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$UICIDEBOY$ - New World Depression Album Lyrics



$UICIDEBOY$ - New World Depression Lyrics






Lone Wolf Hysteria

G-R-E-Y (you did good, $lick)
G-R-E-Y (it's a smash)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)

Your favorite artist's biggest song's the one that f*ckin' feature us
Us as in me and $crim, the one that make your speakers bust (Grey, Grey, Grey)
The ones who make the reaper blush
I feel like Jesus Christ the way my sneakers rust (oh)
Nose bleedin' like I been snortin' bleacher dust (uh)
Now I've got the scent of blood (uh), now I know the hustle (uh)
First you gotta find it but it'll stick around until the drugs gone
It's always money over bitches, cashin' out from these love songs
They always want a handout so I make sure I got my gloves on (uh)
Paper, sweat and blood, dropped a few tears along the way (along the way)
People come and go but I ride for the ones that long to stay (that long to stay)
From dusk 'til dawn, I hide the neek, from dawn to dusk, I'll find a way
To leave my f*ckin' mark on this world, they'll trace the mark on Grey

Dollars on my mind like I can't afford to think
Talkin' to myself like I can't afford a shrink
Never thought that I could love 'til I sipped on the dra-a-a-ank, okay
Let me collect myself, smoke leakin' out the Ghost like it came from Hell
Yeah, ugly but I ball like I'm Tony Snell (North)
If you bendin' over bitches then I bid farewell, huh, yeah, bye
You know that shawty want a thug (yeah), I just want the drugs (yeah)
Surrounded by these hoes, prayin' for 'em in the club (Lord, help these bitches)
Show me where the love and I show you where it ain't
Just some bugs on my grill, steady f*ckin' up my paint (Grey, Grey, Grey)

G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Mental Clarity Is a Luxury I Can't Afford

Smoked out (you did good, $lick), smoked out, smoked out, smoked out (it's a smash)
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (I'm so high)
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (I'm so, I'm so high)
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y, whole gang 59, and that's 'til we die (gang, gang, gang)
W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, store the M-3-0, man, your gang don't want the smoke
Steady pissed at my daddy, that he nutted in my mama (f*ck)
Crashin' 911's boy, I'm feelin' like Osama (yeah)
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm f*ckin' out of reach (north, north)
Arnold Palmer with the Wock' on the Eastern block (north, north)
In my purse I keep a mini Glock, hopin' that they try (north, north)
Just keep on singin', "La-di-da," while their body rot (north, north)
In the hemi, how you like me now? Reaper screamin' (Stop)
Hundred twenty months (What?), ten years independent
Divide that by a hundred mil', the price for my appearance (damn)
Dollar sign, no clearance (yeah), the B, that stand for business (for what?)
F*ck the industry 'cause G59 is for the children (yeah, what?)

Head ninety-five down, knots and knitted (Skrrt)
Downtown shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit
Six lanes swervin' she concerned about my driving, blow up the smoke
She know the acid make my eyes spin (What the f*ck?)
Took the CHI bags off of rainbow road
Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
So I pulled the f*ck over to watch the Range Rover glow
Laughin' as I watch it burn, but no, that ain't no joke
I got the keys now (I got the keys now)
I do what I please now (I do what I please now)
I can feel that breeze now (I can feel that breeze now)
But when that wind picks up again, I'll be ready
I hold my own weight, I'm heavy (yeah)
I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless floods (die for)
Forest fires, earthquakes and the avalanche of f*cking blood (die for)
Alias known as plague, I f*ck shit up, then shrug and walk away (die for)
A trail of chaos, loss and pain, I bite the dust and spit out stains

Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out, I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out, I'm so high
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




The Thin Grey Line

Back in the house with a '94
(You did good $lick)
Grey, Grey Five Nine
Grey, Grey Five Nine

