MIXTAPE WITH MY LEFT OVER TRACKS, @veiledvisions FOR MY NEW MUSIC

SANCTUARY

GXNER:
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GUAP SENSEI (@guapsensei)
IG: www.instagram.com/guapsensei/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/4XH9xkc2mNXR3VUt5Oehji

WARLRD (@lil-warlrd)
IG: https://www.instagram.com/warlrd_/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3DFjh3GURFeb2OnUk7WcUO?autoplay=true

LYRICS:
GXNER.

Shawty bad steady built like Billie Eilish
I got all the time in the world like it's Spy Kids
Imma take her tracks off then I'll get behind it
Gotta take my mask off look into my eyelids
Finna take it off (what)
I'm sipping on wok (what)
Moving cross the border I got coke up in my sock (what)
A kill you wanna order yeah my four will do the job
And all I do is murder imma roll up on an opp

Guap Sensei:
?

Warlrd:
Yeah speaking on me imma break your neck
Yeah pull up on you with that fucking tech
Yeah I don't care what you fucking rep
Pulling up on your block and hit a stain
Yeah I'll put my fist in your face
Big fucking choppa I let it erase
I'm sending these bullets right into your brain
If you speaking on me then you gon meet your fate

GXNER. :
Shawty bad steady built like Billie Eilish
I got all the time in the world like it's Spy Kids
Imma take her tracks off then I'll get behind it
Gotta take my mask off look into my eyelids

BILLIE EILISH (FEAT. CRAIG SCISSORHANDS + WARLRD) (PROD. YO.CTRL + YATOZEN)

GXNER:
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CITRATE: (@areizaga)
www.instagram.com/_citrate/
open.spotify.com/artist/1H7bECKmC…rhSU5JGXe3Q&nd=1

KIDSNORLAX: (@kidsnorlax)
www.instagram.com/kidsnorlax/
open.spotify.com/artist/1dK4UZ6zuHSPzkWpCCQEIL

(prod @kidsnorlax)

(art by @glockeinthelocke)

LYRICS:
I don't feel okay
I think I might blow brain
Never doing great
Why do I live this way?
And she sure to hate
She still gonna suck my waist
And I'm sure to hang
I don't really need my face
AND I DON'T REALLY WANT TO MOVE ON
LOVE AIN'T TOO STRONG
All these drugs gonna help us move on
Take a new one
All these thots gonna take they clothes off
Baby hold off
All this white gonna take my nose off
I can't hold off
I don't feel okay in my own skin
I been battling thoughts within
I'm struggling, I can not live
She said that she want me to die again
I don't even care I know
And shawty been begging go tap her whole
Pat, pat, pat that strap I tote
Pass, pass, pass that strap and pole
Grab her neck and choke
I won't leave it alone
If I run up on him I know he ain't going home

Citrate:
Going down sending me right down to Hell
Taking shrooms and acid till I kill myself
being without you is the worst pain I felt
Fucking wish I had you bitch I can not tell
If I was alive would you die with me, no
I cry all the time cause my life is a joke
You lie all the time now I'm shy and alone
My mind is too fried to comply with you no
Yeah hate yourself
I don't know why you hate yourself cause you make me hate myself
Yeah hate yourself
I don't know why you hate yourself cause you make me hate myself
Talking down bitch I had it
Put you in the fucking ground you're a f*ggot
Letting off a 60 round automatic
Letting off a 60 round automatic

Kidsnorlax:
people say I wanna die
yeah I’m at the chapel
put you in the cerement
yeah I’m in the shadows
Drag her body out imma turn her to an angel
every part you’ve left me has been feeling so painful

Yeah, in the night I wear a skin mask
put you on a crucifix yo momma ask where you at
yeah, imma turn into a seraphim
eyes all over the room, angel pictures, cross on the curtains

In the forest, screaming loud
you’re so sorry bring you down
cause an arson in the town
drag your body to the mound

I don’t wanna think about the past but it haunts me
blood leaking out your face, got you like a zombie

