[PROD. MEEJ.]

Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the fit.
All black fit to match the whip.
All black whip to match the tint.

Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the blick.
Trackhawk fly down block quick-
This ain’t no bird nigga, this Kryll.
Rock her world I feel like Chris-
I keep a Smith to keep my Will.
We was posted on that block.
Hit up Harold’s before the deal.
I’m a real Chicago nigga but my vibe from ATL.
Giordanos in the Raq but Geraldina turnt her tail.

Let me tell the tale of how lil DJ came up on that guap.
How he came up from the bottom-
Still just as lonely at the top.
OG stretched the eight out to a Key-
C & M was serving Locks.
I was right there on the lookout.
At Six Flags we ducked the cops.
At Six Flags we pressed the opps.
Niggas bark a lot, they talk a lot-
Can’t ever walk the walk.
Typa nigga, keep it to himself but might blow up the spot.
Might blow up the parking lot-
Typa nigga, kill himself because himself he cannot trust.

I’m the typa nigga-
Buss a lil hoe down then take the Bus.
I pray to the lord but everyday I’m overcome by lust.
I can’t trust a thot.
I can’t trust a hoe-
Can’t cuff a slut.
Lightskin nigga- 
Mixed Breed.
Dogging hoes, I been a Mutt.
Got the lab shaking, I don’t need the gas-
Keep the must.
Keep the musk.
Urban nigga, Meyer.
Oscar Mike-
Like Nuss.
Give her meat like Oscar Meijer-
But she can’t meet familia.
She hate the way I keep the peace-
Still give a piece; I beat it up.

Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the fit.
All black fit to match the whip.
All black whip to match the tint.
Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the fit.
All black fit to match the whip.
All black whip to match the tint.
Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the fit.
All black fit to match the whip.
All black whip to match the tint.

Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the blick.
Trackhawk fly down block quick-
This ain’t no bird nigga, this Kryll.

KRYLLESTNIGGA. [PROD. MEEJ.]

[PROD. MEEJ.]

I’m 19.
I got the game on Lock-
And a hoe can’t hold me Down.
Last name King.
But I came up a peasant;
This for the Underground.
I lead the charge like Raam-
This for the Queen.
Making my momma proud.
Skinny nigga like Karn-
I bring the carnage-
I came to earn the crown.
Nigga.
Bad lil snowbunny, look like Tessa.
Danger;
Like her first name Gipsy.
She got me hard like a Jaegar.
I’m finna Striker, the coochie was Pink like Whitney.
She yell Eureka whenever I’m in it.
She called me a menace because of my Grimace.
I made her Shake it regardless-
I’m going retarded.
Orange on me like Kenny.

They can’t take me out.
Know that she hate me now.
Out on the block-
I saw my cousins was charging.
Battery Packing an ounce.
Back in the hood-
Right by Granny truck.
Coulda died where I started.
Kut a nigga like Reese-
Dog a hoe like a Pitt.
Piece with me like Kyle.
I was tortured as a child.
These niggas never understood the pain, take my shoes and come run a mile.
I believe it’s worthwhile.
The game putting on these lame niggas, I sit back and crack a smile.
Tried to say that I was vile-
But I ain’t even up the dial.

I’m 19.
I got the game on Lock-
And a hoe can’t hold me Down.
Last name King.
But I came up a peasant;
This for the Underground.
I lead the charge like Raam-
This for the Queen.
Making my momma proud.
Skinny nigga like Karn-
I bring the carnage-
I came to earn the crown.


I got clothes on top of clothes on top of clothes-
(Ya dig?)
I got hoes on top of hoes on top of hoes-
(Ya dig?)
I got flows on top of flows on top of flows-
(Ya dig?)

(Ya dig?)

I got clothes on top of clothes on top of clothes-
(Ya dig?)
I got hoes on top of hoes on top of hoes-
(Ya dig?)
I got flows on top of flows on top of flows-
(Ya dig?)
Me and my niggas never switched up on the code-
(Ya dig?)

Bad lil snowbunny, look like Tessa.
Danger;
Like her first name Gipsy.
She got me hard like a Jaegar.
I’m finna Striker, the coochie was Pink like Whitney.
She yell Eureka whenever I’m in it.
She called me a menace because of my Grimace.
I made her Shake it regardless-
I’m going retarded.
Orange on me like Kenny.

