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lights out ft. ninewaters (Prod. greg beats)

Sanguine Paradise Remix

2gaudy - Cardiac Arrest

44romance - Notice Me (prod. Ceejous X 1instinct)

Juice WRLD - IDGAF (feat. Lil Peep) [Studio Session]

Cold Math is a ledger you can feel in your ribs: tracks where melodic rap carries the hard arithmetic of survival, and blues pours the emotion that numbers can’t hold. The album lives in that split-second math of the street—rent due, phone dead, hunger loud—where every choice has interest and every mistake compounds. Over sirens, neon, and concrete sermons, the hooks arrive like oxygen: not pretty, not polite, but honest enough to keep the chest moving. This is music about being “boxed in, cornered by design,” and still finding a way to stand ten toes down without turning your soul into spare change.

But the “cold” in Cold Math isn’t just the world—it’s the clarity you earn when you stop bargaining with reality. Across these songs, the narrator evolves from counting losses to balancing the ledger: looking around at a pixelated life, owning contradictions, cutting doubt out like a bad wire, and building a ladder out of the void one bar at a time. The blues shows up as bruised tenderness under the grit; the rap shows up as precision and nerve—proof that persistence isn’t flex culture, it’s breathwork. If there’s a thesis here, it’s simple and relentless: not survival of the fittest—just the struggle for existence, and the refusal to be erased.

Too Much on the Line (South Side)

we not the same (short vers)

KILJ - death of me
Produced by JabariOnTheBeat
Artwork by: Jocelyn Delia (@jocelyn_delia_art)


Lyrics:

I got all these demons I don’t know
Rolled a spliff up, now my lungs are full of smoke
I swear that these niggas do the most
Drinking Bacardi, feel the fire in my torso
Tired of saying that I’m fine with these tears in my eyes
Shawty been wishing for the death of me, go pray for my demise, pray for my demise
Know I’m running out of time
I got all these demons I don’t know
Rolled a splif up, now my lungs are full of smoke
I swear that these niggas do the most
Drinking Bacardi, feel the fire in my torso
Tired of saying that I’m fine with these tears in my eyes
Shawty been wishing for the death of me, go pray for my demise, pray for my demise
Know I’m running out of time

And I know it’s all my fault
Might as well just take the blame for my loss
Watch the daylight fade, come night fall
Know I said I’m living great, but I’m not
Think I need a shot again
Another trip up to the bar
I just need another fix, don’t give a damn ‘bout what the cost is
Another dollar in the swear jar
I’ll just drink all my pain away I don’t wanna fall
I keep forgetting who I am, who i am
So I don’t give a damn ‘bout who you are
Imma walk off in my Robins
No, I don’t do no talking
Get that through your head before a bullet’s in your noggin
Drink my sorrows away
Then it’ll lead me to an early grave
Drink my sorrows away
Then it’ll lead me to an early grave


I got all these demons I don’t know
Rolled a spliff up, now my lungs are full of smoke
I swear that these niggas do the most
Drinking Bacardi, feel the fire in my torso
Tired of saying that I’m fine with these tears in my eyes
Shawty been wishing for the death of me, go pray for my demise, pray for my demise
Know I’m running out of time
I got all these demons I don’t know
Rolled a spliff up, now my lungs are full of smoke
I swear that these niggas do the most
Drinking Bacardi, feel the fire in my torso
Tired of saying that I’m fine with these tears in my eyes
Shawty been wishing for the death of me, go pray for my demise, pray for my demise
Know I’m running out of time

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Cosa Ky 🥀