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Favourite song i've dropped, hope u all like it too <3 
Performed by: B Murph
Written by: B Murph
Mix/Mastered by: B Murph

LYRICS:

Yeah, you said that your not feeling your best
And you said that you're better off dead
And I can't think on what I could've said
To make you stay here instead when you left
And this bottle got my head full of regrets
As I lay here sinking deep in my death bed
I got problems, baby I am Just like the rest
And I hate it when you say "Murph there's no need to stress"
Huh? like, you're the one I'm stressing about
And I can't get these words outta my mouth
And I know that you meant all those things that you said
I got problems tryna keep my emotions within myself, when I hate the way I feel
I know the love we have ain't real
Keep it in, don't make a big deal
They want me to drive but I ain't taking the wheel
Oh, I hate the way I feel
I know the love we have ain't real
Keep it in, don't make a big deal
They want me to drive but I ain't taking the wheel

Oh, I hate the way I feel
Mmmmm
Keep it pushing don't look behind, yeah the past will make you blind
You can tell when I lie you can see it in my eyes

(Huh? like, you're the one I'm stressing about)
(And I can't get these words outta my mouth)
(And I know that you meant all those things that you said)
I got problems tryna keep my emotions within myself, when I hate the way I feel
I know the love we have ain't real
Keep it in, don't make a big deal
They want me to drive but I ain't taking the wheel
Oh, I hate the way I feel
I know the love we have ain't real
Keep it in, don't make a big deal
They want me to drive but I ain't taking the wheel

(No I ain't taking the wheel)
(No I ain't taking the wheel)
(You know I hate how I feel)


If u made it to the bottom have a good day and thank u. 333 +

death bed

Perfect mix between aesthetic rap and scream rap😈

Bad Boys Feat. MVRTYR X NIKKO (Prod. Rexpy x $ecret)

she told me im the worst yea she told me that im bad

loat! x rev - bad (prod. sogimura + rev)

molly (prod. waxie)

The first ever Aesthetic House song preformed by jumal sosa and yours truly

Excuse Me Feat. Jumal Sosa (soundcloud only)

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Deja Vu w/ Yokai Dreams

[slevpy]
It’s the day of the dead when I’m rolling down your block
Got a inferred beam on the 4.5 glock

Boy you a puppet, ever you ever do is talk
But I don’t give a fuck cuzz I’m steady getting guap

my homies in the back prolly kill you for the clout
And when I’m tryna speak you but shut your damn mouth
wanna see the devil then go and let a word out
I’m grim reaper boy you can fuckin find out 

I ain’t never need a bitch, why y’all hitting up my phone
When out making bread y’all better leave me alone
only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong
Im always off the gas, holey shit im always stoned

U talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do
I’ll be Hitting head shots like duck duck goose
I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop
And fuck yea dead homies, you’ll dead wit em too

[swish]
fuck yo dead homies 
i been staying a glock
9 mm take skin off yo top
bad lil hoe
heard she was a thot
had her give me head cause the bitch not hot
when i slide through the block
got em chanting my name
all for the money
gon run up the fame
too much paper
driving (drive-in) me insane
so when i look at you im ready to spray
big ak
got camos up on it
like no call of duty
but she call, she want it
king of the dead
so who being honest
i fuck with yo bitch
n then break her like promise
we ran a train
i call the boy thomas
and we balling out
had me playing like giannis
too much bands
can't tell what im wanting
im king of the dead
bitch who is you taunting

[slevpy]
It’s the day of the dead when I’m rolling down your block
Got a inferred beam on the 4.5 glock

Boy you a puppet, ever you ever do is talk
But I don’t give a fuck cuzz I’m steady getting guap

my homies in the back prolly kill you for the clout
And when I’m tryna speak you but shut your damn mouth
wanna see the devil then go and let a word out
I’m grim reaper boy you can fuckin find out 

