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dip2theundernow 03:07
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I put my soul in my writtens I got the doja for binness U can’t console my concision My vision knows no contrition Not a slave to the diction My behavior’s consistent I can’t claim no religion I remain apprehensive I been chiefing in Benzes, and they ain’t even mine Might sip lean in the trenches, watch me dance on the swine Taking chances, the devil dances, I’m losing ink Replace the glances, I’m rocking antler, fuqdoumean Manipulate the medulla, I’m coming out of pocket Lacking dollars, I’m dodging collars, I’m on the docket They know I’m running now, they got me on the underground Railroading me, I think I’m going under now This is the curse of my path Never been good with the math Never been good with the money That’s why I’m feeling this draft This is the wreck of my ways Sitting under bridges sipping eighths I got murders on me I can even taste And the burden got me losing all my faith To the vices and the hatred in my veins and the mob that’s waiting for me at the gates this is the under now scripture repugnant now sleeping w hunger now chiefing my troubles out
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377 01:33
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Calls on my conscience I been bearing all these palls I’m a hostage Scaring flossy broads with this self-righteous doctrine Airing out my flaws lost of options, I’m crossing To the dark side Keep the dutch split like apartheid I been running like the wrists, tired of slumming for the chips Buying love do not exist, going solo for a grip smoke a bonsai Benzo cooking death sentences he witnessing The imposition of my monolithic inquisition I’d be lying by omission if I said that your position had me wishing This concision is delibrate Don’t need u fucking with the vision, retreat I can see u stuck in this perdition, delete All my people stuffed up into prisons, I ain’t even bang and my defenses feeling listless, repeat Nigga I been all alone Homies done split since the misuse Can’t u see I’m too unknown You’ll never benefit what the bitch brewed Communities done picked thru my issues The coonery been slick you been pretend to Puff your fucking chest like you know what I been thru … all your morals is rentals And Iain’t een buying … my diary declining … All the irony and bias … can’t contest what I’m supplying for the wicked no rest no wasting time bout the picket the West I’m facing fines pockets skimp fuck a test replace the irons take this shit to the breast the case retired
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hearse 02:35
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the power’s in my hand they forgot that I’m the man ain’t gone let nobody kill me imma do it cuz I can, nigga I been chasing my deathday The cause of the commotion this orwellian breastplate i wish she’d see the ocean while I’m drowning and press play No loving for the hoping and the praying for blessed days No less in my stressed days the solitude could fester, repeat the process I been blind for one semester lets keep it honest And I promise that I been hooked on phonix, I don’t misuse no commas u best reduce ya comments cuz no more paying homage to them fake feeble mind fucks dealing their heaven-base-feeding lies, redux no rush to the rust, I been stuck in a rut never giving no fucks, in my levis and chucks recreating the lynch mob, we running amok you placating the rich moms, we living on crusts smoking dust till im choking and my thoughhts is dispersed chicken clucks and I’m hoping they gon cop me a hearse the power’s in my hand they forgot that I’m the man ain’t gone let nobody kill me imma do it cuz I can, nigga
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hisways 01:43
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Slap the roof of the coupe Got the truth for ya troupe I got the proof from the booth My life a Saturday Started hot with the sun in my face Get a cot place it under the stage Never stop, gotta stick to the strafe Picking locks, we don’t never behave Been impressive to graves, still distressing ya faves My regression relate to nobody, got the best on my plate, They know bodies, got lesson for greats, tell em best Start stressin over Samson, his ways, I’ll give em ample displays Peacocking, wish I’d sample the ways, knees-knocking Stuck in the bramble for days, I’m playing Hansel for plays This writer’s block has got me dancing, a maze Coming out, on the other side, trance is engaged Take ya shot, I’mma cancel ya treys, you what’s hot? Yeah ya standing been staged, you can’t handle my gaze If you on top, then it’s a shame for the age When I’m on top, it’s gon be plains full of praise Guess I’m back to rolling spliffs in the middle of the night And my momma watch my wrists cuz I whittle em w violence
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porchmonkey 01:36
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Chillin on an island guess I’m cast away Finna fill my stomach up with ash and haze, Just ask them what the bastard say I’m running out of cash and losing faith in the collective I’m bumming on the ave, resign my fate to predilections “but Samson, what’s the message?” If I tell you I should kill you, This aqueduct existence got me thirsty I’ll be dead before l’m thirty Chasing bread is just a hobby I know that they gon kill me in the lobby I’m gon have to catch a body with this pen in my hand Cuz regardless I’ll be locked up like they did to the fam From the south the north I ain’t been nothing bot a porchmonkey Nigger to my core, I been living as a profit Birds is at the door – they been plucking at my sockets And I might have to let em, I been feeling kinda lonely My decisions I regret em, I done hurt a lot of homies My purse was stole before me, I been looking for it sense If my curses don’t console me Im gon have to slit my wrists But imma throw a fit, never let these niggas see me So that when I drop my shit Imma surprise em like a preemie I'm feelin ugly