They can’t take me out.
Know that she hate me now.
Out on the block-
I saw my cousins was charging.
Battery Packing an ounce.
Back in the hood-
Right by Granny truck.
Coulda died where I started.
Kut a nigga like Reese-
Dog a hoe like a Pitt.
Piece with me like Kyle.
I was tortured as a child.
These niggas never understood the pain, take my shoes and come run a mile.
I believe it’s worthwhile.
The game putting on these lame niggas, I sit back and crack a smile.
Tried to say that I was vile-
But I ain’t even up the-

I’m 19.
I got the game on Lock-
And a hoe can’t hold me Down.
Last name King.
But I came up a peasant;
This for the Underground.
I lead the charge like Raam-
This for the Queen.
Making my momma proud.
Skinny nigga like Karn-
I bring the carnage-
I came to earn the crown.
I’m 19.
I got the game on Lock-
And a hoe can’t hold me Down.
Last name King.
But I came up a peasant;
This for the Underground.
I lead the charge like Raam-
This for the Queen.
Making my momma proud.
Skinny nigga like Karn-
I bring the carnage-
I came to earn the crown.
(Ya dig?)

(Ya dig?)

LOCKDOWN. | (YA DIG?) [PROD. MEEJ.]

[PROD. MEEJ. X JVCXB]

I fell in love with them commas.
She fell in love with a monsta.
She way too deep in the drama.
I’m way too deep in the trauma.
They all tell me they can’t understand.
They all tell me to stick to the plan.
But I think I might switch to another one-
All alone, loaded gun in my hand.
Pull the trigger; I’ll bleed out instead.
I want death; Only thought in my head.
She want sex; Only thought about head.
All my demons; They beg to be fed.
All my siblings they watch down above me.
Knowing that, I should probably feel lucky.
When they died, handed me their anointing. 
Who am I to throw it all away?
…Hear them whisper: “Would you care to join me?”
I feel nothing when they say they love me.
Can’t believe it, I feel like I’m nothing.
Slap my hand away, call me disgusting.
Slap my hand: “Don’t you ever dare touch me.”
But she took mine and wanted to trust me.

It’s the devil, he plays with my mind and my thoughts-
It’s a battle I’ll mentally lose.
I’ve been fighting my anguish, been fighting my joy-
I need something else to lose.
And despite all the shame I keep hidden away, I could finally tell her the truth.
And the words that she told me had lifted a weight, I finally got something to prove.
I traded my weapons for knowledge.
I traded my love for a lie.
I traded my ego for guidance and balance.
I had to let go of my pride.
Every song that I write is a story-
Of the words that I keep in my mind.
Compiled with the hurt in my heart that I can’t recollect how to heal from inside.
Does she want me, dead or alive?
For too long, only I could decide.
When I die anyway, play this song at my funeral.
It’ll let you know I tried.
No matter how many betrayed-
I always forgave what they dealt.
As well as the ones I betrayed-
But the one I could never forgive was myself.


Die Groundwalker-
Die Groundwalker-
Die.
The Hatred;
It lives within me still.
I had no choice, I was casted aside.
I was-
6 years old in the 1st grade.
Top of the slide, it was hot outside.
I was pushed from the slide and landed in the mulch, it was piercing my skin.
I felt like Anakin.
Alma J Brown as my Alma Mater-
It don’t even exist no more.
No surprise.
They all knew what they did to me way back when-
No one batted an eye.
I was stomped on, I was spit on-
Barely alive.
It hurt so much, but for some reason I couldn’t close my eyes.
I was on the ground, I looked over; 
Teacher stared at me. 
Then she walked inside.
They all walked inside.
As I laid there all alone, I said I’d take a life.
And if it wasn’t there’s-
Then it’d be mine.

So I’m sorry I ran out of love.
And I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you.
I hope you keep your trust-
For someone who knows how to value-
You, more than just lust.
For someone who knows how to value-
You, more than just lust.


I find it funny, I turned to the streets.
The streets turned against me too.
And now that I look at it, I cant blame them.
I woulda hurt me too.
I wanna kill me too.
I wanna kill them too.


When I was younger…
I was told to remember many things.
Always remember to fear.
Always remember I can never change.
Always remember I’m filth.
Always remember-
…Always remember that I am nothing.

Shoot off the hip fire-
Spitfire-
Maguire-
Swinging the MJ like Toby.
I’m active.
She wanna get higher-
Good liar.
I wanna inspire.
A-M-I-R-I on fabric.
Slept on the floor with the heater and mattress.
Front of the house while I’m beating her Back in.
Front Of the House in the Mix, out the backend.
I was a child, I succumbed to the madness.

