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EVERY COLLAB I HAVE WITH KrXno

LYRICS:

I GRAB MY OPS AND PUT THEM IN A BAG (BAG)
7 THOUSAND DOLLARS IN MY RACKS (RACKS)
SHE DIDNT SEE THE CHAIN ON MY NECK (MONEY)
20 THOUSAND DOLLARS ON MY NECK (ON MY NECK)
IM SM SORRY TO TELL YA (IM SORRY TO TELL YA))
IM SORRY TO TELL YA (IM SO SORRY)
YOUVE BEEN REPLACED X2
IM SO SORRY TO TELL U LIL BRO BUT U HAVE BEEN REPLACED
WE GOT ANOTHER EMPLOYEE HERE TO TAKE UR PLACE 
IM SORRY LIL ONE U LOST THE RACE
NOW GET YO SORRY AHH HOME ON DA GNG
YOU'VE BEEN REPLACED GNG NAH.
REPLACED.
REPLACED.

REPLACED (FT. KrXno)

SLIDE! (FT. Epho)

LYRICS:

Foldin' opps in devious ways (devious)
Set the trap, then I smile like I'm crazed (crazy)
Ain’t no rush, I be playin' for days (days)
Move like a shadow, then light up the blaze (brrt)
Talkin' that tough? Better watch what you say (say)
One little slip, then you part of the play (click)
Foldin' opps in devious ways (ha)
Cool on the surface, but deadly in ways
Dinner table moves, but I never toast (nope)
Enemies close, that’s when I do the most (most)
No cap, I be smilin’ like a host (smile)
Then flip the vibe and turn kings into ghosts (boom)
Caught in the net, he ain’t see the design (nah)
I bend the truth while he’s speakin' on mine (brrr)
Slick with the lines, every word a landmine
Say one thing wrong, now he bleedin’ through time
Wrap ‘em in silk, make it look like a show (clean)
Silencer on when the motive is low (shhh)
You talk revenge, I be talkin’ control
They play checkers — I already stole gold
I don’t react, I just write out a list (list)
Every name marked with a plan and a twist (facts)
You send a threat, I reply with a gift
Boomerang moves — now he chokin' on risk
Foldin' opps in devious ways (devious)
Set the trap, then I smile like I'm crazed (crazy)
Ain’t no rush, I be playin' for days (days)
Move like a shadow, then light up the blaze (brrt)
Talkin' that tough? Better watch what you say (say)
One little slip, then you part of the play (click)
Foldin' opps in devious ways (folded)
Cool on the surface, but deadly in ways
Slide with a grin like the Joker in war (why so?)
Masked up, suited, kick in the door (boom)
Chess game plays, I don’t swing like a thug
I send lil’ bro and he do it with love (love)
Fake lil’ link, then I loop in a snake (trap)
Got the whole map and they movin’ in place (check)
Let 'em feel safe, then I flip the estate (flip)
They ain’t know peace 'til I emptied the plate
Whispers and codes, I don’t speak on the hit (never)
Dinner with foes, then I clean up the dish (gone)
Everything planned, even down to the ditch
Whole operation look legal and rich (clean)
If I slide, it’s a wrap — no reload (nope)
Glove tight, dark fit, deep mode (stealth)
Heart cold, got a plot in each zone
Take out a team without touchin' a phone
Fold ‘em like laundry, crisp and neat (folded)
Told him chill, now he under a sheet (gone)
Play with my name, you’ll get more than a tweet
You gon’ meet fate while you checkin' the street

Smilin' in court, I don’t leave any proof (nah)
I just recline while they spin up the truth (spin it)
Not a shooter, I invest in the roof
Then drop the weight like I’m cuttin’ it loose

Built for the cold, I was born in the plot
Got ten ways just to air out a spot
One with the silence, I move like a wraith
Never see me ‘til it’s already late

TSUKARETA! (FT. CHRISBANDS, Monaco, Lonnie)

LYRICS: 

Pulled up quiet in the all-black Lac'
Scope on the tool, got the beam in tact
Seen an opp lackin', he ain’t come back
Caught him by the deli, laid him on the rack
Slide through quick, no time to yak
Mask on face, no strings, no slack
Dropped two opps, then we doubled back
Now they whole hood tryna get some plaque
Ten toes down, I don’t never crack
Bros in the trap, they flippin’ the pack
If it’s up, then it’s stuck, no cap, just facts
Talk on the net, get turned to a snack