I-I-I feel like Princess Peach, rose gold on my Mercedes (uh)
Rose gold on my bitch, lookin' like her name Mercedes (yeah, yeah)
I need a hoe who down, one who'll ask, "What up ladies?" (what up?)
Switched out the friendly smile but a face that reads "F*ck you pay me?" (Good to beam up, Scotty)
I got rabies, I just overdosed off coke and dope, I know they hope I die (yeah, yeah)
My back is achin' from holdin' the underground down ever since we dropped High Tide (sheesh)
Standin' in my grave like I ain't 5'9 (GREY)
One more minute 'til the hours done, I'll take my time
Fake my pride
It's really all about state of mind
Reality reflected the state of your nervous system, listenin' in on your bitchin'
It sounds like it belong in the kitchen, I ain't got time, nah
$ui-suicide
Made a whole culture that's based on dyin' (yeah)
Another cult member showed up early just so they could wait in line

Wetto in that TRX, higher then the upper deck
The way she suck my dick, I'm rubberneckin' at her rubber neck (yeah)
Christians holler, "What the heck?"
I call me to cut my check
Overdosin' off the dope and still ain't feelin' nothin' yet (good to beam up, Scotty)
Glock 19 with the red dot beam
F*ck rappin', when I'm shootin', I'm at my best
Police come, take the AK out, aim that motherf*cker straight right at his chest
Talkin' about killin' got my dick gettin' hard
Smoke got me paranoid, so I smoke some more
When they bury me put the scripts in my jacket
Hoes in my casket, think I need four (yeah, yeah, woah)
Oh, oh, oh, walkin' this beat, face lookin' like ain't nothin' I ain't seen (woah, woah)
Dogs in my lungs every time that I breath
I'm a fiend for the war, I'ma breed what they can't be (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Say what I mean, lie when I speak (woah, woah)
If an opp die before we can meet (woah, woah)
I'll catch them in hell and I'll send him to heaven (woah, woah)
Not even his God can f*ckin' protect him (woah, woah)
Got bitches that love me that I don't remember (woah, woah)
My gang members around me in every direction (woah, woah)
It's $ui

Grey, Grey Five Nine
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Thorns

You did good, $lick
It's a smash

Ayy, yuh (it's us)
God damn it, I'm on another planet (uh)
Why they call me Oddy Nuff, you'll never understand it (yeah)
Keep a strap on me, just in case I'm ever stranded (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ready to up the fire, now you lookin' like a busted pomegranate (uh)
Hop in the Mercedes spaceship, don't panic (ah)
Crash land in Louisiana like I f*ckin' planned it (Planned it)
It's strictly no photos, especially if they candid (ah)
She call me daddy 'cause her pussy mine and I demand it (yuh)
Branded, and so are all my G59 bandits
Hate on suicide, but we all know that you stan it (haha)
The way I played the hand, that I was dealt you'd think I'm Gambit (ah)
Holdin' up the five-nine skull like I'm Hamlet

I'm on my pimp shit (oh)
Ayy, yeah (oh, yeah, oh)

I'm in New Orleans off them Percocets
Like I'm Sean Payton (who that?)
Bitches hit my line, I said "Not today, Satan" (ayy)
Fine dining in a pair of crocs, gripping Kimber Glocks
Watching money turning fam to opps, what a paradox (go, go, go)
Never could take none of them serious, they just made me curious (go, go)
Of how they so pussy, but don't ever have a period (that's true)
Stars up where the ceiling is, Donald Trump interior (go)
Heroin came from Syria
Okay, I'm finished, sike!
Invade a bitches throat
Then evade the conversation (skrr, skrr)
Checkin' expiration dates, my only moderation
Went from broke in a shed, to a billion valuation
Still that skinny, pimping, drug-taking Caucasian (what?)
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Misery in Waking Hours

A self-confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9
John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008
But he told me he has murdered many more people
And tonight, we take you inside the mind of a serial killer
I don't think like normal people, never have
Have racing thoughts
It's been that way since I was a kid
Constantly, doesn't matter if I'm asleep or if I'm awake
I'm constantly thinking of a hundred things at one time
(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)
Okay, okay, okay

