Prod. @yungmuppy

LYRICS:
hook: 
lil bitch pipe down 
i ain’t gon take shit  
if you keep talking end up a patient
please be quiet
dont make a statement 
we gon riot, death of a nation
rest in piss 
fuck Ronald Reagan
terrorist outta the basement
y’all wanna fuck w me  shit is so blatant 
Im violent impatient 

Bridge:
really wanna burn shit, cut shit, break shit, fuck shit
proceed to the scene with caution 
hate shit when you got no options
make shit  brains off toxins 

you ain’t got money the man gonna auction 
new grip cause the place been rotten 
what’s a pig to a long range carbon
pull up my boot straps I’m gonna stomp shit 

Verse: 

we like the  weeds in the concrete 
we like to shoot at police 
we just aim at there white sheets 
panic and crises 
upping the crime rate like it’s the 90s
upping the crime rate filling the pit with guerllias 
we started speaking , they wanna kill us
cigarettes stains, empty syringes
die for a wage , kill for the riches

kidnap, ransom, break shit , Samson
fuck pigs, bust back, kill shit and sum

phone tap feds on
take shit rents gone 
hit licks fight back
take shit withdrawn 

~Hook again~
~Bridge again~

outro:
hit em in the street 
them sirens ranging 
they go they go they go they go

Rest In Piss Prod. Muppy

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citrate: @areizaga
TR3: @cursedones

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LXXIV, TR3, & citrate - kill myself for the clout

written & performed by fxckjamie and gashum
produced by alvarado
cover art by gashum

STUCK! (FEAT. GASHUM) [PROD. ALVARADO]

(Lyrics)
God 
Hands up it’s a stick up
Bitch I came back to kill 
I’m no quitter 
So sick of the fuck shit 
Fuck it, might pick up that gun 
And bust the rust off that bitch 
It function trust 

You niggas talk shit right?
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
But act like you don’t 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Said he want a fist fight? 
Well fuck that, I let it blow 
Kick in yo door right 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Run through yo home 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
And if I heard right then yo shawty like dick 
I’m bending her over 
Uh Huh Uh Huh Huh

Yuh I have never once folded 
I’m too bold 
Still three loaded 
That’s four holes the fye just disposed 
They six below 
Through dirt the hole of any fuck nigga wanna test 
If it’s up they could suck dick and know that I’m the best 
Bitch I puff my chest then cut the neck 
And punt the fucking head off anybody trynna duck respect 
Cause what’s worse than death 
Is if I decide to slide through -
I’m leaving nothing left 
And I’m putting it on god 
If I step up in the room bitch it’s tombstones 
Niggas know that I’m they doom 
When they see me getting boomed 
Bitch I move just like a ghoul when the moon low 
And I know just how they maneuver 
Stop acting fucking stupid


You niggas talk shit right?
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
But act like you don’t 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Said he want a fist fight? 
Well fuck that, I let it blow 
Kick in yo door right 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Run through yo home 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
And if I heard right then yo shawty like dick 
I’m bending her over 
Uh Huh Uh Huh Huh


Warning! Take caution when I step up on the field
Summon the don, then you gon feel this stainless steel
Solving my problems when I cock it back and peel
No more remorse when I

Send that shiver down your spine
All black shadow my disguise 
Turned to stone, you paralysed
Venom leaking from my eyes
No surprise, when you all meet your demise

Mind control tactics
I’m problematic
Melt you to acid
Fake boy you plastic
Hole in the wall
Like where all you rats live
You gon fear the don
The motherfuckin Blood God
Okay

Moving kamakazi
Choppa fucking hungry, let it eat like a buffet, uh
Adrenaline rushing
But who gonna stop me
Yeah who gonna top me 
No one
I am the don
No I am a god
Of the realm that you walk 
I’m chosen 
Bones can be broken 
Ash can be smoked
If the wrong words have been spoken

You niggas talk shit right?
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
But act like you don’t 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Said he want a fist fight? 
Well fuck that, I let it blow 
Kick in yo door right 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
Run through yo home 
(Uh Huh Uh Huh)
And if I heard right then yo shawty like dick 
I’m bending her over 
Uh Huh Uh Huh Huh

I’m a real grave digger 
And could really get you offed 
How you rap but think you good at it 
That shit got me appalled 
Got a pole in my jeans you better prep for the assault 
It ain’t my fault you talking outta line 
Fuck the jokes 
Imma drive down maple looking for them tweakers calling 
Let em smoke my joint and when he’s high that’s when I’m finna rob him 
Then I slide the next day sell him an 8th cause he forgot it 
Then I do that shit again cause I’m addicted to the profit! 
Got some haters on my line that’s doing nothing with they life 
Even said that he’d slide but I’m dolo with no pipe 
Walking through the night 
Knowing if he press me then he won’t survive 
Triple 9 the set I get my demons glock 9s

UH HUH

UH HUH ft. DAEGHO & LXXIV (prod. DEATHW!SH)

TODAY MARKS ONE YEAR OF MFNF POSTING. MEGA THANKS FROM THE FAMILY FOR MAKING THIS POSSIBLE.