I’m not sorry I ran out of love.
Im not sorry that I plan to kill myself-
I hate myself too much.
I’m sorry for ever believing in me-
The world around me will burn.
That’s a promise from me-
The Only Son.

———The litter’s very own runt.

THE RUNT OF THE LITTER. | (JANUARY 11TH - EMERGENCE DAY.) [PROD. MEEJ. X JVCXB]

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[PROD. MEEJ.]

Back on my own again.
You know what time it is.
The sounds of the sirens-
Replaced with the violence of silence.
Said she hate me-
It’s building my confidence.
It diminishes compliments.
I can never accept my accomplishments.
I’m with felons;
My only accomplices.
Even though it’s Amiri I’m sagging in.
Type of hoe that I want is the classiest.
Type of hoe that I want is the nastiest.
I’ve already had both of those.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed-
But they’re always savages.
Hello Kitty-
White horses and carriages.
Stupid hoes always speaking of marriages-
When they don’t even have control of emotions-
While proving the need for a therapist.
I say this within all my arrogance;
The same thing could be said about me.
At least I got something I manage with.
I could be making niggas lag with the switches-
But I’m keeping my bandwidth.
You niggas don’t know who you playing with.
We orbit the block like a planet.
Cuz-

Nigga I spin again-
I call it Red Ring Of Death.
I can empty a clip till it’s nothing left.
Even if it’s to my own chest.
And I’ll utter a prayer with my last breath.

They all made me pay.
My last breath, I’ll pray;

“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.
“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.

Running riot.
Cuban links to help me change the climate.
I got pious clients.
No, you can’t get in.
This party private.
I got hoes on hoes on go-
Already know they showing private.
Ride my wave-
I’m finna rock her boat.
I’m Captain-
She my Private.
I’m on top of the world-
I’m on top of the game.
You gon know my life and death.
You gon know my name.
And I got niggas that’s ready to kill but I ain’t dropping names.
Remember they called me lame-
Cuz I was just playing the game.
They still calling me lame.
Cuz they can’t feel my pain.
I been in my lane.
Despite every ounce of the shame I feel, I won’t sell out for the fame.
Shorty will for the cock-
Chicken.
Chicken head hoes;
Raising Canes.
If you want a feature nigga better pay.
All my niggas felons, still we beat the case.
Niggas know Pradda came with one K.
All he had for himself to pave a way.
I remember my momma slaved away.
I remember she prayed for the better days.
I remember my pops had a proposition-
Made a move;
His mind in the worst state.
Welcome to my hell-
Enjoy the stay.

“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.
“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.
“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.
“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.

Red Ring Of Death. | (Running Riot.)

The date is October 6, 2025.
I’m still trapped inside my mind-
I say that same thing everytime.
I say THAT same thing everytime.
I say these same things, every song.
Every rhyme, Every line.
I wish that I was lying, but-

Last night, I couldn’t sleep.
I could only lay and think.
About the future I have slight control of-
…Among other things.
I’m lonely but I’m not.
At once; I hate it, but it’s comforting.
I’m only 19, I have no use for someone’s daughter haunting me. 
I made her cum for me-
Exactly when I told her to.
When I say “her”-
…Just know I mean a multitude.
My death to them will be the apology long overdue.
Some of them didn’t ask for one.
Some of them did and didn’t get it.
I hate myself so much.
I swear to God, I wish I never did it.
I swear, I wish they would’ve listened.
Enamored by my chain glisten. 
Never victim, always villain.
Catharsis; now my main mission.
My God wrote my life in blood-
I just illustrate the image.
I just make the soundtrack to my death-
You niggas bear witness.
Last time someone went to check on me-
Ain’t thank the visit.
And it’s not cuz I hate them-
I hate myself and think I don’t deserve it. 
To some I’m just a nerd.
And that’s the truth-
But on the block, I served it.
I only gave you part of me-
Let me show the whole version.
See my life behind the curtains.
Still here?
Then yes, you’ve earned it. 
Let me kill myself in front of you to make a better person.
Not yet worthy, know that’s certain.
I fight my shame, I think I’m learning.