Yeah, got me f*cked up (okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, got me f*cked up (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, got me f*cked up (okay, okay)
Yeah, ayy, yeah

Money what I'm 'bout (wetto)
Too much cash to count (brr)
Keep that bitch outside, ain't no hoes up in my house (haha, haha)
Smokin' out the ounce, uh
I'm watchin' recession (yeah)
My bitch want affection, but I'm busy cleaning weapons (brr)
Pick up white trash, rolls presidential
I can't trust no mans, so me driving is essential (skrrt)
Sipping on some potion (yeah)
I got no emotions (nah)
Sold my opp a pack, now his dog is what he's smokin'
Since I was a youngin' I been moving like a mac (okay)
F*cking up a sack
Daddy smoking crack (let's get it)
By sixteen, I was pimping, f*cking bitches back to back (let's get it)
Ben was with me in the trap, told me, "Rap and don't look back" (let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, yeah, yeah)
Wish my dog was here, so I can give him every plaque (every plaque)
Hope he looking down with me counting every rack (every rack)
This shit deeper than rap, mane, this shit deeper than labels (let's get it)
Kids eating dinner with no father at the table (let's get it)
Gotta keep it stable (let's get it)
Gotta keep it pushin' (let's get it)
Them hoes, they got me f*cked up, think I'm worried 'bout pussy
Right here where I should be (north)
Eastern B-L-O-C (grey)
Grey 59 stayed F-U-C-K-E-D to the U-P

Yeah, got me f*cked up (got me f*cked up)
Yeah, got me f*cked up (ayy)
Yeah, got me f*cked up
Got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
Bitch, you got me f*cked up

Six feet under ground, yeah, but I can go deeper
Always got my heater, raise the temp like I'm fighting off a fever
Sleep with one eye open, always winking at the reaper
Used to get so high, they found me aimlessly floating up in the ether
Ruby bring the phonk
Moving shadows when the night fall (yeah)
F*ck this shit is bunk, feel like I'm snorting Chinese drywall
Play it smooth like a baby, make his bitch think that I might crawl
AMG Mercedes got the bark like it'll bite y'all
Shining so hard, I'm turning tunnels into bright halls (shit)
Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall
Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this f*cking fame shit
Caught in broad daylight, f*ck, it's too late, I can't shape shift (no)
Always looking down, they think that Ruby need a facelift
Everyday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (huh?)
Get the f*ck away from me
Leave me the f*ck alone
All of the credit I get is a lie, the whole time it was one of my clones (it was)
They say they got beef, but they chewing up beyond meat (beef, f*ck off)
How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me
Boy, go get your bread up, shred some lettuce on that banh mi (yeah, yeah)
Tryna tempt me with her honey, obvi, bitch, you got the wrong bee (okay)

Yeah, got me f*cked up (got me f*cked up)
Yeah, got me f*cked up (ayy)
Yeah, got me f*cked up
Got me f*cked up
Bitch, you got me f*cked up
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Burgundy

Y-y-y (y-y-y)
Y-y-y (y-y-y)
You did good, $lick
It's a smash
Ha, ha, ha, haha, ha
Let's go, let's go, let's go