I ain’t never need a bitch, why y’all hitting up my phone
When out making bread y’all better leave me alone
only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong
Im always off the gas, holey shit im always stoned

U talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do
I’ll be Hitting head shots like duck duck goose
I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop
And fuck yea dead homies, you’ll dead wit em too

DAY OF THE DEAD - Feat. 666swish (prod.$upreme) *ON ALL PLATFORMS*

[NIGHTLOCK]
Like, shorty kinda bad, I’ll have to hit her up in private
I’ma have to hit it, then I’ll take her to the islands
Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin’
Shorty lookin’ better with the dough
Wait
Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin’
Bitches on my phone, I’ma hit it then I’m leavin’
This ain’t for forever, but I’ll give you ‘till the weekend
Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin’

She in love with perc talk (huh)
She took her shirt off
Hop up in the Benz, green light, we skrrt off
Said he wanna fight, we pull up on him, leave him worse off
Shorty in the crib, and she tryna take her skirt off
Swear that she the only one that I’m missing
I can’t have no more that just the neck from all these bitches
Cant fuck with the fakes, only fuckin’ with the real shit
Shorty did me wrong, I’m like fuck all of these bitches

Got big bands, bitch I carry like cinco
Know my niggas shootin’, I ain’t talkin’ no free throw
Shorty on me for the bands, she a freak hoe
Five figure fit, I ain’t talkin’ no zip code
Put you on to brodie if you lookin’ for a zip
Know he doin’ jiggas and he packin’ hella bricks
Say the right thing, he’ll hook you up with the fifth
Say the wrong thing, he gon’ hit you with a switch

Like, shorty kinda bad, I’ll have to hit her up in private
I’ma have to hit it, then I’ll take her to the islands
Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin’
Shorty lookin’ better with the dough
Wait
Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin’
Bitches on my phone, I’ma hit it then I’m leavin’
This ain’t for forever, but I’ll give you ‘till the weekend
Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin’ (Aye, aye, uh)

[LOAT]
I told her “baby I’m a killer”
She know I’m a sinner
I could take a pussy boy and hit him with a spinna
30 gram, 40 gram, 50 gram dealer
I was in the trap, 14 with a heater
Put it on heartlock
Everything I own (aye)
I still get percentages for selling off my soul (uh)
I ain’t got no soul, I put a bullet through his dome (uh)
I don’t need to catch him, I’ma pull up to his home, like (aye)

They be like “Loat ain’t even droppin’ like that”
I find your cousin, and I take him off the map
On the brother that betrayed me
How the fuck you love sum if it don’t bring you payment?
666 on the mo’fuckin’ drop top
Talk down, get mopped
Hello Kitty on the glock
I heard you was a villain now (gang, gang)
I pull up, shoot his ceiling out (yuh, aye)

[NIGHTLOCK]
Like, shorty kinda bad, I’ll have to hit her up in private
I’ma have to hit it, then I’ll take her to the islands
Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin’
Shorty lookin’ better with the dough
Wait
Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin’
Bitches on my phone, I’ma hit it then I’m leavin’
This ain’t for forever, but I’ll give you ‘till the weekend
Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin’

WYLIN' (ft. LOAT!)

**narcissistic w/ ciscaux + 22december prod. supreme + okayjml**

prod. bumboi
lyrics:
Aye hold up wait a minute aye lil baby what it is
Feel like dennis the menace I wanna burn ya whole crib
It's a bummy lil business I want a audemar bitch
And I ain't gon stop till I get more rich aye

Give no fuck when I'm off this dab say
Talk too much I'll put in a bag aye
Go round the corner I sneak inside yo pad
Put 10 bullets in the mag then blast

Pull up lil baby I'm in the back of the benz aye
Bring all ur homies i got some dead presidents aye
Up in the smoke Im moving pack after pack aye
I don't do coke that shit nasty in my throat (pause)

Ayo what the fuck?

