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Produced by DVilln13

DVilln13 x GhostKiiD - They Don’t Care About It

Carltan DISS by YKG Batman.m4a

American rebel

Chains

Hangover

Club lights flashin’, bottles up, toast quick,
Diamonds on my chain, got ’em dancin’ on the wrist.
Cash flow dirty but the lifestyle clean,
Pull up heavy whips, tinted out, unseen.
Fake smiles in my face, I can read that hate,
Snakes blend in close, tryna eat my plate.
Every night’s a movie, but the reel ain’t sweet,
Party with the wolves while I’m guardin’ my seat.

Verse 2
Money on my mind, stack racks, no slack,
Talk slick once, then you never come back.
Feds in the cut, gotta move low key,
Friends turn to foes, can’t trust no G.
Everybody say “ride,” but they switch when it’s hot,
One wiretap call, whole block get caught.
Rule one: never fold, keep your mouth on lock,
Play the game by the code or you end up shot.

Verse 3
Homie snitched out, put my name in his plea,
Said “forever we brothers,” guess forever ain’t free.
We bled for the hustle, now he runnin’ with feds,
Traded loyalty for freedom with a price on my head.
Heart cold now, I don’t love no soul,
Keep my burner loaded, never trust what’s told.
Fake hugs, fake dap, I done seen too much,
Street life costly — gotta pay for trust.

Verse 4
Wild parties, big tables, champagne rain,
But behind all the laughter there’s a shadow of pain.
Watch close, every toast got a dagger inside,
See the envy in they eyes while they clap and they smile.
One slip, one word, that’s a coffin or cell,
So I keep my circle tighter than a wishin’ well.
No names, no talk, silence deep in my speech,
Only code in my life is the code that I teach.

Verse 5
Kilos in the trunk, hundred bands in the safe,
Life gamble every move, can’t afford one mistake.
Either ball or you fall, ain’t no middle ground,
So I stack till I’m gone, keep my name renowned.
Enemies lurk close, tryna plot my fall,
But the closest ones to you gon’ hurt you most of all.
Blood thicker than water? Not in this biz,
Seen brothers turn Judas just to dodge a bid.

Verse 6
From the gutter to the mansion, scars still burn,
Every dollar that I touched was a lesson I earned.
Snakes in designer, rats in the crew,
Once the cuffs come out, then the lies come too.
I walk with the shadows, trust none, just me,
Every bond in the game come with hidden fees.
Fast life glitter, but the dirt run deep,
One snitch, one slip, put your empire to sleep.



Code Of Silence

Lyrics:
The devil was in the swamp this morning
When I pressed my finger to the trigger
Thirteen suns erupted 
His sweating, bloody skin smelt like pennies
Every shadow in the swamp disappeared

He radiated, the place in darkness
The only glow came from below that hood
I made my brother a windfall apple
Black edges of red glaze, shone like they're wet

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

My ears jutted out, sharpened into horns
Skin casting black light that trailed red
From the crucifix, Christ scowled back at me
Mercantile eyes rolled back into his head
Oh how he'll scorch me for such insolence
Hands a steeple, I lay my head to my thumbs
The vessel of the colonial ghost
His veins pulsed with hallowed merchantism 

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

The skin of his back hung loose like a web
From its shoulder blades seeped red and purple
I followed   its veins, splitting and spreading
Six legged spots crawled in and our of the scars

Now come the days of hunger, days of thirst
Mirror image pylons frame the roadside
They bounded straight, endlessly, together
Mocked the heavens, married the city sky


WINDFELL

This track is a declaration of independence — aimed at fake friends, silent haters, and anyone who didn’t show up when you were down.
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