I was running up the dope before the dough (north)
You can check the records
Ever since I got conscious, dying was obvious, counting down the seconds
I was left with no options, snorting oxys off a Smith & Wesson
Body filled with narcotics, f*ck the optics, bitch, next question (get the f*ck outta here)
Smokin' like I been stressing (smoke)
Hoes tryna read me, leave 'em dyslexic (ho)
Get this weight off my chest like I'm bench pressing, ho, I'm big stepping (wetto)
Jordan Clarkson with the Narcan
I shoot for thirty and that's with my off-hand
Walk in, they like, "Who let the dogs in?"
Kill myself before I let an opp win
Bitches begging me to get toxic, okay, let me go and pour a cup
Mom and dad would if they could, I ain't even mad they ain't showing up
Thinking 'bout it got me choking up, if I love her, time to blow it up
Pop on some Percs 'til I'm throwin' up
Then refresh on X like I'm scrolling up
Yeah, I got some wounds that ain't closing up (let's get it)
Cuts on my body, no toning up (let's get it)
Ghost that there ain't no disposing of (let's go, let's go, ayy, ayy)
Emotionless, but the dose is up (let's get it)
F*ck affection, I don't cozy up
You in my house, and that's close enough
I got problems with trust, I got problems with lust
Bitch, that's powder, not dust
Whole gang brain f*cked
G'59, we the cult
They ain't nothing like us (Grey)
They say, "Huh?" I say, "What?"
I drink 'Tuss, they drink nut
They all pussies, get touched
Turn an opp to a slut
Turn his block to a blunt
Watch my dog, he got flushed
Looking at his first dead body
Life too painful and the game will change you
Have you saying, "F*ck everybody"
I don't give a f*ck what they hear about me
Got a couple killers including Dre around me
Better think twice 'fore you play around me
Got more guns on me than a red county

Copped the Porsche 911, now I'm gettin' randomly selected (what the f*ck?)
Search for drugs and bombs and weapons
Wait a second (huh), no need for aggression (nope)
Just a common misconception bettin' that they'll threaten my profession (prolly)
Their perception of who I am, won't make me question who I am, damn
Rose gold and morganite lookin' like a suicidal gesture
Knocked her ex-boyfriend the f*ck out, just so I could impress her (F*ck him)
Just so I could undress her (yeah)
Now I'm paying for the fall semester (God damn)
I told her to call me professor after winter break I'ma hand her off to my successor
Strive for the greater and never the lesser
Me and $crim made it without an investor
Yeah, we survived suicidal adventures
Made a pact that we would never surrender (huh?)
Never surrender (say it again)
Made a pact that we would never surrender
Selling my soul to my dreams and my goals
But I won't ever stop until I'm on the stretcher
There's a demon in me and I think it might've overstayed its welcome (uh)
There's a demon in me and it's helping me to reach a state of bedlam (uh-oh)
Snorting these pills like I'm trying to smell them
I'm declarin' war on my cerebellum (ayy)
My worst enemy is the version of me that I can't even f*cking remember (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Uh, yeah
Ruby been destined for the looney bin
Round my finger that uzi spins
While I'm chugging some bougie gin, lose or win
I'm never slowing down like, we losin' wind, I'm grooming them for death
'Cause my lifestyle, will have you choosing limbs, the moon is dim
Tonight, I'll have to remain locked up in my tomb again
Took too many xans I started asking who is $crim? The knot is loose again
Someone tied the noose too thin
Living life like pulling teeth I'll die with a toothless grin
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Transgressions

You did good, $lick
You can not understand this, I don't either
I don't either
But when the Lord talks to me, I obey him
Uh, uh, yeah, uh

Y'all seen what I can do and I gotta ask you, who gon' stop me?
Can't even stop myself, that's really a problem, please, y'all gotta stop me (uh)
Global domination, now I'm just missing an account with lockheed
Snorted Oxy's in Euros, dollars, crowns, pounds and zlotys
I've asked it before and I guess I'll ask it again
Would you really give a f*ck about me if I wasn't famous?
I'm still the same f*ck up that I was before the paychecks
Only now, I got a thousand eyes prying at that same mess
Rain check
I'll take my time, it's called f*cking patience (patience)
One day I'll take pride in who I am, and feel the pain less (grr)
Without the word "grey," you can't spell the word "greatness" (greatness)
Put my heart in a box and give you the key hoping we'll share the same chest
Screen time increased, fine line crossed at least three times
Peace sign, you gonna be good? Yeah, I'ma be fine (grr)
I'm still the same cherry flavored frigid f*cking feline
Got my nine in my bag and now it's time to board the G5

