Trinity feat. 77trix (prod. BabyBafe x Roach)

HuntysDead & ZVMVCHI- God status (Feat. Avoe8Ever) [prod. Netuh]

A gory Friday fright night to all.🤘💀

Single

single

Plen∤y HΦ€$

PISSED

Revenant Ft. Miniuziis

IDC!

BUILT THE GAME *ALL PLATFORMS*

I'm him

Lyrics

Now I’m by my self 
I don’t hear one phonecall, when it rings
And I  Tell ‘em I need help 
I know god don’t like what I sing 
But I tell him about my health 
Feeling  like the world got they eyes on me but I know I’m by myself 
Starring at the stars one day I’ll be free 
fill the void Gucci belts 

If it’s my time to let go grab that musket boy aim it at ya nose 
Love it how no one fucking with me
I’m on my own set boy going ghost 
Lie to my face catch these hands boy
Fuck it let that powder pistol blow 
Drifting in a 2 tone phantom can’t wait till I made it on my own

[If it’s my time to let go grab that musket boy aim it at ya nose 
Love it how no one fucking with me]

Now I’m by my self 
I don’t hear one phonecall, when it rings
And I  Tell ‘em I need help 
I know god don’t like what I sing 
But I tell him about my health 
Feeling  like the world got they eyes on me but I know I’m by myself 
Starring at the stars one day I’ll be free 
fill the void Gucci belts 

If it’s my time to let go grab that musket boy aim it at ya nose 
Love it how no one fucking with me
I’m on my own set boy going ghost 
Lie to my face catch these hands boy
Fuck it let that powder pistol blow 
Drifting in a 2 tone phantom can’t wait till I made it on my own

[If it’s my time to let go grab that musket boy aim it at ya nose 
Love it how no one fucking with me]

Gucci Belts

INMYOWNH3LL + Foreverkurris [anticøn]

LYRICS:
why would you lie bitch I hope u fucking die 
Pussy boi was a bitch fucking saw it in my eyes
do not mothafuckin try me imma take it like it’s mine
shout out Stanley mobtyz chosen trip and cam 
my ride or dies
suicide all in my mind I fuck it up my life’s a lie
got the glock up in my head I pull the trigger say goodbye
I don’t wanna talk with you or fuck with you I wanna fight
locked up in the institution see you on the other side
pop him in his shit then make his fuckin head split
tho I took yo bitch the first date she was suckin dick
pull up wit a stick no call of duty Hudson 
when I’m with yo shawty you know she be fuckin
I don’t need you
u don’t have a clue
pls don’t let me shoot
I fuckin hate you
fuck up out my face
oh for god sake
pls don’t run away
u fuckin die today

I don’t, give a, fuckin, fuck
Do what, I want, you just, suck
full of, shit, I just, want
what you, say is, always, wrong

mayday

MAYDAY (PROD.MICHAEL LINK)

"Othello is The Poet, 929" 

A tribute to Ancient Drizzy — to Nothing Was the Same, to what was and what’s still unspoken.
This isn’t just music — it’s a relic carved from the compassion of stone and the silence of dreams.

In the sacred realm of 929, the Poet speaks not from fame, but from forgotten lineage —
The younger brother left out of the scrolls,
The echo never mentioned at dinner,
The one the stars skipped in their alignment,
Not by accident, but design.

He’s the podium setter.
The silhouette behind the myth.
The one who knew all along — but chose metaphor over mention.

He doesn’t call. He doesn’t write.
Instead, he sends scrolls in sleep,
Carved in cloud-form glyphs and celestial stanzas,
Waiting for Ancient Drizzy to decode what’s always been hidden in plain sight.

Now, the Clarity Stone has fused with his chest —
No longer a whisper, but a storm wrapped in stanza.
Othello Jr. walks beside his father’s shadow,
Carrying the flame after brushing petals with Drizzy on 929 Roses.

This project isn’t a release.
It’s a relic activation.
A bloodline resurfacing.
A memory unlocked.
A secret, finally spoken aloud.

And the Poet…
Finally has something to say.

Hidden within the project is a trail —
A coded lineage of Drizzy’s influence, not in imitation, but in spiritual reflection.
Each poem-track echoes a title from Nothing Was the Same,
But with relic names that lead home:

Tuscan Leather → Leather of the Unspoken Flame

Furthest Thing → Constellation of the Forgotten Brother

Wu-Tang Forever → Ancestral Wind Singing Through Hollowed Time

Hold On, We're Going Home → Blood-Stained Numbers in My Chest

... and more—each one a coded nod to the ancient craft, encrypted in rhythm, dripping in myth.

Shoutout to Ancient Skrilla — the only other knight who read between the poet’s scars.
His label within 929 doesn’t sign artists — it restores voices.
And the Poet?
He’s not here to chart.
He’s here to whisper lightning into legacy.

PISSED

dmn (@ilydmn__)

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