TRACK THREE: A HEADLESS RIDER CAME TO MY SIDE

i live with violence so every day i wake up it’s a fight
i told that bitch to hit the road n get the fuck up out my life
only thing i ever cared about is paper and my knife
imma scowl every day know there ain’t shit i don’t dislike

i got blood inside my throat and she taste when we make out
i never speak just here to see how it’s gon play out 
a bunch of dolls up in this bitch like it’s a playhouse 
dolly just been at the atm, i bring the pape out

i’m just a rotten motherfucker from the fit down to the boots
take the top off of that boy he lookin sumn like a coupe
like i’m celty i hear voices from this wound
like lara croft you can find me in that tomb


just like joe rogan you can find me on that mic
it’s hard to sleep cause i keep using my pillow to hide my knife
it’s hard to think when my soul isn’t feelin right
i been angry bitch im beatin in my knuckles

i got the pussy blowin up my phone at this point it’s annoyin
i ain’t fuckin with this underground cause everything is boring
all the singles that i’m hearin fallin short
every time they drop a tape you know that shit gon leave me snoring

i go crazy in my cage, you don’t wanna let me out
the demons i been fightin got me foamin out my mouth
i got rage, so what the fuck you talkin bout

TRUE RANCOR (VEXD)

Something chill this time 🖤 REUPLOAD cuz I did sum wrong here

Lyrics🖤
AYE, Let me take you back to the hotel,
show the room in full scale, HUH
show the ice on teeth cuz i got
enough guap, dough, money, and diamonds on my wrist

Shawty like the way that I talk, that I move
Said she love the sound when I step, Jimmy Choo

Bands in my pocket, it’s a light show
Neon in the whip when the lights low
Touchdown Tokyo

Hundred on the dash, I don’t do no brakes
Fast life, every night feelin’ like a race
Too clean when I pull up, no stains

HUH
Bands in my pocket, it’s a light show (light show)
Neon in the whip when the lights low (lights low)
Touchdown Tokyo

AYE, Let me take you back to the hotel,
show the room in full scale, HUH
show the ice on teeth cuz i got
enough guap, dough, money, and diamonds on my wrist

Shawty like the way that I talk, that I move
Said she love the sound when I step, Jimmy Choo

HUH
Bands in my pocket, it’s a light show (light show)
Neon in the whip when the lights low (lights low)
Touchdown Tokyo

TOUCHDOWN TOKYO - $mokinfr (Prod. Xiao)

when demons weep *Ashsober*

lyrics

bitch i woke up to a check 
aye down a bottle, hit the 5th 
i’m wit a mob of gangstas from the ave
we get it quick 
aye 
if you broke then don’t come in 
i pay a lot of homage to the ogs from within 
aye aye
hella stars up in the roof 
i took yo bitch and now she dosin me inside the booth 
aye 
hella bands im spending too 
i never check the price 
cause me and broke are not in tune 


that’s a bag getter 
stupid stupid cash getter 
bitch i get you mad wetter 
ain’t no thang as bad weather 
hold on we just getting better 
smokin on that indica 
you mad cause we ahead of you 
like 2k im just readied up 

tell the waiter i need more 
i cop the louie from the floor 
hella pepsi on the table i ain’t talkin bout no soda 
fine shytt, ain’t shit, she got a ring but suckin dick 
that’s problem for the owner not for us 
cause that ain’t mine 

cut waist, slim face 
damn these dms gettin poppin 
every city i attend to 
got a reason for me stoppin 
they want funk 
got yiki yee 
i dont fear no enemies 
might just put em on tee 
off a shot of hennessy

takin trips, im poppin thizz 
damn we geeked up in the store 
step in alexanders 
brand new out the box 
i copped me 4 
when u rich u feel a dose 
just from wearing different clothes 
if a milly waiting me 
best believe i’m getting more

bitch i woke up to a check 
aye down a bottle, hit the 5th 
i’m wit a mob of gangstas from the ave
we get it quick 
aye 
if you broke then don’t come in 
i pay a lot of homage to the ogs from within 
aye aye
hella stars up in the roof 
i took yo bitch and now she dosin me inside the booth 
aye 
hella bands im spending too 
i never check the price 
cause me and broke are not in tune 

i ain’t never check the tag or check the price you smoking boof
bitch i’m puffing on some dirty
seeping smoke all thru the roof
bitch i’m off a couple pills
cause these bitches getting loose
see your hoe up at my crib
just know the gang is sliding thru

i’ve been chasing chasing chasing chasing tryna make a bag
bitch i woke up to a milli
spent bout 50 on some raf
told my brother grab the semi
poppin 30s at ur ass
told my partner we gon make it
now look at where we at

talking thousand dollar dinners
wit some thousand dollar bitches
talking 100s in my corner
being broke i’ll never miss it
has to cop the M4 cause a real playa winning
mixing loui wit my prada 
save versace for the linen

i’ve been steppin
you’ve been guessin
tryna come up wit the score
i can tell you first hand
u ain’t even on the board
tryna pull up wit a yiki
get it crackin
up that pole
me and cutty T’d up
sipping drank
pour some more hoe 

bitch i woke up to a check 
aye down a bottle, hit the 5th 
i’m wit a mob of gangstas from the ave
we get it quick 
aye 
if you broke then don’t come in 
i pay a lot of homage to the ogs from within 
aye aye
hella stars up in the roof 
i took yo bitch and now she dosin me inside the booth 
aye 
hella bands im spending too 
i never check the price 
cause me and broke are not in tune