But when the Lord talks to me, I obey him

Yeah, yeah
Swanging that motherf*cking double R, my maw maw got some questions
'Bout if I done sold my soul and if I'll ever get to heaven
F*ck if I know, but this bottle ain't gon' f*ckin' fill itself
Take some pills up off her shelf, then get back on the road to Hell
Doctor after doctor, cuttin' my momma 'cause it pay them well
Daddy ramblin' bout his gamblin', hope another twenty helps
Drinking GHB with fantasies of how I kill myself
Hanging from a noose?! I'm too rich, I need a Gucci belt
Looking up in the mirror and I can't say that I'm seeing much
Maybe this diamond chain will hide the fact I'll never be enough
Hurts too much to give a f*ck
Taught, "You better pick a drug"
"Say it with your chest, boy", I'm the definition of
Traumatized, angry mind, no daddy on the other line
Demoralized, always lyin', tellin' people I'll be fine
Won't be in text when I reply
Forever not the f*ckin' time
Forever grey prioritized
In blood, I signed that dotted line
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Are You Going To See The Rose In The Vase, Or The Dust On The Table

You don't get it (you did good $lick)
(It's a Smash)
I'm just reckless with myself
Taking over
Something only time will tell
Wetto, ayy

Already know what time I'm on, double-R slidin' on autobahn
She tryna get my love, the best I can do is a trauma bond
Poppin' these pills got easier, but gettin' high been gettin' harder
Remember them days in maw-maw's house, holdin' on my grandfather
Remember them days in the Envoy, it was just me and Oddy
Now all of my homies got their own bus, but they ain't got time for bondin'
Tellin' myself that it's okay, knowin' that's a lie
Ayy, never at home, just passin' by
I was always told that boys don't cry, why am I so broke inside?
Waste time on an inner child, motherf*cker been dead since five
Seen my dad OD at nine, was never the same again
I never had the chance to win

I keep reachin' out for help
I can't tell if I'm too concerned with myself
Feel like I'm just collectin' dust on the shelf (f*ck it, f*ck it)
I think it's time to bid farewell

Left all the lights on, but I ain't home, thirty thousand feet up
Got my ice on, but I ain't cold, thirty thousand degrees
Yup, I stashed thirty thousand in the freezer
Feel like a crooked congressman
I blame it on Percocets, amnesia, can't keep up with my tolerance
I'm tryna win this war on drugs, but I lost the battle by callin' up the plug
Got back in the saddle
Moth to the flame, I'm insane, all these voices rattle
Foggin' up my brain, numb the pain, locked up in my castle
I'm startin' to unravel, surrounded by all these snakes and jackals
They keep temptin' me to eat that apple
I need to tie up loose ends, form these threads into a tassel

I keep reachin' out for help
I can't tell if I'm too concerned with myself
Feel like I'm just collectin' dust on the shelf (f*ck it, f*ck it)
I think it's time to bid farewell
I keep reachin' out for help
I can't tell if I'm too concerned with myself
Feel like I'm just collectin' dust on the shelf (f*ck it, f*ck it)
I think it's time to bid farewell
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




All of My Problems Involve Me

(You did good $lick)
(It's a Smash)

Lil $lick travelled the world and caught a few (okay, okay)
Tryna keep my motherf*ckin' head up but the view taken
Seen so many faces, so many places up in this game
And they all fake as f*ck, the make up, f*ck on me, I go insane
The same motherf*cker that was broke on that dope
Now I changed, motherf*cker tryna show 'em there's some more
Just another faith, no, I ain't no God, I ain't no savior
Tryna let go of my bullets, still got one up in the chamber

I know some of y'all love me and I know some of y'all hate
But I almost went crazy in 2018
I was lookin' at the mirror daily, puttin' insane, I was tryna place
I was actin' kinda shady, will admit that was actin' sus
Cuz was stressed enough, tried to test my luck (f*ck)
Snort somethin' off the desk and died, don't shoot the messenger
Get the gun and tell 'em all the stress you work, when I'm dyin'-
Please don't release any music or videos that were not previous released before our death
Please do not continue our music careers as if we were still alive
In order to exploit our name for profit, thank you
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