GXNER:
YEAH I WANNA DIE AGAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIN

DIE AGAIN (FEAT. CITRATE + KIDSNORLAX)

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(art by @ytridytrid)
(@dirtybutt on ig)

LYRICS:
I’ll tell that lil boy go and check his ego
Cause last week he was worried bout a repost
I’m in the backseat and I’m toting two deagles
You don’t want that smoke uh cause this ones lethal

I haven’t had no reason to scream
In the back of the club and I’m sipping chlorine
And a cop getting jumped if he walk up to me
I just walked out of jail with his blood on my feet
Imma pop my pills 
Snort white nose filled
Getting used to my life only going downhill 
In love with my meds just how I feel
Got freak hoe over imma make her guts spill
Yeah and I hate who I am 
And my gangs posted up like US in Iran
I don’t care bout my life imma crash when I land
Put a shot in my head just cause I can
Yeah yeah where you at now?
Like pull up and he get out the back ground
I done sent one text she said go blow her back out
Sun up to sun down posted up when it’s black ou

EGO (PROD. KILLHEARTACHE + YO.CTRL)

LINKS:
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(produced by @kidsnorlax)
(art by @rejectedreyna and @thisishallxween)

LYRICS:

Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home

Look back strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road
Look back strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road

Yeah I'm in the club posted up at the door
And I got my trues on all designer clothes
Shawty wearing nylon snap me through her phone
Like shawty take the night off hop inside the Rolls
I drop how much on my clothes like I don't even know
This a dead bunny bag I be matching with my bro
This a True Religion hoodie I'm a wear it on the road
And when I leave the club I'm a spend the night alone

Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home

BLOODY TRUEY HOODIE (PROD. KIDSNORLAX)

LINKS:

GXNER
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
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KILLTAK (@killtak)
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/1yBx33nxVg01875mmfjGHr
Insta: www.instagram.com/killtakulism/?hl=en

Rejected Reyna (@rejectedreyna)
IG: www.instagram.com/rejectedreyna/?hl=en
Twitter: twitter.com/eastsidereject
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/17QiD3EfxbtYdLIyMziuXw

Yuru (@fuckyuru)
IG: www.instagram.com/fuckyuru/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/6zDwt3QqrbMq1A9cjbpJ2q

YURU:
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
put a red beam to your nose lil bitch my choppa boutta bust
talkin shit lil bitch my knife is boutta to spill up all ur guts
lil bitch we stalkin in the night lil bitch you better fuckin run

talkin that shit bitch hop inside the moshpit
sayin you evil, you might get your throat slit
pull up my block put a mag in yo top bitch
run up on me lil bitch you get popped quick

yuru lil bitch yeah you know i love violence
run up on me lil bitch you get silenced
killin these fuckas i feel like a tyrant
run up on me lil bitch you get silenced

HEADLESS (FEAT. KILLTAK + REJECTEDREYNA + YURU!) (PROD. KIDSNORLAX)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
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Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(art @rejectedreyna)
(prod @fonywallace + @cadenbobaden)

LYRICS:
Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

That boy catchin knuckles, throwing punches like I'm Floyd
You know I'm swerving lanes causing crashes out the Royce
Shawty suck me up, use her mouth, lose her voice
And my choppa shake him up it gonna leave him Cameron Boyce
He getting chin checked in the pit I've had enough
Shawty liking how I taste so I sit it on her tongue
He get smoked like a vape ho we hittin his lungs
Straight chillin in the wraith, wanna street race or some?
Wanna street race or some, Imma put him on the curb
Imma let my weapon talk, imma let that .30 burst
This extendo on the glock gonna double how it hurts
Yeah I'm screaming for some cash you still gotta go to work (laugh track)
Uh take my money out the ATM
Bought another chopper now I'm slayin like it's pay to win
Uh yeah I made a major m
Hittin every shot like Kobe now the Lakers win
And my shawty so bad she hittin higher notes
13 shots hit him man we did him like Silento
Creeping down the building, Yeah I know it's gettin quiet tho
Shout out Tony stark ho I'm toting on an iron pole

Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

Imma turn him to a dead man
Straight head shots, hit his head man
Keep a glick tucked and a vest man
If he switch up blow his head in
Yeah someone had to let you know
I be lurkin in the night check the window
I be wearing all black match the tint hoe
My hoe foreign she be matching with the whip hoe

CRANK DAT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + CADENBOBADEN)

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(prod @takizava)
(art @bobfrxst)

@whereisdox voice acting, lore begins

LYRICS:
Nah I really can't decide anymore
Do I wanna take your life? I can't lie well of course
Imma make his body slide out the porsche
That boy talking online, now his spine gon contort
Never tripping bout a hoe
Gonna keep it on the low
Stupid boy is causing problems, now they looking for his bones
I be stepping stepping stepping got margiellas on the floor
He thought we left him left him left him spin back and let it blow
I'm not mentally stable is that okay?
I think everydays a struggle I wake up and want to break
I've been staying up all night and then sleeping through the day
I been questioning my life is it really worth the pain

One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?

Oh my god I'm pissed off grab my choppa then I blow his face
New margiela kicks on, why I'm stepping always outta place
Imma take your limbs off, now your life is getting stripped away
Only thing that's guaranteed is your face and my 8 inch blade
I remember how you doubted me
Now I'm making double then your parents with no salary
Now you're coming back around and saying that you're proud of me
I hate everybody imma douse your house in gasoline
I don't even got to answer bro I'm making bigger moves
You been nothing but a cancer so I got an attitude
And this hatchet take your face off but I will go stab you too
Light a match and then I race off but my flames are after you

One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?

SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

GXNER:
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SEMTEXXX (@yungtraz):
Spotify - open.spotify.com/artist/2jmgkAUKADiubovAgbAMYQ
IG - www.instagram.com/yungtraz/

(art @heptaknot)

(prod. @takizava)

(@whereisdox in the intro)

LYRICS:
"You understand that?" 
"Sometimes I be like putting my hand in my underwear and sniffing my balls after the stench comes out" 
"What?"

Tell 'em I ain't felt okay in a minute
Tell 'em I ain't felt okay in a minute
Yeah you could die today, that's my business
Yeah imma beat the case, get acquitted

Yeah in the butcher house, know that's where we stay
And his momma looking, he down on the pave
Big body suburban, we be swerving out the lane
Nobody deserve it but I still deliver pain
Do not step into my woods hoe, imma cast a hex
I got Prada with the boots hoe, rest is Arcteryx
YSL with the noose rope, fresh until my death
YSL with the noose rope, fresh until my death




Life line come up in this bitch and watch me buss back your face
Smoking on your pack I do that shit like fucking two times today
Motherfucker wanna talk you getting put in your mufucking grave
Im not mufucking safe
Mufucker hit in his brain
Big body big body came with the stick and you know that ur mufucking ass get flipped
And I don’t give a shit put a cig in my arm
In my heart I got nothing to show u get put in a mufucking ditch
Pick one no I cannot I’m to dysfunctional
Fuck my life this fucking shit is getting fucking old

Imma hop up in my car, than ill race off
I got karambits on me, Ill take your face off
I'm really lurking in the night, y'all can stay soft
And we record it as he die, take his brain off
Imma hop up in my car, than ill race off
I got karambits on me, Ill take your face off
I'm really lurking in the night, y'all can stay soft
And we record it as he die, take his brain off

Tell 'em I ain't felt okay in a minute
Tell 'em I ain't felt okay in a minute
Yeah you could die today, that's my business
Yeah imma beat the case, get acquitted
Tell 'em I ain't felt okay in a minute
Tell 'em I ain't felt okay in a minute
Yeah you could die today, that's my business
Yeah imma beat the case, get acquitted

ASYLUM (FEAT. SEMTEXXX) (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

LINKS

GXNER:
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Kill Dyll (@kill_dyll)
IG: www.instagram.com/killxdyll/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/1r5YzslA0QwyIZISgHJrU7

art @spiiral

LYRICS:
Gxner:

