Lil Darkie - BATSHIT

Choppa Sound!! W3 x Lpb Cide [Prod. W4ddles]

Prod. Dorado 
Prod. Censor Bundy

Ft. Azreal, sexonxtasy,multiple ex gfs

Under the sea of tears

lyrics: 

when i hit my pen bitch 
non verbal
underground shit 
in my tunnel 
like a turtle
rolling in the green 
off the wock 
my lawn purple 
me and kyruti
popping off 
we like a kernel 

me and kyruti?
that’s my dawg
shits eternal 
run up on us
and now he leaving 
with a dermal 
run up on us 
and yes bitch
you smell the herbal 
he won’t run up 
because i got him 
in my thermal 

tweak got up 
tried to hit me 
so i hit him back 
diego came from the back 
and sold him a fifth a crack 
tweak ran up the whole shop
and he lift a rack 
told diego round the corner 
and to go get the mac

NON VERBAL! W/ KYRUTI (PROD. PRODIGY BEATZ)

Cat In The Hat

Mash Out

RocK Bottom (Navy Seals) IFN Akai X June Ox (prod. Malachi)

KRIX BRIDE - MY BAG (Prod. PAINN)

MADE THIS SONG FOR THE BRIGHT ONES FIGHTING FOR WHAT THEY LOVE AND FEELING RESISTANCE
INSTA: FADED__ASTRONAUT
WEBSITE: FADEDASTRONAUT.COM

PERISH

I EVER DIE

[Intro/Outro]
Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it
Hush now, ghost mode on, no chit-chat...
[Chorus]
Mute the noise, don't hit my line, shh,
Big stacks only, spit it fast, then vanish quick,
Mute the noise, no rings, no kin,
If it ain't green, don't touch my fix.
Mute the noise, screen stays dark,
Fresh rolls in, stack 'em high, no spark,
Mute the noise, whisper low, step back,
Talk less, drop the count, that's fact.
[Verse 1]
Baritone growl, I slink through the grime,
Face game tight, but the dope bag's prime—
Sold that white to the suits in the club,
They snort lines off a dealer's thumb,
Two-tone chain, light flex, no flash,
Fed the crew off one zip in a crash.
Short crew, back room, fat envelope,
Fake smiles hit when the blue boys scope,
"Hey king" this, "yo queen" that bullshit,
I'm ghost on leeches that suck my dick.
Time thieves get taxed like late-night fees,
Ten toes down in this concrete squeeze,
"Slide thru?" Nah, I'm buried deep, fine,
Papers signed first, then we blaze, align.
[Bridge]
Phone hums once—smash that shit, silence...
[Chorus]
Mute the noise, don't hit my line, shh,
Big stacks only, spit it fast, then vanish quick,
Mute the noise, no rings, no kin,
If it ain't green, don't touch my fix.
Mute the noise, screen stays dark,
Fresh rolls in, stack 'em high, no spark,
Mute the noise, whisper low, step back,
Talk less, drop the count, that's fact.
[Verse 2]
New path carved, fuck trends, I'm off-grid,
Loop hits clean, 808 my only kid—
Shorty chasin' likes, "Tag me in your flex?" Nah,
I'm cam-shy ghost, but the trap house ledger's next.
Suits pitch "collab," I hit 'em with "cuts,"
They dangle crumbs, I demand the nuts,
Want a banger hook? I drop two raw bars,
Twist it twice, now it's viral in your mom's car.
Society's joke: influencers peddle dreams for likes,
While we flip packs in alleys, dodgin' five-oh spikes—
They preach "hustle culture" from their filtered thrones,
But ghost us when the raid lights hit our phones.
Cool as ice, but I flip off the bloodsuckers,
Wallet spits truth louder than your TED Talk suckers,
Noise is poison, keep that distance, creep,
Silent countin' bills while the world's asleep—
And yeah, that powder line? It funds my peace,
Society's high on lies, I'm high on the fees.
[Chorus]
Mute the noise, don't hit my line, shh,
Big stacks only, spit it fast, then vanish quick,
Mute the noise, no rings, no kin,
If it ain't green, don't touch my fix.
Mute the noise, screen stays dark,
Fresh rolls in, stack 'em high, no spark,
Mute the noise, whisper low, step back,
Talk less, drop the count, that's fact.
[Outro]
Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it
Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it...