The Light at the End of the Tunnel for $9.99 a Month

Only once the drugs are done
Hearin' my name, goin' insane
Mane, this shit is like every day (you did good, $lick)
I feel like dying, I feel like dying
"Oh my God, that's the biggest f*ck up, I'm sorry"
Goin' insane, (it's a smash) goin' insane
Mane, this shit is like every day, hearin' my name, goin' insane
Hearin' my name, hearin' my, hearin' my
Goin' insane, goin' insane, mane, this shit is like everyday
Hearin' my name, goin' insane, hearin' my name, hearin' my, hearin' my

Goin' insane, goin' insane, goin ' insane, goin' in, goin' in
Mane, this shit is like everyday, mane, this shit is like everyday
Goin' insane, goin' insane, mane, this shit is like everyday
Hearin' my name, goin' insane
Hearin' my name, hearin' my, hearin' my

Y'all worried 'bout the reposts
But I'm worried 'bout the relapse (Yeah)
Let's recap, life ain't been the same, since I left rehab (Yah, yah)
Exposin' to my opps all the spots, where I'm weak at
And then flex on the rest, while I act like I don't need claps
Gave this girl my heart and this bitch said that she gon' need half
Paranoid, I'm peakin' through the blinds without a tweed hat
Locked up in my head, like I forgot the code to the keypad
Been running' this whole game, like ankles and kneecaps
One day, I'll disappear and you'll wonder, when I'll be back
I'll be so camouflaged, I'll shoot myself and bleed out tree sap
Hidin' from how I feel, will never work and I see that
Keep my nose clean, but I'm still askin' where the weed at

Goin' insane, goin' insane
Goin' insane, goin' in, goin' in, mane, this shit is like every day
Mane, this shit is like every day
Where are my motherf*ckin' pills?

Yeah, no stoppin', just popped me like five percs
Nine bars, got dreams of jumpin' off top floors
I'm rummagin' all through my sock drawer
Before they put me back behind locked doors
More Opium than the Afghan war
Floodin' the front of my brain (let's go)
I'm givin' them warnings, the flights that I'm boardin'
Got no pilots up in the plane (turn me up)
Life aimless and passin' me by, yeah
I'm famous for chasin' a high, yeah
Couldn't do what I do if they tried, nah
I'm built for war and they built to die (brrrt)
On the bad shit, as Germ would say (bad shit)
I know I'm duckin' but bitch, quit yellin'
F*ckin' up my vibe, I'm wide awake
I feel like dyin' but not today
Got everyone trippin', wonderin' if I'm slippin' all from the music (North)
If I gotta pick, the drugs or a bitch, you know what I'm choosin' (North)
Said that he gang, but we ain't the same, just look how he movin'
I used to get high, but now, at best
I'm just goin' through it (wetto)

Only once the drugs are done
Hearin' my name, goin' insane, mane, this shit is like everyday
I feel like dying, I feel like dying
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Drag 'em to the River [Totalitarian Remix]

You did good, $lick
I say we bring this shit back to '96 (what)
Northside in this bitch
Lil Wetto
Southside in this bitch (what)
East-side, 59, motherf*cker
West Bank in this bitch
You gonna respect me
East-side 59 (ay)