In the field, I ain't never been whack
Step on the scene like a heart attack
Drum go dumb, make the whip go smack
Chopper got kicks like
Pulled up deep in a tinted Lac'
Stashed that pole in a duffle sack
One wrong move, get your melon cracked
He ain't come right, so he ain't come back
Spin through once, then we spin right back
Gloves on tight, leave no damn track
Heard they outside? Man, we love that
Pop out fast like a sneak attack
Runnin' through the night in all matte black
Bro got aim like a COD pack
He froze up, couldn’t even react
Now his name in a song, that's a new diss track
Catchin' opps, we back to back
We don’t fold, we built to stack
Pressure up, no time to slack
Play with gang, get turned to a snack
Catchin' opps, we back to back
Whole team ride like a wolf pack
If he outside, then it’s click-clack
He ain’t get far, now he laid flat
Heard his big bro tryna get payback
Tell him come spin, we good with that
Whole block hot, got the feds on crack
Still make plays, get the sack unpacked
Grew up cold where the sky stay black
Had no love, just pain and knack
Now I walk through like a maniac
Opps turn ghost when they hear that rat-tat
Ain’t no peace, no white flag
He switched sides, now he in that bag

BACK 2 BACK! (FT. Secret!)

LYRICS:

Watch your mouth ‘fore I really react
Say the wrong thing, get your ego smacked
This ain’t rap, I don’t do it for claps
One wrong move, get popped like caps
Talk real loud but your story all cap
Act real tough but your aura say "nap"
My dogs don’t bark, they snap and trap
Catch one fade, get left in your lap
Better pipe down, I don’t do no threats
You runnin’ your jaw, but ain’t broke no sweat
This ain’t Twitter, we don't post regrets
We show up quick — no time to reset
Watch your mouth, that tone ain’t it
Say one word, and the whole room flip
Tryna act bold? That’s a bad-fit script
Might catch five like a post-game clip
Better fall back, don’t get involved
This type of smoke don’t ever dissolve
We pull up calm, then problems get solved
Ain’t no peace when respect gets robbed
Why you speak if your heart ain't in it?
Real ones move with the weight each minute
Mouth run wild, but your soul ain't in it
That lip gon' write a check, we’ll spin it
See, silence gold, and talk is cheap
But some of y’all chirp like y’all can’t sleep
Got no wins, just L’s you reap
One quick jab, and you fold up deep
Say less, move smart, stay sharp
‘Cause I don’t throw hands just to leave a mark
I aim for pride, I break the spark
Push me once — I light the dark
Watch yo mouth cuz this tone ain't it

(CHORUS)
Better watch your tone, better watch yo tone, better watch your tone, before I break your jawbone. (X2)

WATCH YA MOUTH! (FT. Nat James & Secret!)

LYRICS:

(CHORUS)
Yeah, crashin’ out…  
I’m crashin' out, demons my opps, uh  
Mask on, flames in my soul, yeah
(VERSE 1)

  
Crashin' out, can't stop, I’m burnin' bright  
Demons in my mind, yeah, they tryna fight  
Swingin' on 'em like I’m fightin’ for my life  
I crash out hard, no rest, no light  
Crashin' out, I can’t feel, but I feel the pain  
Demons in my chest, they all speak my name  
Treat 'em like opps, in the fire we’re the same  
I crash out, let 'em know, I ain’t playin' no games
Late nights, I’m talkin' to the shadows, no peace  
Tried to pray, but the silence won’t cease  
Used to be love, now it’s war, no relief  
Every word, a bullet — I’m fightin’ my grief  
Creepin’ through my mind like a storm with no sound  
Can’t turn it off, gotta shut it all down  
They say I’m lost, but I’m fightin’ the crown  
A king in the chaos, won’t let myself drown

(CHORUS)

Yeah, crashin’ out…  
I’m crashin' out, demons my opps, uh  
Mask on, flames in my soul, yeah
Yeah, crashin’ out…  
I’m crashin' out, demons my opps, uh  
Mask on, flames in my soul, yeah