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nosferatu 02:08
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Nigga Im colder than cowards is Say I don’t fuck w establishments Got primates riding my back and shit Whispering go chase the bag and quit And I’m losing my wherewithal Two empty pockets prepare withdrawals I’mma rob u blind if u don’t share it all Yeah my conscience fine I got the rare resolve Im making rash decisions, u gon care 2morro See my face on the tube if ya lookin 4 me Serving plates, breaking news, yeah it’s death I’m courting No we aint, in a feud, you not that important I’m just vexxing Crossed hairs on my chest, been preparing w less I been bearing the best yeah I’m pregnant Ain’t no staring at breasts when I’m paring ya necks I been tearing up all my connections Ever since a yungin I been bloodthirsty, heard me? You could catch me in the pen ‘fo I turn thirty… We been livin in the penitentiaries We been livin it 4 centuries Light a spliff and call the gentry cuz we scheming on If im going in the dirt, I got ur crew behind me U won’t catch me in the church, they be snooping mighty With the reaper im a flirt, im a nuisance pining For attention I be hurt, put the noose around me Jokes on the mob, ion even need to breathe Catch me hanging in the tree still conceiving heat Birthing bars nigga ion even need a beat Got the devil on my shoulder, he believe in me And I believe in him, cuz white Jesus got me grieving him holly rollers call me treasonous but even they agree to sin I got the gall to air my grievances out have a ball and keep on chiefing the loud conscience calling, id be bleeping it out guess im stronger when im thieving tell my momma when im leavin I’m too Marvin to be eating the clout
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2deep ft. ¥oung Misfit 01:47
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(samson) Hope you forget me when I’m gone I been chasing pursuit and pursuing debasement Steady living off highs, I’mma die in the basement Don’t you write me a eulogy, bitch I thought I was apeshit Why not? Regress, and paint my brains on the pavement Soul ugly, reaping what I sow until they ghost from me Mobbing deep with no Sunny, father ain’t no God -- his approach funny How I’m gon respect him if he stole from me? Blocking all the blessings get the yoke runny Tell Jehovah im a lost soldier… sold my soul to get my bars colder Never trust a soul, they put you over coals, just to see if u get hot slower And I never thru the ash away, muzzle to my nose, Badges tryna lock my ass away, Used to spread the love, that shit’s past away wrists is red with rust, now my cousins keep the faction grey blood is just a fashion phase, they leave you once the action cave blast em in the mug, get the chips and then you dash away Hope you forget me when I'm gone Hope you forget me when I'm gone but don't forgive me (¥M) I thought I'd never cross the line but I'mma pass it like it's finished and ur placement is the key cuz at the bottom u ain't winnin if u starting from the bottom only way to go's the top coming str8 from the gutter, nigga aiming for your spot all the heat that's emanating niggas gotta keep it hot fuck 12 fuck 12 we do not fuck with the opps ain't no snitching over here we know the law ain't got no justice we're resolving this dispute or imma have to leave u busted
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deadinsyde 01:40
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Y’all be slobbin for features Call me crawling the bleachers Eating gum offa seats I’mma choke on this reflux Cross u up like I’m Jesus Getting dome off the sphinx I been colder then Frieza On ya knees to get reason I’m a king so we chief Will u please send relief to the opposition Nosebleeds looking bleak We done thrived in decomposition Smoke exhaust for the week Broken chops aint gon eat So I floss with no pot to piss in And I been losing 4 a minute Said I been losing 4 a minute Patrollas got me scrolling thru da rolex for a hitta Imma dolo for the summer, hit the bros up 4 tha winter Fuck a photo, sniffing no doze, I’m Han Solo with the pinup Tell em it’s a gogo if they try to raise my rent up on my way to the pen, regard the shade of my skin My AK shots is a din, I’m always chasing the binge They say I’m skating on fringes, my life off the hinges They say I’m craving attention… Dead inside, dead inside, The coppers be the pesticide Dead inside, dead inside, Perhaps it would best if I went loco like Osama, on my character they’d testify them folks say I’m a goner, wait until they hear my next reply Dead inside, dead inside, the coppers be the pesticide Dead inside, dead inside, perhaps it would be best if I smoke pigs like if it’s barbecue, what color meat is best to try Ropadope like Ali do, not finna be the next to die

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released August 12, 2018

executive produced by BenzoLuV
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