When will this girl understand?
I can’t be saved by her.
I can only be saved by Jesus.
And well…
He’s not coming back.
…Not for me, at least. 
I walk along my own path.
I still love him, truth be told-
I want my soul back.
…I want my sister back.
The times I miss, we never had.
I want it so bad.
I’m never first, I’m always last.
At school they tell me it’s the other way around-
And I’m glad.
But they don’t know that’s not the truth yet-
They’ll find it out fast.

I know the devil’s real, I put my trust inside the slut.
I know the devil’s real, I bust a nut on top the slut.
And I hate the way she loves me-
I’ll still miss it when she’s gone.
I’ll still cry myself to sleep-
Wake up and make another song.
I’ll still write these lyrics down knowing that few can sing along.
Over a beat that I just made and they’ll still say I “did it wrong”.
Oh really?
Guess I never knew.
My BB Belt will be my noose.
And to this world; I flip the bird-
I give no duck, I’m born a goose.
I do this for myself and Jesus-
This song is sonic proof.
I know Hell is real, I just remembered Heaven is too.
But I’m lost.
Yet, I’m found.
So’s my hope.
I sit inside Room 220 and try to cope-
With a lump inside my throat.
These days go by the opposite of slow.
I have nowhere else to go-
Except forward.
I got clothes on my back, roof over my head-
Need nothing more.
I print my life through a board, then send a prayer to my lord.

Young Hopeless Bastard. | (Days Gone By.) [PROD. MEEJ.]

Monday-
October 20th, 2025.
I just woke up-
I stand at the bus stop.
Then look at the sun rise.
As I do so-
Two things that I realize.
I’m still Young.
I’m still a Bastard.
I should be happy I’m still alive.
…But I’m not.

8 on the dot.
I hop on the 9.
I think bout a thot that I knew wasn’t mine.
“It’s been 2 months, gotta put it behind.”
But I still see her when closing my eyes.
I be telling the truth but she swear it’s a lie.
When I say “she” know its way more than five.
All blue Bills on me Mordecai.
I’m the kinda nigga leave a hoe mortified. 
They say I’m Hella gifted.
Nigga, I’m pessimistic.
I admit it.
This hoe never listen.
Psuedo-Masochistic.
Go ballistic.
She said that she need me-
But this hoe independent.
I can pin it.
Flooded Cuban links-
Nigga my neck deep in it-
Next; A Pendant. 
I was just pocket pinching.
I went from rags to riches-
Scamming systems.
I needed no assistance-
I just needed faith but they gave me tension.
Screams came from the kitchen-
My lord gave me death then he gave me wisdom.
In my mind’s a war.
One that I never started-
But I will finish.


Life’s a game of size which I’m not born for.
I wonder if she’d ever want me back first?
Im at my best with my niggas-
Cuz they bring out my worst.
And Jesus won’t show Mercy-
That’s what I don’t deserve.
He just gives me tools to balance out my own curse. 

Skinny nigga-
Fat racks.
Turn niggas to hashtags.
1k still sipping on 40 ounce-
Gotta Drake from Baghdad.
Take ya thot-
We bag that.
All these hoes just like the streets-
Headshots and Red Flags.
White toes and toe tags.
Life goals-
With no dad.
This hoe way too choosy.
I feel like Uzi-
I want my flow back.
Come on lil shorty-
Let’s go make a movie inside a Jacuzzi-
That’s Throwback.
Quarterback when she Throw it back.
Played Receiver but she Receive Wide-
We already know that.

I was just pocket pinching.
I went from rags to riches-
Scamming systems.
I needed no assistance-
I just needed faith but they gave me tension.
Screams came from the kitchen-
My lord gave me death then he gave me wisdom.
In my mind’s a war.
One that I never started-
But I will finish.

Tuesday-
October 21st, 2025.
I just woke up-
I stand at the bus stop.
Then look at the sun rise.
As I do so-
Two things that I realize.
I’m still Young.
I’m still a Bastard.
I should be happy I’m still alive.
…But I’m not.


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As much as I wanna believe her-
I can’t.
Jesus told me coming back was never in his plans.
I-
Wash away my sins anyway.
I got blood on my hands.
I got her in my hands.
Hell is on Earth already.
The Rapture when it happens is a cleansing.
It’s all far from Armageddon.
And this curse is really blessing.
And my mind is my own weapon.
Take my life;
I’ll die a legend.
I want love but I’m not begging.
Up above;
I call and beckon.
I make scripture from my lessons.

I make scripture from my lessons.

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