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@SATURNULTRA
@SNIPZTEA
@LVSTFORPAIN
@JAMESGORCZYCA1
@STINKER-DA-STANK
@STVRFIRE
@C3OF
@BIV

PROD BY FILLIPMAKESBEATS (https://bit.ly/3tPHqQm)
ART BY @C3OF & @JAMESGORCZYCA1

RACKS

@chase_noir

AYE, IT’S A SHAME
WAY I BLOW HIS BRAINS
BITCH I GO INSANE
BEEN A BANE
MASK UP, FEEL LIKE KANE
TURN HIM TO A STAIN
HE IN PAIN
WATCH HIS BODY DRAIN
LET THIS CHOPPA RAIN
CAN’T RESTRAIN ME
YOU NIGGAS TAME
BITCH THIS AIN’T A GAME

i might murk shit
put him in the earth quick
worthless
hurt shit
hit him with the 3rd clip
burn shit

AYE, POP SHIT
40 TO HIS HEAD, HE LOSE HIS CONSCIENCE
IT’S CONSTANT, THE WAY THIS CHOPPA BLOWING AT HIS NOGGIN

walk in this bitch with the stick on my hip
if that nigga don’t dip, then i’m blowing his face
I GOT A SWITCH ON THE MOTHERFUCKING GLICK
AND I STILL GOT A WHOLE 'NOTHER BLICK ON MY WAIST
told that boy slide with the motherfucking click
know it’s making em sick, way i’m upping them thangs
I GOT A SWITCH ON THE MOTHERFUCKING GLICK
AND I STILL GOT A WHOLE NOTHER BLICK ON MY WAIST
told that boy slide with the motherfucking clique, know it's making 'em sick way i'm upping them thangs
I BROUGHT A CHOP AND THAT BITCH GOT A KICK, HIT HIM HARD AS A BRICK, HE THINK THAT HE GOT LACED

choppa hold 50, if he acting fishy, i run in his shit with the motherfucking pole
no i ain’t missing, put one in his kidney, no motherfucking pity, i’m taking his soul
we could get busy, roll him like a philly, i’m upping the glizzy and letting it blow
making him dizzy, his block i be spinning, ain't motherfucking kidding my niggas on go

AYE, IT’S A SHAME
WAY I BLOW HIS BRAINS
BITCH I GO INSANE
BEEN A BANE
MASK UP, FEEL LIKE KANE
TURN HIM TO A STAIN
HE IN PAIN
WATCH HIS BODY DRAIN
LET THIS CHOPPA RAIN
CAN’T RESTRAIN ME
YOU NIGGAS TAME
BITCH THIS AIN’T A GAME

SHAME [PROD. BY CHASE NOIR]

public appeal // one man army; prod pcp x chase noir

HATE ME! [PROD. EYELE55]

Miss Me ft. Surro (prod. @eyvx)

--Lyrics--
Head spinning, I’ve been high for too damn long
I just had to go and see what I’ve been doing wrong
They say what’s locked in the dark will come to light
So watch your tone
I got nothing to hide, baby
I’ve been righting all my wrongs
I be chilling, tell my feelings
While I’m writing all these songs
Day to day, I kill my lungs
Fuck it, we gon’ touch the sun
I just touch down back on Earth
And what the fuck is going on? 
All you niggas moving wrong
I don’t want to get along

Okay, let’s run it back uh
Okay, I know that I’m on
I’m tapped into some different shit
Heaven and Hell, they’re feeling irrelevant
I’m in my own world
I’m putting the pieces together
I’m changing my fate for the better
I’m having some fun with this shit
I’m having some fun with this shit
Eyes on the prize, I’ma go head and get it
I’m locked in, finna run it up
Look at my eyes, why you telling these lies? 
You talking to me, got to keep it a buck
Fuck!
Whole lot of bark, but you can’t back it up
Ray gun on me, and it packs a little punch
It’s no mystery, I took it straight out the box
The world in my hands on fa-fa-fa

Head spinning, I’ve been high for too damn long
I just had to go and see what I’ve been doing wrong
They say what’s locked in the dark will come to light, so watch your tone
I got nothing to hide, baby
I’ve been righting all my wrongs
I be chilling, tell my feelings
While I’m writing all these songs
Day to day, I kill my lungs
Fuck it, we gon’ touch the sun
I just touch down back on Earth
And what the fuck is going on? 
All you niggas moving wrong
I don’t want to get along

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#distantt [p. Sacreds]

UP! w/ K.V.N//7Ł (Prod. BOWSY) (soundcloud version)

SHÏNÏ GÄNG.

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SHAME [PROD. BY CHASE NOIR]

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