(HESI PART)

i cant take my chances in the world im not into Hollows Epho make demon run like scorp i’ll push you back 10 times over and i aint never really scared i know that god is my soldier if i was to up and leave right now im up in heaven with my brother we gon be rejoicin with the crowd singing holy wit one another i think you should give your life to god, believe in christ it aint no other soakin up the word like im a sponge, pineapple under sea
Epho tryna spread the word dont got no time for unbelievers
Keep my Bible Close Mordern Weapon, Boy i love my NLT Mortal Kombat Demon Pull Up, Knock him off his feet, Get Temptation out my life, put me on your soccer team
I like Lotify my work, with tracers rounds up in my magazine
Aresnal of Scripture, keep it long just like a Limousine
Stay up in the word, it do me right, feel like Creatine
Remember what i said in that other song, i got Lil Fo Offended
He Told me be kind to the people so i aint bein mean
His Armor like cologne, i got it on, boy i got it on
he saved me for the real, not the fake, Jesus aint a phony
Frontline, steppin bout the lord Epho win a -
Takin Demons out, im talkin bout Left, and Right, Get these demons off me
and this beat majestic, super smooth, Remind me of lawford
eatin on the word early morning, im not drinking coffee
backed in in my sin, i prayed to God he got it changed for holy
whats up? down up boy i know my games is holy
I Said my Abba Comin back defend the night, i know my jesus coming
praisin jesus christ, im down the street, and my speakers stompin
Lil Epho im on a Jerk Beat, I might get to Crumpin
Get up out that word i cant hang with satan, he play you like a trumpet
I Cant keep no lies in my circle, cuz i got it trusted
Im with the army of the lord, if we with satan, then we finna rush you
run up on that cross cover me in blood, from my head to toe
Grabbin on my faith i stank it up just like a toliet bowl
Dont believe in sinner i speak jesus thru the northern pole

SSWISS CHEESE PT. 2! (FT. HESI, EPHO)

PROD. KrXno

LYRICS:  (CHORUS) Midnight creepin’, hoodie low, silent step in the snow, Shadow in the alley, they don’t even know I’m close. No talkin’, no flexin’, just the cold of the steel, Heartbeat calm, this revenge feelin’ real. Glide like a phantom, vanish in the mist, One shot, one drop—ain’t no time to miss. They was laughin’ then, now they beggin’ on the floor, But I came for the silence, not the war no more.  (VERSE)  Stealth mode, I’m a ghost in the zone, Movin’ through the dark, I don’t need no throne. Creepin’ on the opps, now they payin’ they dues, This the art of war—walk quiet in my shoes. Stealth mode, no lights, no fame, Just a name in the wind, not a face in the frame. You won't hear nothin’ but the click and the flame, By the time they look back, I done finished the game. No mercy in my step, I was built for the cold, Never fold, I got stories that’ll never be told. Move smart, no chatter, just a target and a code, Keep my soul in the shadows where the real ones go. Parked outside, black tint, lights off, They inside sleepin’, I’m slidin’ like a boss. Window cracked, I breathe in deep, Then I glide through the night like death on feet. Ain’t no witnesses, just whispers in the street, They say I’m just a myth that the opps can’t beat.  (CHORUS) Midnight creepin’, hoodie low, silent step in the snow, Shadow in the alley, they don’t even know I’m close. No talkin’, no flexin’, just the cold of the steel, Heartbeat calm, this revenge feelin’ real. Glide like a phantom, vanish in the mist, One shot, one drop—ain’t no time to miss. They was laughin’ then, now they beggin’ on the floor, But I came for the silence, not the war no more.

STEALTH MODE! (FT. KrXno, CHRISBANDS, Monaco, HESI)

LYRICS:

Yeah…
I don’t say much, I just pull up.
That switch sound? That’s the last thing they hear.
Let’s talk about it…

[Verse 1]
Mask on, black hoodie, creepin’ with the blick,
Extended clip, and it flip like a glitch.
Thirty rounds in a second, I don’t gotta aim,
Hit the switch on the Glock, now I’m playin' no games.
Slide through the block like a ghost in the mist,
Opps outside? Then they goin’ on a list.
I ain’t with the talk, I don’t tweet, I don’t text,
I just circle back twice, put a dot on they chest.
Movin’ low, engine off, I don't flash when I ride,
Catch a opp lackin’ broad day, no pride.
Whole crowd freeze when the muzzle get lit,
They know what it mean when I play with the switch.