I can't fuck with her if she broke nah
I can't fuck with them it's smoke I
Dont like nobody
Don't got no bodies
But I might catch one if u poke mines


I tell him I tell him I tell him eeee
U don't wanna be muhfucking enemy
Don't walk with a stick
Don't talk with a stick
And the Opps so mad they can't have my steez


I'm just minding my business I'm smoking on a lil indo
Not outta pocket unless u fuck w my kinfolk
Checking my progress I got a couple more clicks hoe
Make this look easy like how tf u get broke

Aye hold up wait a minute aye lil baby what it is
Feel like dennis the menace I wanna burn ya whole crib
It's a bummy lil business I want a audemar bitch
And I ain't gon stop till I get more rich aye

Give no fuck when I'm off this dab say
Talk too much I'll put in a bag aye
Go round the corner I sneak inside yo pad
Put 10 bullets in the mag then blast

I tell him I tell him I tell him eeee
U don't wanna be muhfucking enemy
Don't walk with a stick
Don't talk with a stick
And the Opps so mad they can't have my steez

I tell him I tell him I tell him eeee
U don't wanna be muhfucking enemy
Don't walk with a stick
Don't talk with a stick
And the Opps so mad they can't have my steez

DILE (tell em)

PROD.USER
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~lyrics~
pretty hoes tryna wish me well
get caught make em post my bail
roll down hear da bass
on the side is a drake
for the canes that raising hell
i dont know bout shit
if its not bout me
so watch every word you spell
aint a witch but ill pop out with my broom
taste my brand new shells

sorry girl
turned yo boo to a ghost
make him roll in the grave
when i come through late
tryna get some sunday throat
make his boys behave
fo they meet who made
every man thatd step to the 6
put the boys in a pool
bet it match my tek
that i left up on my wrist
when i went n fuck they bitch

wife beat on the fit
when i came through fast
man i bet they never see me
my watch on red
my bitch got peach
and my money luigi
this aint no game
i got that tendo
tendering these demons
they hit my gram
like sam i am
thing 1 thing 2 i beat it

not doctor seuss
im doctor doom
i send my ammunition quickly
my new chain get hella cold
it got the flu
im feeling sickly
send the shots like a vaccine
i keep the beam when feeling deadly
heaven been waiting for my reaping
they got reservations ready

pretty hoes tryna wish me well
get caught make em post my bail
roll down hear da bass
on the side is a drake
for the canes that raising hell
i dont know bout shit
if its not bout me
so watch every word you spell
aint a witch but ill pop out with my broom
taste my brand new shells

sorry girl
turned yo boo to a ghost
make him roll in the grave
when i come through late
tryna get some sunday throat
make his boys behave
fo they meet who made
every man thatd step to the 6
put the boys in a pool
bet it match my tek
that i left up on my wrist
when i went n fuck they bitch

WISH ME WELL (PROD.USER)

CITY BOYZ

DEAD - MATRIX II

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Street Rap Hip Hop US Anthems 2025 – Hustle & Grind Mix #101

Lyrics:

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well I'm

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well

I'm a deadbeat, kill the old me
Slit my throat yeah, I've become the enemy 
So tired of the bullshit
Tell me there's a reason to go on
Living like it's clockwork
Living like a coward
Tired everyday memories turn sour

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well I'm

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well 

Reckless Behavior 
Sentimental coward 
You know you loved her

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well 

Contorted, misguided
I had it, I lost it
Gettin sick and tired of keeping to myself
Eventually it'll lead me to a bottom of a well 

I'm a deadbeat, kill the old me
Slit my throat yeah, I've become the enemy 
So tired of the bullshit
Tell me there's a reason to go on
Living like it's clockwork
Living like a coward
Tired everyday memories turn sour

i had it... i lost it...

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email - nightlockmgmt@gmail.com

🌙🔒

WYLIN' (ft. LOAT!)

nightlock (@imnightlock)

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