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LYRICS:


C4. On my fucking chest. 
Who's gon clean this bloody mess? 
When we fuck, she plays me because she know I'm the best 
Licking oxy off her chest 
Just sucked my dick so I bought her a booty 
Just like a period bloody if moody 
She said that I'm hotter than topic 
M in my pocket, these jeans isn't majin 
only got guns if that motherfuckers modded 
ughg fuck it I got it I got it 
he got a gun, but I know he ain't shot it 
Like ughg a choppa seen em make it vomit 
C4. On my fucking chest pray before we lay to rest. 
You're just a joke I'm a laugh like it's comical 
Like a doctor, I cut your abdominal 
I'm getting money and she wanna fuck 
Because I am everything that you are not 
He wanna hate me. He said I'm gon die.   
I'm stuck in your head like a thought 
C4. On my fucking chest who's gon clean this bloody mess 
ejaculation. I come in your home.
Feel like I'm Walter. I'm breaking his bones. 
Shoving my foot in his ass like a sandal
She said I'm too hard to handle 
I lost my grip so I can't fucking turn 
Guess I'll just stay on this warpath 
Fuck it bitch I'll never turn back 
all of the fame bitch I do not deserve that 
Bitch im insane, but I guess you will learn that 
like fuck it bitch I wanna kill
you believe in God let's see if he's real 
C4. On my fucking chest who's gon clean this bloody mess
Let's set this shit. Let's set this shit let's set this shit let's set it. Let's set this shit. Let's set it. Let's set this shit. Let's set it. 
321. I'm about to blow. 
321. I'm gon spread your frontal lobe. 
In three seconds, Ima blow this whole damn place to fucking bits 
I got bombs on my body C4 on my chest like Vicks 
I'm a blow just like a whore fucking locked up every door
in 321

I HAVA BOMB (NESIO + VILEX)

THROWAWAY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ALL <3


KNIFEHAVER
THAT DASTARDLY BASTARD
MASTERFUL AT HIS CRAFT
IS IMMACULATE IN EVERY DRASTIC
JUMP HE MAKES IN HIS TRACTION
BACK IN ACTION
LIKE IM BRENDAN FRASIER 
YOUS A MUMMY
IMMA PUT A FUCKIN CONE ON YOUR HEAD
BITCH YOU A DUMMY
SUPER F
IM MR CROCKER
KNOW THAT KNIFE IS OFF HIS ROCKER
IMMA KNOCK YOUR FUCKIN BLOCK OFF
IF YOURE TRYNA BE A TALKER 
TALKIN TALK ON WHAT I TALK
BITCH HOP THE FUCK OFF OF MY COCK
I GOT YO HEAD UP IN THE CROCKPOT
I STIR YOU LIKE MY WOCK

BANG YO FUCKIN HEAD
LOOKIN LIKE A BOBBLEHEAD
BITCH 
BANG YO FUCKIN HEAD
TILL THAT SHIT FALL OFF YO NECK
BITCH
BANG YO FUCKIN HEAD
LOOKIN LIKE A BOBBLEHEAD
BITCH 
BANG YO FUCKIN HEAD
TILL THAT SHIT FALL OFF YO NECK
BITCH

I GOT A KNIFE
IN A BAG
IN THE BACK 
OF MY CAR
THAT IS PARKED
LIKE RIGHT OUTSIDE
IF YOU WANNA FIGHT
THEN I MIGHT
GET THE KNIFE
OUT MY CAR
THAT IS PARKED
LIKE RIGHT OUTSIDE
YOU WANNA FIGHT 
SO I FIGHT WITH THE KNIFE
FROM A BAG
FROM THE CAR
MAKE THIS A FAIR FIGHT
GAVE YOU A GUN
SO THAT YOU 
WOULD SURVIVE
EVEN WITH THAT SHIT
YOU FUCKING DIE

BANG YO FUCKIN HEAD
LOOKIN LIKE A BOBBLEHEAD
BITCH 
BANG YO FUCKIN HEAD
TILL THAT SHIT FALL OFF YO NECK
BITCH
BANG YO FUCKIN HEAD
LOOKIN LIKE A BOBBLEHEAD
BITCH 
BANG YO FUCKIN HEAD
TILL THAT SHIT FALL OFF YO NECK
BITCH

BOBBLEHEAD! (PROD. LILRAHNERA)

BL!ND WØRLD

All Platforms!

Purpose (NOVÂFLED)

Prod by me 
art by grxypaint

finally uploaded it after 7 months

BOOGIE WOOGIE (FT. KILLOMELET)

kj700: https://soundcloud.com/k-j-dopenation

prod. by me

At Ease (ft. KJ700)

AINT WANT SMOKE! 【PROD.SHADYHELIOS]

[Dedicated to those afraid to reconnect and reach for help]
lyrics:
I often think about running, never looking back 
Don’t realize this a cycle until my seventh lap 
Issues span miles, I’m only in a couple issues 
Quick to hit a 100 yard, I love to keep my distance  

Been building up stamina, the isolation bad for ya
But when your problems gaining on ya you can’t feel alone 
Took a step I’m falling deeper in these potholes on the road 
The path I choose to take missing lanes for me to go 
The noose will call my name, but I’m obliged to stay grounded 
I choose to fall another day but might not stay bounded 
You know that I’ll burn that bridge if I can’t get around
Defeaning the echo chamber, ain’t a space for sound  
Thinking niggas have to kill me to keep me underground 
While I’m thinking bout my losts which they could see me now 
Niggas sold they soul for riches know my spirit worth a thou
And I would rather fucking die then know I let my people down  
Sittin in a void room 
Doing everything for you 
I don’t really want shit 
Other than to feel approved  
You made a mistake talking to me then
You made a mistake talking to me then

I often think about running, never looking back 
Don’t realize this a cycle until my seventh lap 
Issues span miles, I’m only in a couple issues 
Quick to hit a 100 yard, I love to keep my distance

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i dont want to be famous. (eightstringss)

@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

wassup wit it 2 (velourium & 8strings)

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Night Aurora

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