[Chorus]
Hit the opps with the switch, no pause, no cap,
Thirty pop quick, make 'em all fall back.
They was loud, now they layin’ in the grass,
You talk tough? I just pull up fast.
Hit the opps with the switch, no games, no glitch,
When it go off, whole scene get flipped.
Ain’t no warnin’, I don’t send no text,
I just pull that switch and let karma flex.

[KrXno's part]

Scope in the rearview, checkin’ my six,
Can't trust no soul, everybody might switch.
I don’t do fair fights, I don’t play clean,
I bring the pressure like a nightmare scene.
Hop out solo, dressed all black,
One arm steady, other hand on the strap.
Laser on the target, heartbeat calm,
Hit the switch, let it rip like a car alarm.
They duck when they see me, they know what I do,
Street cold, but my aim stay true.
I ain’t here to warn, I’m here to erase,
And that flash from the muzzle the last thing they face.
Hit the opps with the switch, no chill, just smoke,
Let it bang in the dark, make the whole street choke.
Ain’t no feelings, just mission and math,
You cross that line? Then you deal with the wrath.
Hit the opps with the switch, it’s a wrap, no lie,
Every shot like a verse — I just let truth fly.
They thought it was rap ‘til they heard that pitch, now they gone with the switch.


I tried peace…
But peace ain’t feedin' the block.
So I leveled up with the pressure.
And the switch? That’s the exclamation mark.

[Chorus]
Hit the opps with the switch, no pause, no cap,
Thirty pop quick, make 'em all fall back.
They was loud, now they layin’ in the grass,
You talk tough? I just pull up fast.
Hit the opps with the switch, no games, no glitch,
When it go off, whole scene get flipped.
Ain’t no warnin’, I don’t send no text,
I just pull that switch and let karma flex.

smooth and rough [FT. HESI]

LYRICS: Creepin’ at night, no sound in the ride, (ride)
Scope on the top, red dot on his side. (side)
Catchin’ 'em lackin’, he ain’t tryna hide, (nah)
Pull up and empty, then watch 'em divide. (brrt)

No hesitation, I live what I spit, (facts)
Don’t need a crew, I just slide with a kit. (kit)
Thirty-round burst, got him doin’ a flip,
All opposition get hit when I trip.
Boots on the ground, no lights when I step, (step)
Aim on his dome like a barcode check. (check)
Heard he was talkin’—well, now he regret,
Turned to a target, got caught in the net.

Clipped every side, now I circle again,
Can't play foul if you don't get a win.
This ain't no threat, this a hunt with a grin,
I see your whole team — let the purge begin.
Triplet step, we don't miss, we click,
Switch on the Glock make the opps go stiff.
Every location, we purge that quick,
Clean sweep time — every opp get clipped.

Triplet move, triplet aim, no glitch,
Hundred-round drum, make 'em fold like chips.
Whole squad tough 'til they run from the pitch,
Now they all ghosts — that’s a clean sweep hit.

[Verse 2]

Chest plate crack, now he can't breathe right,
Tried to run off, but the beam stay tight.
Skrrt in the whip, all black, no lights,
Slide through your city like a thief at night.

Whole lotta smoke, no need for the fire,
They talk online, but they freeze when it’s dire.
I don’t need hype — I got aim and desire,
Dropped all opps, now the streets gettin’ quieter.
Check off names like a job I enjoy,
Grown man tears, now he beggin’ like a boy.
This ain’t a game — I destroy, not annoy,
Your block get flipped like a cheap decoy.

No reset, no heart, no shame,
All of y’all folded when I hopped in the lane.
I kill opposition like it’s part of my name,
Triplet walk — bring death, not fame

quiet streets [FT. CHRISBANDS, HESI]

where my dad at?

LYRICS:

Scope in the rearview, checkin’ my six,
Can't trust no soul, everybody might switch.
I don’t do fair fights, I don’t play clean,
I bring the pressure like a nightmare scene.
Hop out solo, dressed all black,
One arm steady, other hand on the strap.
Laser on the target, heartbeat calm,
Hit the switch, let it rip like a car alarm.
They duck when they see me, they know what I do,
Street cold, but my aim stay true.
I ain’t here to warn, I’m here to erase,
And that flash from the muzzle the last thing they face.
Hit the opps with the switch, no chill, just smoke,
Let it bang in the dark, make the whole street choke.
Ain’t no feelings, just mission and math,
You cross that line? Then you deal with the wrath.
Hit the opps with the switch, it’s a wrap, no lie,
Every shot like a verse — I just let truth fly.
They thought it was rap ‘til they heard that pitch, now they gone with the switch.

