all beats prod. Cake!

lyrics mhm:

i keep a 43x for protection like it's an amulet 
disappear like magic when aimin’ at an antagonist 
light it up like it’s cannabis 
waste em like it’s dialysis 
best case scenario he end up with paralysis 
i wield these loops on computers like it’s a smith and wesson
teachin lessons, preach no blessings
swore that i had drive but almost crashed it at the intersection 
got no direction to head in
except for severin melodies 
im the specialist 
what i tell ya
got a keltec on my desk right next to legend of zelda
treat the blicky like a cartridge i blow it to get shit started
im vsauce with the knowledge 
all these online guys can suck my d.o.n.g. bitch
i got an ego like im poppin
ima keep nailin lines till nails inside my coffin
spittin lyrics im a god
i kill and carry mad often
i craft a beat with a soul
then murder it like im heartless
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and you bitches next
i aint trippin, you just sendin little threats
close your mouth bitch, that’s a bigger flex
never pressed bout niggas on the internet that’s talkin mess
oh you got a gun! you gon shoot it? 
no. thank you, next.
guess who stayed up
till 3am to makes sum beats again
no one as elite as him
treat me like a seraphim
bitch i got a list of everybody im better than
all you fuckers may be rappers, movin like a predicate
i been that bitch
im that bitch nigggaaaaaaaaa
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i go both ways
shake hands with god, play pattycake with satan
watching niggas sell their soul to get their self up on a playlist 
i been hungry, im impatient 
i aint tryna work no grave shift
or reach the point where everything i love makes me anxious 
when you feel passionless, indefinite time
that’s when the self doubt seeps and, fills the cracks in your mind
i tried my best to fill the gaps but i aint do it in time
so at this point im past prevention, been that way for a while
i don’t gotta boast talents
skilled hawks don’t show talons
but i wanna show myself that the moment i chose patterns to close was worth it
cause these battles been hurtin
if i put in this energy in it im makin it perfect 
a guarded heart allows no swords or comforts
i put my guard down, and hope the comfort comes first
and i gotta make sure 
that i can stay passive when dodging patterns
hard to lick wounds when everything you spit comes out as acid

seraphim✨

prod. Cake!
feat. soundcloud.com/redboyxo
art by @golfwastaken on instagram

Colorama w/ redboy

prod. Cake!
feat. B.A.T and Rosegold!
https://soundcloud.com/outofthepark
https://soundcloud.com/softboytrash
art by @golfwastaken on instagram

Lil Miss Draco w/ B.A.T and Rosegold!

throwaway, i honestly dont expect this to go far but hey man new frenchie
prod gmf

im not a simp!

Chapter 85: MADMAN BISTRO [prod by @theshadiest] {Evil SinClair}

LYRICS:
Angel dust, in my nose I trust, God knows I'm fucked
The painful lust, the pain I feel from Angel dust

When taking angel dust, beware of the painful lust that busts and makes you bluff and rough and tough and wreck up all your stuff
Your brain is mush and fried stuffed with stuff up to your eyes
You try to cry but find inside you wanna see some people die
Crazy, hectic, not a single person skeptic that the wreckage came from protected use
Just a dumb, sad, neglected, poor connected, poor family expected
Been previously rejected, used PCP to project it
Black whack the cyclones, the rocket fuel could buy homes
Angel hair, angels where?, what the fuck do angels wear?
Backtrack, comply bro, you're on it dude, you'll die bro
Ain't it fair can't you swear that something should be painted there?
Blood on the paintbrush, flooded on the tame but
Don't get caught, you'll get caught up, fight them with the same brush
Let them have it, stay big, throw the L away
Every day, take your angel dust so that you'll melt away

Angel dust, and my nose I trust
God knows I'm fucked
The painful lust, the pain I feel from Angel dust

Sniffing cocaína
Me and Saylor doing things that bitches witches
Thinking that we fucking on some brujería
Chiquita I'm sipping on a margarita from a señorita that's twice my age
Careful with these hags cuz they sharp like razor blades
And they quick to put a lil monkey looking nigga like me in a fucking cage
But I don't care 'cause I'm still fucking
Angel dust got me busting
Can't feel my skin must be robitussin
I'm simple sober and if she sucking like a yakisoba
Tell a bitch to come over and quítate la fucking ropa
Bend her over have her head on the wall like a poster
Eat it all cause they think I will just like Doja
Tickling chocha licking porkchops splash on ta tas
Nut on her face now I make her the new joker
Catch me in the mezzanine counting green
So many blue faces you would think that it's prismarine
Feel like Lindsey Lohan on an early 2000's Tuesday
Cause I feel my nose aching but I'm still getting paid
Ain't no need for action if the dust got me acting up
I don't give a fuck look at niggas I can't even trust
And I feel like shit and I feel like dirt without the dust
(sniffing noises) oh oh shit ugh
Oh my god
Oh that's much better
I need that (Angel Dust)

im not a simp!

YungFrenchFry

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