Heard that boy talking shit, I'ma murk his ass (f*ck 'em)
Said he got guns, I don't believe his ass (f*cker)
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, I ain't talkin' mass (shh)
Said he gon' kill who? Ha, I need a laugh (haha)
Ayy, big dog $lick $loth, northside killer
Heartbreak kid, young wet Ben Stiller
How the f*ck you chart on Billboard but I'm still f*ckin' richer?
I went platinum with no billboard, no video, no pictures
Can give a f*ck 'bout these plaques or these critics and bitches
I'm just grindin' for my fam, give my girl what she wishes (ayy)
Y'all f*ck boys just buyin' toys, don't pass on my litmus
I done went broke, made it back tenfold, that's God as my witness
"Ayy, cut throat, let 'em know", still a savage motherf*cker
Solja rag in that Rolls, lookin' like Juvie in that Hummer
Number one stunner, I'm off St. Bernard with Ruby
Went to Carrollton with my shirt off screamin' out "Bitch, who gon' shoot me?"
I grab the Uzi, I hit the huey
Eatin' a ten piece in a Benz, just another f*ckin' Tuesday
Bitch, I'm too grey
I mean three grey
F*cking the game with no foreplay
PD sayin' they "f*ckin' with me", reminding me of what a whore would say (uh-uh)
Still f*ck them hoes
Still coming down off them drugs from three years ago (sheesh)
Still hoardin' most of my money, can't shake feeling broke (damn)
Who the f*ck you know blew a 'mil up their nose?
Yeah, they heard, I found God like I still won't shoot
Baddest motherf*ckin' crackers, there ain't no dispute
F*ck this whole industry, even the no names too (f*ck 'em)
Let me just tell you that I hate you, there's no need to assume (grey, grey)
Feel like year 2000 and I'm Aaron Brooks
Take that fent, that brown, and show you how to cook
You brought the whole gang down and I ain't even shook (pussy)
And I'll just stop right now 'cause I don't need a hook

I'm a 59 soldier, New Orleans stunner
Dodgin' NOPD they always out and about in the summer
I don't f*ck with no New Orleans hoes, but I did when I was younger
Now I'm flyin' em in from out of state pick 'em up in a camo hummer
Still off that St. Bernard exit down by the lake
Still pullin' up at Russell's just to hand out free eighth's
Still whippin' a big body, ain't slammin' brakes 'cause I'm late
Still courtside at the Pelican's game but they won't say my name
Blanco Leopardo, I'm the 7th ward lord
The chopper never jams, but I still use it as a sword
Sneakin' into cemeteries like I pre-ordered death
I f*cked my ex on a grave, a hand popped out, grabbed her neck
Yeah, my pimping done started a f*ckin' zombie outbreak (yeah)
Told the devil not to wait up because I'ma be out late
Watch out for the sniper shootin' cars when you're drivin' through the East
Ballys on my feet, down here you either swim or you sink
East Bank born and raised but I've been all over (East Bank)
Catch me uptown at the fly, I don't think I ever been there sober
Catch me downtown on the stoop, I'm usually there in October
Crossin' town in the Cullinan, I know it look like a Rover (uh)
Who that? Who that? I ride around with no tint
Get the gat, get the gat, under the seat is a MAC-10
I hear, "Pop-pop-pop-pop," and I wake up sweatin' bullets
So I moved down da bayou where it ain't so f*cking humid
Yeah, I'm going through it
All these motherf*ckers want something from me
These bitches see I got money, that's why they gon' try and f*ck me (haha, bitch)
They want a kid in they tummy but I wrap it up like a mummy
These f*cking greasy ass hoes, I keep it clean bitch don't touch me (ew)
So many blood suckers out here, slay 'em all like I'm Buffy
What you want from me, baby? Why you bein' so fussy?
Why don't you go down to Harrah's and see if you get lucky?
If you see my granny, ask her about me, she'll say she love me
I hold it down for my people, make sure my family ain't broke
I put on for my city, I'm 504 'til I croak
I wanna die in New Orleans, yeah, this shit ain't a joke (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Just cremate my body and then lace the blunt before you smoke

Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Us Vs. Them

Ladies and gentleman (you did good, $lick)
Get up (it's a smash)
Motherf*cker (get up)
Uh, ah-ah

