shit in one take
That shit took me 30 seconds to write, bro
Niggas not doing it like me, bro
Stop it, bro
You niggas aren't rappers, bro
You know what you niggas are
You niggas is broke, bro
You broke-ass, untalented-ass niggas, bro
Come on, bro, do better, bro
Ah-haaaaaaa, ight

Drunk Enemy (Ft. $ifu) [Prod. Xiz!]

They/Them Skating anthem🛹🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Lyrics: 

It's the brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Haven't sent a letter since I plucked out a feather it's
Really for the better, bitch, am I lying? I be tense
Squinting through my fucking lens, 20/20 split to 10's
I be careful with who I call a friend, take full offense
Homie saw a dragon, so I learned to never chase bends
Need a taste of the j to feel great, but not a healthy craving
It's the same plant that I preach fucking saved me
All the crazy girls wanna motherfucking date me
Self esteem high, but my soul could never save me
Lemme rest my head and let the lucid dreams take me
Rock a bye baby, not a baby, tearing up, nigga, maybe
Little slim, 'Bans shady, heart of spade, brain a navy
Bitterness to shame to lazy not a nigga who could play me
Another winter with spinner, oh shit that may be a

Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
VisionYourzFTM, all indie shit
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Let them all know how the motherfucking weathers been

In my chucky t's, Knowing love ain't free
Rocking vans march of 66
Get like me bitch, lucid dream, girl world, still got juice
Produce Keys, may I rest in beats
Bruce lee on this conscience stream
Oh my shapeless water I just wanna be on vogue wit your daughter
Sweater from pink, Victoria got a secret
She always being discreet, ￼pipe her in the back seat
I'm real classy, run this game like an athlete
Oh, skater boy from the west end east end
Catch me in these ray bens
Free comic day, rocking wit my cock out and i like to pop out, damn its mosh pit
Daytime forever sun shine catch me when i rewind, ouou

Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
VisionYourzFTM, all indie shit
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Brotha that be rocking sweaters don't got no lettermen
Let them all know how the motherfucking weathers been

Drunk Enemy (Ft. $ifu) [Prod. Xiz!]

Xiz! ✰

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