prod me

hell yea!

lyrics:

I got a hater in my reticle
Red dot look like decimal
Frozone how im spittin, bitch my flow is so incredible
Pull up on yo shawty, that lil hoe wanna get sexual
Slice em with the blade, cause his demeanor's unacceptable

Walk up in the function, bitch i came here with the brethren
Im bedazzled in black clothes, i look more sharp than any weapon
Catch him talkin shit, we send him to the astral no projection
Weapon tucked just like a condom, always keep myself protected

INCREDIBLE! [PROD. OSSOS]

THANK YOU JONAH TAYLOR FOR ASSISTING WITH THIS PIECE

[KxHx] - EPISODE 1: BECOMING A RADICAL TERRORIST BECAUSE THE IRS HAS FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME

lyrics -
yeah
 spit on my dead body
piss on my grave
i dont know how to behave 
put me in my grave
I dont think I wanna live
will you learn to forgive
simply fucking mental 
why are you so judgmental 
pick apart me 
going psycho cant you see

I dont need no pitty
Ive been acting pretty silly
losing myself cant you see 
I dont know how you want me to be
I just scream on some beats
then I lose it internally  
someone plesase can you help mee
 I dont really think you want to enjoy this 
going down put me in the abyss 
got the blood on my fist
soaked in shit and piss 
i think you get the jist
i just wanna take of this
i just want to give up
IM 
Losing it everyday
i cant do it mentally 
dont leave me astray
Im bout to cave
losing it everyday 
piss on my grave 
piss on my grave

American Dad

GOT A BⴲNE 2 PICK 『Prod.66ezi』

parasite. p. ATIKI

[Dedicated to all the kids out there that come from broken homes or have rough family dynamics]
lyrics:
I'm a mess maker and messes made me 
Born cycle ender the lord blessing me
I'm paying dues and I made the check bleed 
Knowing the karma bill aint made to me  

I'm a mess maker and messes made me 
Born cycle ender the lord blessing me
I'm paying dues and I made the check bleed 
Knowing the karma bill aint made to me  

Man in the mirror he lookin terrified
You only live once, I'm living double lives
Masking can't hide that I'm traumatized 
This ain't some shit that you dramatize  
Know me and Kinny were born the same day
Just like our peers we're all harboring pain
Born with some problems that's out of our range
Broken heart babies we still hurt today 
Imagine if we came from some solid homes 
Blame ourselves for shit like we had control 
Looking for real love but we wouldn't know 
Scared to be our parents don't know how to cope 

I'm a mess maker and messes made me 
Born cycle ender the lord blessing me
I'm paying dues and I made the check bleed 
Knowing the karma bill aint made to me  

Daddy issues, he got mad I would cry 
Never thought he listened so I'd often lie
Mommy issues but some voices in my mind 
Told her straight up man you should've snuffed my life 
I know they did a lot, but maybe not enough? 
Lot of bad shit taught, that I'm just now picking up 
Seen my parents beefing, now I don't know how to love 
Asking for my heart but I think I gave enough 
Some of my niggas had to raise the lil ones 
Wasn't any childhood they had to give up 
Wasn't anybody there for me but came in clutch
I sacrificed a lot to make em better than I was

I'm a mess maker and messes made me 
Born cycle ender the lord blessing me
I'm paying dues and I made the check bleed 
Knowing the karma bill aint made to me

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Step Step

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)

she hate the way i do it

jordan pull up

iphonemethod  p. skiee!

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Mixed by Slave

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yungicystar

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