Imma hop out the whip
He ain't run, ain't run, ain't run, ain't run get low
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

Dyll:
Body's catch bullets like a light to a moth
Fuckers try to press me, never knowin what it cost
Pushin ever bullet, every blade til they rot
Dead lullabies in their mind when I'm out

When out imma kill
What I'm bout bouta fill

Ever body with a shell
Is it fake, is it real
Bouta Swallow every pill
Just to feel something still
Imma take what I can
What I can't I am feelin
Im pealing back scalps
What I'm about
In constant agony
That's what I shout

Kill for the culture
And Kill for the clout
Dyll ain no vulture
He'll make you a spout
Imma be making it with or without
The fuckers against me
You Better watch out

Re up no payment
I'm pushin his face in
The curb in the pavement
The fuckers that hate me
Are really displacing
My thrown next to satan
Fuck you I hate em
I leave em encased in
A tomb, not located
A stain on my sneaker
You're nothing but faded
Nothing but jaded

Existence erased
I'm nothing but cold
Imma be Killin it til I am old
See him so brazy
Think that he tall
That fucker is lazy
I'll make him real small

Duck all these bullets
My k like to blow
His friends in the back all fold
And scream
GET LOW

Gxner:
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

GET LOW (FEAT. KILL DYLL) (PROD. CRVLLLY)

LYRICS:
This choppa gonna bang it take your exhale
And you disgust me, tie my neck up with your entrails
Sniper really on your head like some pig tails
Sniper really leave him dead, he get blicked there
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate
We leave him stranded
We gon' cut his arms off, bro gon' need a bandage
Imma leave him paralyzed, hoe I can not stand him
Lock on aim like a tattoo, hoe we got him branded
All I'm feelin is the jet lag, hoe I just landed
I'm inside of your place, cut the power
We make his body drop dead, Twin Towers
Sticks on me, got sticks on me you'll meet your final hours
Glick on me there's 30 rounders tucked inside my trousers

Yaux:
Body scorched yuh
Imma leave em torched yuh yuh
Sight distort yuh
Blood spill out in quarts

Show you to my basement imma take you on a tour
Blade up to your throat I know it hurts I’m wanting more

Dumb hoe what you want tho I can be your final breath uh
Pussy you a rookie I can smoke you like some meth uh
Switch up like a tassel your shit stink just like an asshole 
Suck me up like it a blackhole she can fit like all my length uh 

Been with the shit so long, got me toxic
You don’t got the key lil bitch need a lock pick
Smoking on cat piss you got that dog shit
Knocking on your backdoor bitch you better lock it

I gave her D so she call me professor
Im like a diamond I’m good under pressure
Bitch im a god so I’m changing the weather
Hop in the pit I’m still wearing a sweater

Gxner:
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate

SCORCHED (FEAT. YAUX + CRAIG SCISSORHANDS + BISSIBOI) (PROD. $TRANDED)

LINKS:

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

DNFJAY (@dnfjay):
IG: www.instagram.com/dnfjay/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3ijzC6W6J…fqF-QiIXpfw&nd=1
Twitter: twitter.com/awilddnfjay

art: afxtik
prod: takizava + veno

LYRICS:

GXNER:
Yeah, lower the barrel to my gut
I got problems open up the pills then I dump
Said I'm rotten, imma turn your fam into dust
Stick gon' jam let it bust, mental fail I mean none
Late at night I can't help but lie awake
All my friends are prolly fake
Got no reason for a faith
Half the looks are prolly shade
Yelling just to go escape
I love giving my best effort just to end up second place

JAY:
cancer in my ribcage
to make me feel all right
and would you tell me how you feel if i
lay cold on the bathroom floor
shine light on the cocaine
can you help me
get a nosebleed
are you scared when you're with me

