Away From Me | PROD FEEDINGHERACID |

Mixed by me. 

=+ LYRICS +=

OH MY FUCKING GOD
I JUST WANT IT ALL TO STOP
FINNA POUR ANOTHER SHOT
HOPE I DIE INSIDE A BOX

I JUST WANNA FUCKING BREAK
BUT IM FILLED WITH SO MUCH HATE
I JUST WANNA FIGURE OUT IF I AM REAL OR I AM FAKE


I DONT KNOW WHAT I WANNA BE
WHAT I WANNA DO
OH
WANNA BE AN ARTIST
A CARCASS 
I OVERTHINK IM THROUGH

ALL THESE LITTLE THOUGHTS INSIDE MY HEAD THEY MAKE ME FEEL SO DEAD

PUT A KNIFE INSIDE MY BED AND SCREAM UNTIL MY COVERS RED


GUYS IM FREAKING OUT
I SMOKE THIS LOUD
BUT I CANT FIGURE OUT

WHY I STICK AROUND
TO MAKE YOU PROUD?
YEAH FUCK THAT IM A CLOWN

I COULD FUCKIN DROWN
OR SWALLOW ROUNDS
I FUCKIN HATE THIS CROWN

DIGGING DEEPER DOWN
INTO THE GROUND
IM HIDING FROM THE CROWD



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[Existing to live/Living to exist]

CARCASS (Prod. SIXXNIGHTSS)

In my room cover, a lot of screw ups but will post a new one sumtime

i like blood and rap music

PELUDA

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2021 XELA FREESTYLE 
@FATALXELA
@FATALFACTION

XELA – BALANCE (2021 FREESTYLE)

@FATALXELA | @FATALFACTION

Description

“Balance” is a 2021 freestyle by XELA, recorded during a period of heavy motion, pressure, and transition. The record reflects on money, time, risk, and growth—where hustling pays but balance is hard to maintain. No hook, no polish, just real-time perspective. From boxes turning into pallets to interest compounding, the track documents a moment before everything fully changed.

Independent. Raw. Unfiltered.
Lyrics
Fatal

I live like fuck the balance
Niggas just like fuck the ballots
Ran it up, now what’s the balance?
Might smoke too much, but I moved them pounds

I feel like I’m stuck in Pallet Town
I used to catch the boxes, we getting pallets now
I’m finna unload the truck right now
Cashed out, now I’m finna break down

How I make more in your town
I know you thought about taking me down
Tryna tap in, nigga, how you sound?
Ride around with a hundred rounds

I don’t really be in town, OT
Don’t come around me
Unless you got the racks or brought some wild shit

Had a Rolex, but my time priceless
Niggas so funny, said don’t talk about prices
Seen them add ten points, that’s life
Say the deps indoor, at night

You said you need ten more, that’s light
I knew I should’ve sent more, last night
It’s like I travel through time, maybe it’ll catch up
My price is my price, I ain’t goin’ for a setup

I don’t wanna sleep at night
But the za make it better
Ridin’ in the whip, thinkin’ ‘bout goin’ federal

When it touchdown, I’ma let you know
You want fronts now, I gotta let you go
My interest compound, I gotta let it grow
You gon’ catch some hot rounds, scoping out my grow

This all work, I ain’t take shit, nigga
I was in the trap first, this ain’t no fake shit, nigga

I used to have a Perc with a Lortab
Packs way before that
And I stack and I smoke what I made way before then

All my packs farm fresh, no groceries
How I move all that, still smokin’
But I can get it all back, keep goin’

Five phones ain’t gon’ call back
Pull up on me — what up mane

This shit too easy, but if you don’t really know, you don’t see it
Diamond donut, nigga, I can’t breathe
Finna hop on the I-5 and go high speed

It don’t matter if you leave, the money come with me
I can get a lot of P’s, a thousand if I need
I break down the block like Steve
Tryna get the profit out the bag

I could’ve copped a drop each week
But I went and put it in some packs
It’s not worth the risk unless a lot of racks
I need all of that

I ain’t finna flop and I ain’t finna fall back
It don’t matter where I’m at, I’m still on that

All this not no loan, man
I pull up where the smokes at
I ain’t finna fight, niggas finna blow that

How you trappin’? Got no pack
Smokin’ shit with seeds, niggas need to grow that
At least a couple grams or I ain’t finna roll that

I remember .5 games, what I used to smoke
You really not my gang unless you on
I been on the road, I ain’t comin’ home

Ran up about a hundred bands on each app
Niggas had a China plug bustin’ off of WeChat
I don’t really need friends, I need racks
I don’t got my old friends, niggas rats

I don’t like to owe things, drop them racks
APL, nigga, check the stats
Niggas went through hell, still made it back

You can’t get my time, ’cause I can’t get it back
You can’t get two lines, I need all of that

I’ma sip until I sleep
I don’t need no pills, I got my weed
For that money, I’m a fiend
Fuck love, cash is what I need

I’m finna do the dash, go high speed
Goin’ out bad, payin’ 40 for the oxy
Niggas goin’ out sad, gettin’ tricked out they spot

I can’t let a nigga stop shit, yeah, I know what I got
I just gamble with my life like slots
Tryna live long and proper like Spock

It’s my trap but it’s not my spot
You got attached ’cause it not your stock
I brought it in, so ain’t shit gon’ stop


@FATALXELA - BALANCE (Prod. Donnie Katana)

i don’t know whats real anymore 
seems like no one care no more and

i’ve been running running running from it all
i’ve been running running running from the law and

i don’t know how i feel bout it all
I’m just left right 
back and forth and

i’ve been running running running from it all
i've been running running running from the law and

i’ve been talking talking talking to the walls
seems like no one care no more 
no more 
i can not take no more 
the quiets loud when im alone
the flowers died since you last called 
been left for dead 
my corpse is cold 
my body rotten
decomposed 
my voicemail empty 
like my soul now

i don’t know whats real anymore 
seems like no one care no more and

i’ve been running running running from it all
i’ve been running running running from the law and

i don’t know how i feel bout it all
I’m just left right 
back and forth and

i’ve been running running running from it all
i've been running running running from the law and

fresh cuts on my mf wrists 
blood stains on my new carpet 
paint my mf walls scarlet 
i guess devil sees me as a target 

organ card seems so pointless
get found too late they can’t harvest nothin
i’m such a gruesome mess
that nobody will seem to miss

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