It's that bent motherf*cker in that coupe, slidin' like the serpent (get up)
More guns than Viktor, 'bout dying, boy, I be that merchant (yeah)
Cast from the firmament, brain damage permanent (get up)
Got ninety-nine problems and not one of them concern a bitch (why?)
I'm in that Benz, hollerin', "Ooh, na-na-na"
Yung Slicky with that .9, tell me who wanna die?
Been troubled since I was a youth, chewin' Fent' up in the booth (get up)
Ride for my brothers, yeah, for them I'll do a sin or two (what)
G-R-E-Y (North), East bloc, *59 (Side)
F*cked up since knee high, cutthroat and I see why (why?)
They use me then they use me and they use me 'til I'm used up (get up)
And they wonder why I stay high or at best I'm buped up
Might shoot up until I puke up (ladies and gentleman, what?)
My cross that I bare (get up)
Drop my kids off in that ho 'cause I pay well for that daycare (what? Wetto)
Knock-knock, who's there? $Carecrow with that dead stare (get up)
Car two-hundred-thousand and my bitch still on welfare (ah)

Motherf*cker (get up)
Uh, ah-ah
Motherf*cker (get up)
Uh, ah, ah-ah (ladies and gentleman)

Have the block hollering, "Wah, wah, wah" (get up)
Throw them threes up for the G*59
Talkin' to me, I hear "Blah, blah, blah"
When I pull up, have them hoes sayin', "Ooh, la-la"
Ladies and gentleman (get up)
(Get up)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Snorted a bunch of Perc 30's, now I'm ignorin' every call (get up)
Got bored, decided to cop a sports car and I crashed it right into a wall
Hopped and that's when I realized that I was in the food court at the mall (get up)
Concussions and destruction, bitch, I'll show you how I ball
Shellfish on my wrist forever, ain't just the date (get up)
All these pups think they tough, tryna take off of my plate
Yeah, they howlin' and they growlin' (ooh), but my name stained with drool
Plenty of bones buried in the yard along with Fugazi jewels (ah)
Ruby been had all the girls, I got scraps that I could scrape up (yup, get up)
Been all over the world, I got maps that I could make up (yup, yup)
Been a dope fiend for so long that people clap when I wake up (get up)
Been ahead of the game, runnin' laps 'fore I lace up (yeah)
Shadow banned, shorty, yeah, I'm always hard to find (yeah)
Duckboy ain't no f*ckboy, yeah, I always take my time (yeah)
*59 signed, yeah, I said, "F*ck a 9 to 5" (yeah)
Tryna shine so hard that I leave 'em all blind (ladies and gentleman)

Uh, oh f*ck boy (get up)
Uh
Uh
Motherf*cker (get up)
Uh (please help)

Have the block hollerin' "Wah, wah, wah" (get up)
Throw them threes up for the G*59
Talkin' to me, I hear "Blah, blah, blah"
When I pull up, have them hoes sayin', "Ooh, la-la"
Ladies and gentleman (get up)
(Get up)
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Kill Yourself V

(You did good $lick)
(It's a Smash)

They figure me a dead motherf*cker
Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard in a deep slumber
Hibernatin' for another three summers, slumped in a deep tundra
Still a mean mugger even though my eyes froze shut, uh
Tell 'em, "Keep comin', I'm the Don"
Gather my foes and then I cut out their tongue
Gather my hoes and then I have 'em eat each other
'Cause I make a mean supper, tryna think you was the one
Always lookin' down, my habits, like one ton
Help realize the crown, locked up in the dungeon
Got that bag like five times now, Ruby's got like nine lives, how?
Live from outside, Nine Five'd up
My enemies on my side now

Isn't it so convincin' how that noose hang 'round my throat?
Still here longer than I hoped, all I know is I don't know
Dreams of me vanishin' in the abyss
Thinkin' Hell gotta be better than this
Music or dope, either way, I don't miss
Solutions like Ruby, they just don't exist
Still wakin' up every day but I still ask, "Why?"
2018, why couldn't I die?
Was it all worth it? I can't decide
Been lookin' everywhere except my insides (yeah-yeah)
Look into my eyes, you can see what it costs
Lookin' for my day, you can see that I'm lost
But heavy is the crown, so I cede to the cross

Is this over-is this over yet?
Dreams of me vanishin' in the abyss
Thinkin' Hell gotta be better than this
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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Released: June 14th, 2024
Year: 2024

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