[MILFORDDAGREAT]
get the pump unload da chamber, Milford has been acting up 
light green is what I’m smoking on as i channel da demons into my room 
pentagram on da floor surrounded by candles, demons will soon enter da room 
poor a glass for da devil as i sell my soul 

evil intentions riding with da cult, headless men chanting “The Great “ 
step out of my body and into my soul, all I hear is demons in my ear all da time 
saying “no one cares, so why waste your time?” 

suicide mention it all of da time, it’s on my mind 
riding with da shotty, RO$ETTA grippin on da nine 
killing beats no one is doing it like him and i 
it’s because we got All Wanted $ouls and demons on our side
 
devil comes in different ways, da shit that fucking pays 
i’m repping All Wanted $ouls to da fucking grave, i was screaming tripple six till da devil showed his face 
i’m living real good but soon i will decay fuck 

[RO$ETTA]
see i’m peeping around da corner, and i’m checking in rooms
i’m seeing illusions, hearing screams, it’s in my head i assume 
blood dripping down walls, and body parts are scattered all over too
a shadowy demonic figure appears to take me to my impending doom 

devil gets a hold of me silently, yeah he talks to me quietly
“load da gauge and go hunting, want you to go on a killing spree”
sacrificing da holy ones, drain they’re blood, put it in my cup
bitch i’m harvesting organs, organize limbs to a pentagram

im that devil mane, going insane, i take you to my temple mane
what’s your name?, nevermind it don’t matter, i’m gonna kill you anyway
butchering, cutting and stabbing, so you can stop resisting mane
slaughtering, then go back to my temple and smoke up on my mary jane

six hundred sixty six, demons they tell me to kill everyone in sight
i know that i must obey, or else da devil will come to take my fucking life
once i am finally done with da killing, lean back in my chair, its time
to take off my mask, show my face, and stare god in da face with this plastic nine

DEVIL SHYT (PROD. RO$ETTA)

[RO$ETTA]
this beat is getting me sleepy, so let me take a hit 
and let my mind drift off, deep up in the abyss
no more pain, for now i’m chilling but can’t maintain 
i bottle up my emotions to hide away the pain

i smoke a joint just to relax and help me calm down
but i’m still paranoid as shit and still anxious as
hell 
nothing is working no more, i’d rather kill myself
i put the gun to my head and that’s when the tears came out

but then i reconsider
take my hand off the trigger
what am i doing?
“yo zetta, you good?” “i’m never better” 
i’m on a broken road, yeah i gotta pay the toll
i’m just a lonely soul, waiting for my time to go 

i hit up MUDAH, i tell him to bring the buddha
i got so many problems to jot
i need a tutor, but yo
ain’t on no fake shit but i think i’m mentally depressed 
that’s why i need all these drugs but i’m strictly smoking sess 

[MUDAH]
my pain lives deep in my mind 
he’s bottled up all the time
writing rhymes like a slave 
for the mothafucking MUDAH mane
i get lost in the smoke
so roll one up 'fore i go
i cannot stay with you hoe i got ILL MINDED on the phone 
they said "mane, you down to roll?"
i said "you already know"
and so I head out the door and push that pedal to the floor

i do this shit for the team
count that money, get that cream
like a fiend for this shit 
this that shit you couldn't dream
i reached the top of the tower
same bitches call every hour
asking for kisses and flowers
but my heart been feeling sour 

i got my mind on the game
but never praying for fame
the more people know my name
the more pussies wanna hate
so stay the fuck out my lane, you pussy motherfuckers lame 
and I'm mentally deranged 
you better lock me away

you don't wan fuck with the MUDAH if I'm not high off the buddha 
this don't have to be a murder but I'm that ill minded shooter

[MILFORDDAGREAT]
and i’m supposed to be dead cuz i’m a WANTED $OUL
and just because you give good brain doesn’t make you ILL MINDED, hoe
been fucking with the fascination of suicide 
i don’t need a fucking ride or die, i’d rather have that nine by my side

and breathe in hella smoke, pull my cards then i toss my bones
bring me fame and fortune, rapping with the ILL MINDED SOLDIERS
greater than the heaven sent, that’s what the devil told us

now while i spit this simple flow for you simple minded hoes 
ima go and crush the herb up, put it in a bowl
then all my problems come caving down 
no one can save me now 
i knew it from the start how it’s supposed to play out

the only one home, lost up in the metronome 
all depressed, not fucking with the fam anymore
rolling up to kill the short term memory but now i sit back wondering where my life has gone

@rosettashawty666
@milforddagreat
@_joseph._.chavez_

ONLY FOR ILL MINDS

ONLY FOR ILL MINDS (PROD. RO$ETTA)

[ENVIOU$]
rollin up so many blunts
bitch I don’t know what to do
ridin with ZETTA and MUDAH
you know that we movin 
i got me my new crew 
bitch I keep my blade tucked
keep a strap we bout to shoot
yeah you know that’s how it is
and you know that’s what it do
i’ve been chokin, overdosing
hoping that I’m okay
thinkin the weed will ease the pain
but it never feels the same
mane I need a new escape 
but I guess I’ll spark a j
man I’m always feelin drained
this is just another day

[RO$ETTA]
take the buddha, roll it up
mothafucka light the blunt
and let it pass around
til our lungs get stuffed
cuz i need to get little bit faded
before i get paid 
it just lightens my spirits up so
when you see me around, about
all in your area, know that i’m never not high
just look in my eyes, are they low?
are they red? am i never not one with the sky?
you know, i’m stoned 
a couple of hoes and i’m making them blow O’s
you know, we smoke
so pull out the ink let me light up that indo
dro got me slurring
vision blurry cuz i’m off that ink
lay back in my bed 
it hit my head that w-e-e-d

[MUDAH]
smokin a blunt to relax 
and take the stress up of my mind 
MUDAH been going and going 
through all the emotions 
it’s time to take that flight 
roll up the blunt
light that shit up
and turn them motherfucking speakers up
ILL MINDED ready to blow
explode from all the fucking indo smoke 
so just for the night 
i leave that shit behind
and roll with ILL MINDED and vibe 
you know we slowly creeping with the 9 
ride through 505
you know we blowing smoke 
and getting high 
that’s ILL MINDED style 
roll up the joint
and set that bitch on fire
sending us straight to the sky

HIGH IN THA 505

HIGH IN THA 505 (PROD. RO$ETTA)

🏴‍☠️ILL MINDED MAFIA🏴‍☠️

RO$ETTA
ENVIOU$
REMEDYDAENEMY

ILL MINDED

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