WALKIN WITH A BOMB IN MY HANDS
ITS A PROBLEM IN FACT
WHY YOU WASTING MY TIME
NO I CANT GET IT BCK

GXNER:
Yeah, I throw my phone at the window can't deal with the stress
I gotta battle my head
I gotta strattle these thoughts and then fall to the depths
Quick gotta catch on my breath
I wanna take my own face off, need it to break off
I wanna take out my flesh
I don't think I'll ever get it right
I don't think I'll ever get it right
I don't think I'll ever get it right
I don't think I'll ever get it right

JAY:
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME
THERES NO SAVING ME
BANGIN ON MY DOOR
BITCH YOU WANTED MORE
ASK ME WHAT ITS WORTH
BURIED IN THE EARTH
THERES NO SAVING ME
SAVE THOSE FUCKIN WORDS

BREAKDOWN WHY YOU CRYIN OUT
CAUSE YOU SAID IT AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME
BUT IM NOT HERE
DROWNIN UNDERWATER
BUT IT SEEMS FINE BY ME

FORGOT TO ASK IF YOUD DIE FOR ME

NO SAVING ME (FEAT. DNFJAY) (PROD. TAKIZAVA + VENO)

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

GUAP SENSEI (@guapsensei)
IG: www.instagram.com/guapsensei/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/4XH9xkc2mNXR3VUt5Oehji

art @heptaknot

LYRICS:

I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You ain’t stepping, Stephen Hawking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You not stepping, Stephen Hawking

Yeah i went and hopped in the Corvette, hoe imma drive like I’m drunk
She wanna take off her corset, take out her organs knew i was sick from the jump
I love my scissors and forceps, it make the floor wet when she be leaking out blood
I put a hole in your forehead, i’m at your doorstep no you ain’t seeing the sun
Step back, please tell that hoe to go step back
Like i gotta chain she got neck tats
Like she wanna ring better dead that
Like i’m pouring codeine inside of my Fanta and i put this lead where his head at
Like she wanna call but I do not answer i just take her friend put her legs back

I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You ain’t stepping, Stephen Hawking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You not stepping, Stephen Hawking

said that i love my scissors but i think i love all these racks more bitch
told you i cared about you and i trusted you now you just turn around backstab quick
you got connects but dont worry bout that at the end ima always get the last laugh bitch
pull up on him and stitch him up like lilo
i put that boy on the line like a free throw
theres a reason that i aint fold
you the face of a pussy and so's your bro
threw me under the bus you was kickin low
if i catch him in person ill rip his throat
every person thats ever touched my brand other than me is a bitch
id love to see your head covered in pins
run up on me and get torn into bits

I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You ain’t stepping, Stephen Hawking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
I’m big stepping hoe i’m walking
You not stepping, Stephen Hawking

STEPPING (FEAT. CRAIG SCISSORHANDS) (PROD. JOKESMOKE)

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(prod @takizava)
(art @yipyip)

LYRICS:
Yeah, ho don't love me she love pain
Yeah, that ho stripped my life away
Yeah, ho don't love me she love pain
Ah, put a bullet in my brain
Got like so much racks I know I break the bank
I don’t want death, contort my body into several shapes
Where my guns at? These hoes are gonna learn to fall in place
Where my love at? There’s no one around I can appreciate
Hoes gonna switch up and skulls gonna crack
I can’t feel a thing got a knife in my back
Got way too much money I’m chasing the sack
Ho all on my balls, she chasing my sack
Like all of these hundreds my pockets get fat
Ho check out my numbers, ho check out my stats
That bomb gonna blow, it stay in my bag
Look like Daffy Duck my fit is all black
If he turns the corner put the metal to his chin
And I promise you aren't hard we just took your ligaments
And this window matte black, you can't see behind my tint
And I'd probably pipe down, this gon' hurt a little bit
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off

Hoes gonna switch up and skulls gonna crack
I can’t feel a thing got a knife in my back
Got way too much money I’m chasing the sack
Ho all on my balls, she chasing my sack
Like all of these hundreds my pockets get fat
Ho check out my numbers, ho check out my stats
That bomb gonna blow, it stay in my bag
Look like Daffy Duck my fit is all black

