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Needa Stop [Sirgeonn]

[Dedicated to those fighting against themselves so much days blur together] 
lyrics:
Ain’t no crabbin, shackles off I am not a slave
Fuck the maskin, take it off I gotta pretty face
What if I don’t see her again and I die today?
Can be as pretty as I want there is no saving face
There is no beauty in this life you keep tempting fate
I’ll admit I’ve done a couple things to farm some praise
Then I wake up in the morning like “I’m still the same”
I feel like she’d talk some more if she knew what to say
And then I’ll talk to lumin, “you know she don’t need you bray”
Am I gon listen to her or the voices in my head?
Happy as fuck but I’m scared I might relapse again
I think I need to get some meds and not text my friends
I think I need to just accept, I’m better off dead

Don’t miss the mark
Smile at the camera
Nigga don’t start
It’s so nice to have ya

The smoke and mirror controversy, you know it’s not real
But anything to argue so you’ll get inside your feels
You know it isn’t tangible can’t even say why
I wonder why you wear a mask and judge those who disguise
I commend those who are targeted and still refuse to hide
But I won’t say it formally I listen to my pride
They agree, I say fuck em I don’t want em on my side
Walking forward, looking back and I’m missing all the signs
Are you stupid? You’re aware you can’t get better overnight
And if you feel a way you could just says what’s on your mind
You know you ain’t gettin out of this if anybody die

Baby steps to this cycle that you continue or break
But eventually you’ll realize, you become the nigga you hate
Isolate differences, but the big picture is you ain’t looking for change
Now you beefing with yourself cause the opps are one in the same
How you gon kill em and not kill yourself?
How can you view them and not see yourself?
You gotta admit that we low-key need help
Loading up clips with your names on the shell
Let’s think for a second, look at the parallels of what you mentioned
You say it forget, you know you ain’t meant it
Playing with fire, burn shit in an instant
Ain’t seen what you built, how the fuck do you miss it?

I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got dismembering vision
Breaking em down so I know where to hit em
Don’t know if I’m prone to attack
Think I’m prone to get violent
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing

Started downplaying my friendships cause momma said they won’t do shit for me
Don’t expect to be heard out but everyones listening
Gotta solve all my problems, can’t solve myself
Feeling like I destroy what might help
The bad shit I do is subconscious now
I don’t realize until it is said aloud
I know you can’t get better in a day but I’m waking up and I still feel the same

Keep on going
Keep on going
Keep on going

I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got dismembering vision
Breaking em down so I know where to hit em
Don’t know if I’m prone to attack
Think I’m prone to get violent
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing

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i dont want to be famous. (eightstringss)

FAMILY [w/ waryy]

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics:

yuh, he tryna slide wit no mask on 
them niggas never outside when i’m out there, but they get mad when i take my ass back home 
somebody tell these lil niggas to back the fuck up cus they gon be the ones dat i blast on 
556 inna back of the truck tryna aim for a head dat my brother put cash on 

you niggas not hot 
run in his crib get his pops shot 
i was gon spin but the cops out 
nigga won’t drop dot 
i’m on her tongue like a pop rock
im tryna shoot fuck a shot clock 
boy what you lookin at
i make a band ima triple dat 
boy you a bitch gotta live wit dat
you tryna spin where yo pistol at 
you gotta chill with that 
i up chop and im rippin dat

shot clock (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @concealurself

lyrics:

i slide thru the city i’m swinging da drac
niggas broke as the fuck u ain’t counting no pape
i ain’t saving no hoes, i ain’t wearing a cape
purple all in my cup, i ain’t sipping on grape
i can’t have these lil hoes in my circle, they fake 
i wake up in da lab im like “what ima make” 
gotta carry the stick when i ride thru the state
tryna tell em to slide but dat nigga gon flake 

said he spinning on who? not me 
niggas said he like dat, okay i’ll see 
nigga u is not gang no u not my g 
gen 5, make em go blind by my beam
racks coming in, niggas can’t relate to it
heard shawty tryna slide thru, put a date to it
nigga tryna duck in that v, shoot a k through it
call my slimes yea my lil niggas stay shooting 

i tell em to shoot n they not finna stop
innat srt whippin, give fuck bout a cop
bitch i’m inna black truck tryna spin thru that lot
why lil shawty keep playing, like why am i blocked
tell that boy if he play wit da fam he get shot
dis a g23 on my hip, make it pop
put a 762 thru yo whip, make it stop
im wit saints lil nigga u know how i rock

flake (8strings & akrzn)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics: 

evil as shit ain’t no comp to it 
nigga talkin bout sliding, den hop to it 
i pull up to yo crib sending shots thru it 
niggas gotta lay low cus the cops moving 
why you toting dat blick u is not shooting 
bitch i been off da wock, make me talk stupid
up da chop in his trap make em stop moving 
nigga think he can fight better not do it

i got straps bitch, ruby beam and the magazine maxed bitch 
bitch i’m rockin way more than yo plaques bitch 
niggas gettin backdoored by a catfish 
got a whole lotta cash inna mattress 
put a blade onna chop make it stab bitch 
tryna slaughter yo gang since you savage 
tryna puff out yo chest like a flat bitch 

i heard a few niggas died on yo side, damn dat shit prolly terrible 
brand new p80 parts ima build it, bet if it break it’s repairable 
niggas in messages thinking they bout it, whole time im not even scared of em
niggas would spot em a opp out in public, he wouldn’t do shit but jus stare at em 

niggas hoes, niggas bitches 
niggas tote, glocks wit switches 
niggas broke, got no figures 
niggas throwed, off my hinges

unholy n evil (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @prodvelourium

lyrics:

yuh, like wassup wit em
i’m outside tryna get up wit em
i heard da 556 got stuck in em
das his fault cus he ain’t have it tucked wit em
they ain’t get back they don’t know who the fuck did it
we took yo gen fuck boi better come get it 
these niggas cap for a story then run wit it
nigga, i’m tryna see wassup wit it 

wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
i’m still tryna see wassup wit it

these niggas love talkin shit til i pop out wit a AR 
uav, catch em onna radar
we finna walk down, he don’t stay far  
i’m tryna swipe these niggas gens cus they think they can take ours 
got a white plug lookin like okaymar 
dat boy a bum shopping at kmart 

pop out wit a mac 10
white chalk, like “what happened”
think it’s funny, why u laughing 
bet the choppa start clapping 
spin in dat srt i ain’t crashing jt
niggas not comp, these niggas not passing it 
send a shot at da whip but he not even scratching it
said he slid to my crib but he not even passionate

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