[[CHORUS]]
You hit my line like it’s love again
Same old words, same game, pretend
Midnight call with that “I miss you”
But girl, I know it ain’t official
You come around when your sky turns gray
Just to leave when the sun finds its way
I ain’t blind, I just played along
But now I see it — I was never wrong

I ain't playin' when it come to mine (nah)
Talk slick, now he runnin' outta time (tick)
See the opps, we don’t let it slide
Pressure on ‘em, yeah, we multiply
We foldin’ ‘em up — no talkin’, just action
Pull up on the scene, it's full-on subtraction
They movin’ funny, we movin’ with passion
Foldin' the opps like it’s nothin’ but fashion
I don't do drama, I do decisions
Movin’ in stealth, got tunnel vision
They try to flex, but we know it’s rented
I got receipts, yeah, I really meant it
Hop out the whip, drip like confetti
Came from the bottom, now pockets heavy
Heard they was talkin’, now they regret it
Foldin' ‘em quick, like shirts, no credi
Don’t need a reason, I’m built for this
Countin' my wins while they throwin’ fits
Ten toes down, never fold, never flinch
Turn up the heat — now they feelin’ the pinch
I ain't playin' when it come to mine (nah)
Talk slick, now he runnin' outta time (tick)
See the opps, we don’t let it slide
Pressure on ‘em, yeah, we multiply

[[CHORUS]]
You hit my line like it’s love again
Same old words, same game, pretend
Midnight call with that “I miss you”
But girl, I know it ain’t official
You come around when your sky turns gray
Just to leave when the sun finds its way
I ain’t blind, I just played along
But now I see it — I was never wrong

BACK4NOTHING

LYRICS:

Wake up, geeked, I float 
She see me, she choke 
I don’t text, I ghost 
All red fit like Pope 
Bleedin’ in Balenciaga, I’m cold 
Walk in, they sell they soul 
New whip look like a UFO 
New crib came with a moat 
I can’t talk, I’m fried (fryyyed!)
Dancin’ with the moon outside 
Shh, hear my fit go "psh" (psh!)
Drip too loud, they blind (bling!)
She wan' ride the wave, no boat (no boat)
I ain’t even try, I float (I float)
I'm in the cut, no quote (no quote)
I’m the one they wrote, no hope (nah)


If it ain't bread, don't speak
Rick on me, I paid that fee 
She from the hills, got fake ID 
We don’t talk, just vibe, lowkey 
If it ain’t ’bout bread, don’t speak 
I be with the bros, yeah, we too clean 
Off-white jeans with the blue seams 
Sippin’ on slow, but I move mean 
Shorty like, "you a movie scene” 
I don’t text, I just pull up 
Backwood lit, got me stuck 
She wanna ride in a matte black truck 
She fell in love, that’s tough 
Phone on DND, no calls 
Balmain pants, can’t fall 
She pop one, now she in the stars 
Ima go in like JiDeon 
I can’t even lie, I’m floatin’ 
Too high, too clean, I’m coastin’ 
She say she love me... I know it 
I pop out the cut like what? 
Shawty want me, no trust 
I'm too cold, no bluff 
"I AM SSWIFTDVBZ", I’m up
Turbo tag on the whip, it fly
Chains on me, I might fry 
Don't say nothin' to the guy 
G5 land, then I slide 
Tattoos on my neck, they glowin’ 
Pills in my system, I’m floatin’ 
She wanna bite, no talkin’ 
I'm the flame, I’m molten 
 I’m in-  go crazy 
 Switch that gear, can’t phase me 
All black truck like Brady 
Mask on tight like Shady 
Speed through the night, no brakes 
Redline hit, I skate 
Opium blood, my fate 
Look in my eyes, too late

Wake up, geeked, I float 
She see me, she choke 
I don’t text, I ghost 
All red fit like Pope 
Bleedin’ in Balenciaga, I’m cold 
Walk in, they sell they soul 
New whip look like a UFO 
New crib came with a moat 
I can’t talk, I’m fried

PURIN!