No I can't spend another night alone
I got blood stains they won't leave, they stay on my clothes
No I can't spend another night alone
I got blood stains they won't leave, they stay on my clothes
I don't need no stylist
Blood all over my fit
Swerve and hit a cyclist
Swerve and hit a cyclist
I don't need no stylist
Blood all over my fit
Swerve and hit a cyclist
Swerve and hit a cyclist
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off
Break it off, take it off

BREAK IT OFF (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

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features in order:
@issbrokie - issbrokie
@strandead - $tranded
@m_ay77 - nowarden
@orgetplus - orgetplus
@yaffeyaffe - yaffe
@gorttt - gort
@pixldustt - pixi
@bissiboi - bissi
@yungtraz - semtexxx
@quankk - quankk
@heptaknot - heptaknot
@kill_dyll - killdyll
@lope-dope - lopedope
@unclegrant - uncle grant

BYUNGY CYPHER (ALL FEATS IN DESC.)

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Yeah I grab my blade just know that you not staying whole
Yeah I’m moving weight that’s how a hoe be stayin swole
Yeah I'm making plays while you been standing in the hole
Yeah, my hoe wanna bite and take a taste like cannibal
I know these hoes gonna tweak, second that they see my cash
All these rappers wanna beef, I ain’t even heard a track
Now my phones on DND, all the mentions make me mad
Cooking rock and concrete like i’m outta Breaking Bad

If i see you grab my stick and then I blow that
There ain’t no fearing hoe, i’m chillin off a prozac
And if he playing put the stick right where his nose at
And ain’t no feeling when we turn him to a toe tag
I’m catching bodies the lights going dim
Stain on the rari his head hit the whip
Blade stay on me, i cut at his lip
He talk out his neck we blow off his chin
Chainsaw on my lap half you hoes are gettin skinned
When you dying imma laugh, when you dying imma grin

CANNIBAL (FEAT. SEMTEXXX) (PROD. TAKIZAVA + VENO)

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Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave

Yeah leave his body by the bridge
Leave no evidence, his case run colder than a fridge
He be talkin out his neck and now his throat is all in slits
And now my heart is turning black it's turning darker than eclipse
Yeah, raid his house let me blitz
Yeah, circle back no ellipse
Yeah, hit his head make it split
Yeah, and none these bills counterfeit
If I'm up on stage then I'm rocking some Ricks
I'm infected at the core now
Bodies hit the street, I ain't even up in Gore now
Think he safe right when he sleep, I be hiding in the corner
All his homies underneath, we be stepping on they corpse now
You only leaving as a corpse
You only leaving as a corpse
You only leaving as a-

Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave

You gon' die inside this room and that's a fact
Imma smile while you bleed, all my homies gonna laugh
I can't lie I like lean, Imma sip to relax
I'm so fly Truey jeans with a big bunny bag
I can't leave the trap unless I got a blade yeah
And we gon' double back, put hollows in his brain yeah
Like imma runningback, I hit hoes everyday yeah
Like imma quarterback , im only making plays yeah
Yeah we put him under the earth
I keep a stick, ho keep guns in her purse
Yeah we put him under the earth
I keep a stick, ho keep guns in her purse

Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinning in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave

AIN'T NOBODY GONNA LEAVE (PROD. TAKIZAVA + VENO)

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Yeah, just one more look at the world
You're still bleeding out, lying on the floor
Just smile, please just smile
Yeah and it's apparent I want death
And the killers still at large so the buildings getting swept
And whoever's still in charge get a bullet through the chest
I just pray they play they part and get put down like the rest
Yeah like I love my blade, you get snuffed that's for real
And you aren't important ain't change how I feel
View get distorted when I'm off the pill
Yeah, yeah all black attire yeah you know the drill
Bathe in his blood that's the ego ideal
I'm gonna crash out, he gettin spilled
He can't smile no, your alive bro, what's the deal?
I'm a pyro, hang me from tightropes, I kick the wheel
It's a cycle, I'm still a psycho, you're feeling fear
Please just die bro, I'm feeling vile hoe, you disappear
I ain't got time for a hoe
I'm hanging bodies, the end of the rope
Answer, "who calling?" then hang up the phone
Get rid of bodies, them hoes decompose
I'm putting hoes in the dirt
He lose his life while I sit back and smirk
He sitting there crying, I laugh at his hurt
We go for a ride in the back of a hearse