SMEEZE

CAR MEET feat. axaero and Grioten (prod. User x axaero)

prods:
@velvetsog
@prod-by-morion

lyrics

sipping on my opioids my brain go fucking error
cut her fucking face off skin that bitch upon the mirror
kill my fucking opps via bombs i cause sum terror
get myself in wanted bitch im a repeat offender

i-i-i have lazers on my head i blow this shit up C4
X95 i blow your bitch up wit no fucking scope
swagged up in the psychward turn it into a morgue
corpses in my trunk they aint coming back to me anymore

sipping on my opioids my brain go fucking error
cut her fucking face off skin that bitch upon the mirror
kill my fucking opps via bombs i cause sum terror
get myself in wanted bitch im a repeat offender

X109 turn his brains into a milkshake
i got crack and krokodil up my brain ill end up cutting my face
you piss me fucking off i'll catch a fucking case
imma get a fucking shotgun to shoot their motherfucking brains off

GUSHED OUT [VELVETT + MORION]

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I cant take it anymore I think my guts are bleeding
ha, ha-
fuck your throat and axe his guts until his face goes blue
stupid narcissistic ego bitch with no damn clue

take a knife and skin his face when he gets to pleading
I fucking love when they taste that shit and get to bleeding
I bet they'd all want to motherfucking stop me, they can't stop me bitch what the fuck?

i was here left to die, maybe thats the reason i just wanna kill
take the bandage off and see whats the deal
cut the meat skin grafts we feasting on meal
push the (slur :3) to the floor and see if he can feel

produced by me
art by me

A NIGHTMARE ON PUMPKIN STREET

https://soundcloud.com/ytd40oz
prod Fifty Grand & Kellbender

lyrics

Awaken late
On the 7th day
God becometh
And he full of pain
Cuz he know all 
Living every fate

Omnipotence issa fucking shame
Man life is linear for the fathers fate
Stuck in hell it’s the only way
Can’t escape that he know his fate
Every answer to the question in his brain

Cult don’t play b
Filthy safety
God forsake me
Sixth hell shaking
Fuck, yuh

Angels rolled it up I lit it up
YTD gun come in like a truck

Since 7th grade I let the record play
Dominos let the ocean spray
Matte black wit a Tauras got Eminem on my mp3
Fuck around come see me with sid the sloth we gon make it rain 
matte black wit a tauras my engine keeps on roaring 

We go go let a mf just 
Go go let a mf just 
Blow blow wit the flow beat a mf like K O

YTD be rapping get my mask up now u lacking
Never slacking wit this practice got yo bitch right on mattress

Hallowed

spotify

counting sheep (slowed) [bonus] +lil biscuit

"CRADLECUT"

featuring. @imsoscaredcoma6 & @hangsaint
produced by @zyrom
Mixed and mastered by @zyrom
Cover art by @the0000

LYRICS :

coma :

I ain't felt shit since the last fit
Stuck, demons dancing with a fuckin' misfit
But I can still fuckin' grip shit
Put ten in em if them pussies wanna spit shit, uh
Seven fuckin years I've been grinding for myself
This shit ain't about a number bitch it's about my health
Keep my fuckin name up out of your motherfuckin' mouth
Keep them lips running, I'ma stomp them out myself
I can't talk much about it
But every word fucking sounds like shouting
Every footstep sounds like pounding
But now I hit back, motherfucker, keep drowning
Keep drowning
Take another hit, little bitch start counting
Start counting
Time's almost up and you still ain't found it

theo :

Between noise and quiet there's absolutely no difference
Silence gets loud; it's another form of violence
Echoing inside a warehouse, screaming sirens
What do you know about suffering all alone in silence?
5 years of loneliness; it gets heavy
On my shoulders, feel like I carry a dead body
But nothing will make me sicker than your pity
My self-hatred thinks that I don’t need any
Stop trying to get inside my skin, fucker
Every day I distance myself from the gutter
Life gets raw n real when you finally are sober
I ain't getting back to it, so don’t bother
Get me out of my head, it's such a mess
Stop looking, I can only handle so much stress
Do you know how many pills I popped? Many
Don't give me more scars, already got plenty

hangsaint :

I’ve been so sick of it
Fuck it all, I’m loading my shit
I’ve been so fucking low that I’ma clutch my grip
I squeeze bust
Now I’m motherfucking chalk dust.
Fuck a letter, bitch.
You already know my fucking end is coming
I got low with my pistol pulled, put it to my head
Adios ima decompose see you in the abyss
All I do is take pills.
Pills keep my mind muzzled till I motherfucking feel better than a letter that I wrote
Down all, I spoke about is this
I’m so fucking sick of living life in emptiness
Sometimes I just wanna sit back and pop a couple of tablets, load the fucking Mac up, let the rhino rounds rip
Let it rip
Stick a gun up
Black the fuckin' Sun out
If I run out of ammo I gotta pull out you know how the shooters do it maybe I should fucking prove it to you
This will be my last verse
Theo said to get me first man fuck all y'all

Out Now Everywhere

CRADLECUT (feat. COMA6 & HANGSAINT) [prod. zyrom]

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FREETOKENGREEN
FREECHEEKYSMOOTH
THESE KIDZ CAN'T HIT MY VOCAL RANGE

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