LYRICS:

So, Brandon... why do you think you're here today?
What is it that you feel when you're alon-
I told my shrink I hate the world, she said “Brandon, that’s not new,”
I said, “Neither’s your advice, doc, now pass me that volume two,”
I’m scribblin' death threats on Post-Its,
Thinkin’ 'bout breakfast —
Cartoons and corpses, my thoughts stay eclectic.
Pops dipped early, ghosted like Casper,
Left me with mom and a hole that got vaster,
She prays to a God that don’t answer her calls,
While I talk to myself and punch holes in my walls. 
Still rockin' those beat-up Chucks with the laces torn,
Still buildin’ altars outta rage and college porn,
Still wishin’ someone would ask how I'm feelin’,
But if I said it out loud, they’d just call it “appealin’.”
(I'm not okay, but I lie so well)
They love the pain when it rhymes and sells.
(They don’t want me, they want my hell)
So I smile in the mirror like, “Die yourself.”
This ain’t growth, it’s just decay in disguise,
Got a demon on my shoulder wearin’ BAPE and a tie.
(Welcome to Shrink Talk, tell me how you feel)
I said, “Like I wanna crash a car just to see if it’s real.”
I grew up in shadows, sharp tongue and blisters,
Skipped prom to write verses dissin' my sister,
Ain’t no hugs in this house, just slaps and scriptures,
Now I rap like a heathen with a pack of Twizzlers.
I laughed when she said “your future looks bright,”
Guess she ain’t seen my notebooks at night,
I write like a villain tryna climb outta trauma,
But the villain.. AAARGH!
I'm a mascot for kids with no dad and no outlet,
Who text “I’m fine” while writin' su*c*de in the margins of their math test.
Therapy bills stack like Lego towers,
And I just knock ‘em down — that’s control, that’s power.
They want the monster but not the mess,
The headline, not the context.
I’m talkin’ to shadows, burnin' sage in my room,
Still smell brimstone in my headphones — boom.
I spit truth like it’s blood on a canvas,
Made friends with the void, now we do damage.
I’m numb, but I fake it for applause and a check,
Wrote a song ‘bout my pain, they called it “refreshing,” bet.
Therapist: Do you think you’re addicted to sadness?
Brandon: I think sadness is addicted to me.
Therapist: That’s not how emotions work, Brandon.
Brandon: Neither is abandoning your kid, but here we are.
Therapist: You doing okay so far?
Brandon: Yeah, I’m fine, just a little more dead
Got ghosts in my phone and a war in my head.
(I’m the poster boy for pain in a hoodie)
Smile for the press while I rot in the hoodie.
Ain’t healing, just got better at hiding,
Therapist takin’ notes while I dream about dying.
(Welcome back to Shrink Talk, hope you enjoy the show)
I said, “Therapy’s just rap with less echo".
I took meds for a week, wrote three better verses,
Now I’m back off ‘em, talkin’ to my curses.
My mind’s a haunted house with no doors,
Every thought a jump scare, blood on the floors.
You ever smile so long your face starts twitchin’?
Laugh in the mirror ‘til it breaks, that’s livin’.
I said, “Doc, what’s the point of it all?”
You said, “You’re talented.”
I said, “So is my fall.”
All these fans want a piece of the wreck,
Want the sad kid with bars, not the scars or the check,
I'm a headline, a playlist, a quote for your thread,
But none of you’d care if I woke up dead.

SHRINK TALK!

LYRICS:

Ridin' ’round wit’ that stick 
She in my bed, take a flick 
Chrome on my pants, I’m lit 
Don’t even talk, just hiss 
Ugh! I’m on Mars wit’ the clique 
Hop in the whip, then I drift 
Neck like a glacier, it drip 
Walk in this bih like a myth 
I got fangs, no cap 
She love the way that I snap 
No soul, blacked out 
Codeine dreams, I nap 
Heart cold like ice 
Pop one, then I float 
Don’t call my phone, no ties 
I don’t play no roles 
Geeked up! Geeked up! Geeked up! 
Vamp mode, we don’t sleep, bruh 
Fangs out when I creep up 
I’m the reaper, nice to meet ya 
Geeked up! Geeked up! Geeked up! 
Blood red seats in the Beamer 
Too gone, I might delete ya 
I'm in my own world, no subpoena
Racks in the back of the trunk 
I put that boy in a blunt 
Neck on froze like a tundra 
I took yo’ ho to Wakanda 
She wanna ride in a spaceship 
I don’t do talkin’, I face it 
All black fit like a Mason 
Mask on tight, I’m Jason 
Walk in the club with my fangs out 
He talk slick, now he rang out 
Chrome Heart belt, let it hang out
Geeked off red, not the same now
(She like “Brandon, you changed now”)
I don’t know you nigga
I don't know you nigga
I don’t fucking know you!
BLOODLINE, BLOODLINE, I can't die 
Look in my eyes, you’ll see fire 
All of my opps get denied 
I don’t do love, that’s a lie 
BLOODLINE, BLOODLINE, born to ride 
VVS tear when I cry 
Hop in that 'Rari and fly 
Bih got fangs like me 
We don’t sleep, we feast 
All night runs, that geek 
Pop that tab, I’m free 
I don't play fair, I cheat 
No soul, I’m elite 
Pentagram on my tee 
Penthouse top, no lease 
I’m in that mode again 
Twin Glock twins like codeine twins 
She in my line, tryna sin 
I told her, “bring a friend”
She do what I say like I’m Zordon 
I'm not human, I’m foreign
Neon light drip, I’m glowin’
Ain’t no slowin’, we soarin’!
Yeah, I just blacked out in the Maybach 
She said “you cold,” I said “say that” 
I see through lies like a face tat 
They copy my swag, I hate that 
Chrome Heart lens, can’t see no opps
All of my bros got beams on Glocks
Never go broke, I bleed that guap
Put me in Hell, I still won’t stop 
Talk to the mirror, he don’t talk back 
I'm not real, just a format 
Plug hit once, now I orbit 
I’m not me, I’m morphin’ 
Hunnid round drum, distortion 
All of my fits imported 
I got demons I talk to nightly
All of this drip, unsightly 
Yeah… walk through walls like ghost 
Bih got fangs, she do the most 
Vamp life tatted on my throat 
Heart gone — I left that boat 
Crashin’ the scene like “who dat?”
Too many hits, no comeback
Fell in the fire, came out black
I'm from Mars, that’s no cap (brrr!)
Skull in my cup, I sip that doom (doom)
She off shrooms, she floatin’ too
No rules, I’m born to lose
Still came first, I bent the truth
Uh, never had fear in my chest
Ink on my neck like death
Jump in the mosh, make a mess
I don't want fame, want rest 
NO MIND — I don’t think no more
NO MIND — I can’t feel no more
NO MIND — this not real, I’m sure
NO MIND — can’t sleep, I soar
NO MIND — diamonds red like war
NO MIND — she crawl on all fours
NO MIND — that’s my final form
NO MIND — rage till I’m reborn
I ain’t got a mind no mo’
I ain’t got a heart no mo’
All I got is rage and glow
Blood on my coat, let’s go
(vamp,vamp,vamp)
I just popped out with the static 
I'm not human, I’m graphic 
She wanna bite me, addict 
I’m in the cut like fabric 
No heart, no soul, just havoc
Red eyes glowin’ in traffic
Plug too wild, that’s magic
Neon wings, I’m blastin’ 
High off nothin’, I tweak 
Balenci moon boots, sleek 
I don’t text, I delete 
If you ain’t slime, don’t speak 
Got no ceiling, no peak 
Whole clique glitch, no leak 
I'm in Hell with the keys
VVS drown, I freeze

BLOODLINE! (FT. KrXno)

LYRICS:

If I could talk to you, lil’ me with the chipped tooth,
Tears hidin’ behind cartoons and chipped shoes.
Always felt too loud in a room full of quiet,
Like your heart beat jazz and the world wantin’ silence.
I’d tell you: don’t dim for ‘em, don’t shrink for claps,
They only love you small ‘cause they scared of the facts.
You got somethin’ wild, somethin’ bright in your chest,
You just don’t know yet how to wear it best.
You’ll get bruises from people who “meant well,”
And learn that even love sometimes feel like a cell.
You’ll think you gotta be hard to be safe —
But the soft in you? That’s what’ll make you great.
You gon’ carry guilt for things you didn’t choose,
Blame yourself for pain you ain’t ever bruise.
But you survive, and that’s worth the ink,
Even when your whole world feel like it’s on the brink.
If I could talk to you, I’d hold your face,
Tell you none of this pain go to waste.
You feel too much, but that’s your gold,
This cold world need hearts that hold.
You ain’t broken, just built a lil’ different,
Not lost, just takin' a scenic entrance.
One day, you gon' look back proud —
Even when it hurts, don’t turn around.
Don’t chase cool — it’s just fear wearin’ fashion,
Be weird. Be wild. Be full of passion.
That voice in your head? Don’t let it lie,
You’re more than the-

Yo, this world’s a sitcom with no laugh track,
Clocks tickin' backwards, my mind in a black sack.
Kids shootin’ dreams up, needles in a lunchbox,
Moms cryin’ silent, prayin’ God don't punch clocks.
I seen halos turn hoods, priests turn crooks,
Teachers preach peace while readin’ from war books.
They feed us pills like they Skittles in the lunch line,
Then wonder why we snap, bark, howl at the sunshine.
Nothin’ feel real, it’s all screens and masks,
Smiles like plastic, truth's too much to ask.
They sell pain in high-def, stream death in 4K,
And say “it’s just the news,” like that’s supposed to be okay.
I’m screamin’ at the clouds, nobody lookin’ up,
The world’s on fire, but they just refillin’ cups.
Maybe I’m the crazy one, talkin’ to my shadow,
But I’d rather be insane than numb in the gallows.
I woke up in a fever dream, TV screamin' static,
Newsman grinnin’ while the city turns to ashes.
Mom’s in the kitchen, cryin' in the sink,
Ain’t no water comin’ out, just blood and shrink-wrapped meat.
Every scroll on my phone is a eulogy,
Another rapper dead, another youth in heat.
They gentrifyin' dreams, sellin’ hope in streams,
But when you die broke, they just blame your genes.
I saw a rainbow in the sewer water,
Beauty in the gutter, but nobody bother.
They want filters, fake love, TikTok fame,
But real cries don’t trend, just stay in your brain.
They say, “man up,” but I’m just a boy with bruises,
Writin' letters to a world that misuses.
My heart beat like a landmine, smile like a glitch,
And every dream I had done slept in a ditch.
I see angels wearin’ straightjackets,
And demons in Armani, shakin’ hands with fanatics.
The sky fell years ago, we just pretend it's up,
Drink bleach with glitter just to feel tough.
Static in my halo, rust in my wings,
Tried to fly once, now I just sing...

IF I COULD TALK TO YOU!

WSG YOU FUCKING BITCHES I MAKE MUSIC AND SHIT YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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Grateful for 100 Followers on SoundCloud

Reaching 100 followers on SoundCloud might seem like a small milestone to some, but to me, it means everything. It’s more than just a number — it’s a sign that people are listening, connecting, and finding something meaningful in the music I create. For that, I’m deeply grateful.

When I first uploaded my tracks, I wasn’t sure anyone would really hear them. I was just expressing myself, pouring emotions, thoughts, and late-night inspiration into sound. Every like, comment, and follow since then has been a little reminder that I’m not alone — that my music resonates with others, even in small ways.

To every single one of you who took the time to listen, to hit follow, to support me in any form: thank you. Whether you’ve been here since my first upload or just found me yesterday, your support keeps me going. It motivates me to keep learning, improving, and sharing more of myself through music.

This is just the beginning. 100 followers is the foundation — the first brick in something much bigger that I’m building with all of you. I'm excited for what’s next, and I hope you stick around for the journey.

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Boy oh boy where do I even begin.. Beastboi., honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you drive into the paint and strike fear into your enemies eyes. Your silky smooth touch around the rim, and that gorgeous jumpshot. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you retire. You had a rough childhood, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing off the court, you're a great husband and father, sometimes I even call you dad. I forvever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day retire. I would sacrifice my own life. This track was so good that I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious king exclaim these words,
"DISCIPLE ROUND TABLE, THIS IS FOR YOU!” Not only have you changed the game of edm and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're getting older, but still the goat, my goat. I love you pookie bear, my glorious king, Beastboi.

where my dad at?

KrXno

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