I'm a smile while I'm digging your grave
I'm a smile while I'm giving you pain
I'm a smile while the blood leaves your veins
I'm a smile while you all meet your f-

SMILE (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIEDINOCTOBER)

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ISSBROKIE (@issbrokie )
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All these bands steady busting out the safe
Like a ram I be flying to LA
Do a dance ho, drop and gimme face
Ho i’m way too faded should’ve joined the Yodie Gang
These hoes acting stupid I can’t answer
All these racks are coming in, count ‘em up until my hands hurt
I get trigger happy, i’m not talking no Skylanders
All you rapper be my sons, need to put you in some pampers
Yeah up that chopper, up that switch
Turn him to a gymnast, how these bullets make him flip?
We gonna spin him like a Beyblade, then I let it rip
You gon’ put me in a cage? I’m still taking out his ribs

Dirtnap, give that boy a dirtnap
Dirtbag, blood stained on my shirt bad
Dirtnap, give that boy a dirtnap
Twerk that, imma throw these big racks

DIRTNAP (FEAT. ISSBROKIE) (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL)

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Uh yeah, let me hang him off the roof
This ho tell me "come outside" she still end up in my room
Uh yeah, you abandoning your crew
You know I be writing bars, let your favorite rapper use

Yeah and I rip these hoes apart in about five ways
Addicted to murder, I'm still spinning driveways
She eat my banana, that ho like a primate
She use her skull said that I'm giving migraines
Off IPA's and I can't even drive straight
Cut off your friends and then wonder who's right hey
Please off yourself, ho I'm hoping you die hey, oh my god
How you live? Everybody in your circle doing fraud
How you live? I could never lend my ho out to my dog
I'm still him, that's why all my pockets covered up in knots
Hoes be simps, how she cheat on you and you write her a song?
Nah I can't feel my face anymore
His bodies chained to the floor
I grab my gun and unload
And I hate how you act like a ho
You acting dumb end up broke
I sit back pockets on swole

Uh yeah, let me hang him off the roof
This ho tell me "come outside" she still end up in my room
Uh yeah, you abandoning your crew
You know I be writing bars, let your favorite rapper use

She said I'm the man, shawty yeah I know I'm him
I can't control my hands, trigger itching when I spin
Ricky on my pants, I got BB on my limbs
Commas I got M's, Got a problem shoot and end
I miss when y'all acted hard, now y'all stay soft
My lil brodie dropped more bodies now then Ad*lf
I be really swinging sticks like I'm at baseball
I'm really playin with a switch turn you to Takeoff

Uh yeah, let me hang him off the roof
This ho tell me "come outside" she still end up in my room
Uh yeah, you abandoning your crew
You know I be writing bars, let your favorite rapper use

UNATTACHED (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL)

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art obojenavena

We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)

Been some months I really don't like how y'all act
Really don't care bout my music, really do care bout my bag
Spill his blood out like communion, then I drink it up like tap
And I don't care bout solutions, if I see him then I jab
Till he blackout
Big body, imma park it at a trap house
Make bodies outta people in the background
And I love it how they copy all my tracks down
Once his ho pull up I bet she take her rack out
.9 inside the trunk but I keep 1 inside your head
I spent 10 in Saint Laurent and I ain't even cash a check
Put your homie in a blunt and then I go and cast a hex
Imma cut him to my songs, I've really fallen off the edge
I like how it feels as your life leaves my hands
I like how it feels as this knife meets your skin
You can interfere but you'll die in the end
You can interfere but you'll die in the end
I like how they body feel cold
Real rich yeah my ice on cold
Blitz him now you're lifeless ho
Blick him then divide his soul

We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)

TUMMY TUCK (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

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Lyrics:

Uh, when I hit the show that hoe be going dark
Then I grab the Rolls, I hit the road that hoe be push to start
Then I grab my pole, I'm with the smoke, I'm posted like a cart
Once this choppa blow, I feel Van Gogh I spray you into art
Big knocker like a speaker in my right hand
I be dropping all these bodies like a minute man
And I'm really good your hoe wanna mention man
I be really catching bodies off of Instagram
Dump his body I'm posted up like a pro
This an armed robbery now shut up and give me more
I'm at the morgue chopping I like it more when they cold
There's just no stopping you're dying here on the road
Watch his body go limp then I laugh
Yes you're dying and there's no strings attached
Long strides, Imma chase on your track
Long knife, blood stains on my rag
I get stupid with that tool
I'm smoking hoes out like a juul
It look like red dye in the pool
And off the oxy imma drool
I hope you rappers kick the stool
Said "I'm the king hoe, let me rule"
Sneaking xans right up in school
I got nobody left to lose

Yeah I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got like how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, Hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask
I got wok up in my Sprite, I mix lean right up with ice
And all my shots I aim to kill, when I shoot I be precise
What I cop came with a seal, so I'm pouring up a pint
I remembered who stayed real, rest of y'all be switching sides
Yeah I just dropped a pill, it be fizzing in my soda
Wockhardt then grab the wheel, I can't drive right when I'm sober
He be reaching I can feel so I put one in his shoulder
Enemy nuke incoming, it's over
Yeah I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got like how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, Hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask

KEEP THE PACE (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL + TAKIZAVA)

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YAUX: (@yyyaux)
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Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

Hoes gon' know me as the type to dig your grave
How you calling me obsessed when you stalking on my page?
Used to care about a check, now I'm really getting paid
Used to care about them texts, now I block hoes if they fake
Kicking doors now
Like rip the corpse out
And they ain't find him cause his body under boards now
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

IM IN YOUR HEAD BRUH
WITHOUT NO RENT YUH
KEEPIN EM UNDER A DAMN SPELL UH
DONT EVER LET UP
CANT KEEP MY HEAD UP
WHY IT SO HEAVY, I CANT TELL UH
NO ROOM TO STEP UP
I KEEP IT PENT UP
EVERYONE TELL THAT IM UNWELL UH
HEARD WHAT I SAID BRUH
UNDER YOUR BED YUH
I JUST BE TRYING TO FEEL SOMETHING

SWERVIN
TRYNNA SWITCH LANES UH
CURVING
CAUSE YOU BITCH MADE UH
I GOT A HOLE IN MY RIB CAGE YUH
RIP OUT YOUR HEART LIKE A DAMN GAME UH

IM IN YOUR HEAD BRUH
WITHOUT NO RENT YUH
KEEPIN EM UNDER A DAMN SPELL UH
HEARD WHAT I SAID BRUH
UNDER YOUR BED YUH
I JUST BE TRYING TO FEEL SOMETHING

Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

NO ROOM LEFT (FEAT. YAUX) (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

Thank you all for the support, this project took a long time and I hope you enjoy it.

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POMPEII (FEAT. MADJAX) (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

SPIRAL (PROD. TAKIZAVA + VENO)

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Yeah, I'm the type to cause a problem when I'm up
Big body ho, hoppin out the lane in Tonka trucks
He be cappin bout it all buddy built like Kid Trunks
He ain't bout to tap at all but my glick is gonna bust

I just popped a benzo where's my RPG
With the weeping willows, body under the trees
I could leave you below just for lookin at me
suppressor like a pillow put a ho back to sleep
ay brand new drac that ho got a kickback
yeah we gon kick your face, give that boy some whiplash
yeah even if it's laced you aint get a script back
I be pushin 90 all up on my whips dash
I just popped a benadryl now I'm hearin lights
now I be mixing minerals makin dirty sprite
we shoot at different intervals, we dont gotta fight
I'm makin triple what you do yellin at a mic
yeah yeah mix the benadryl in x 4

DRYLLER (PROD. IHYTREVOR)

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