Next Stop Wonderland

I went from Bs to Ds, a new book I read
To making a new crook bleed
Dunno how long it took for me to see
You musta mistook me for being shook G
I’m where the pushers be
Underworld where they under look me
It coulda took me, to rock bottom
Think I been there, but they never got me
To live there, spit clear
Not an ounce of bitch here, it’s all sincere..
Yea... Been thru a lot, it’s not a simple plot
And I can’t get it to stop
While you practice what you not
It’s having me hot, life’s too short
Unscrew the cork, hittin the Newport
Few resorts, extra plans in the tuck
Supply & demand tough, damned in the mud
I had to stand up, plannin wit the thug
Your life’s on the line, a ransom cut
I’m prone to random luck, put it in my hand
I’ll buck, ya man’s like what the fuck
Funeral service, I knew it was hurtin
Church pews lit, wonder if the blues is workin
More than a few percs did
Made me a new person, just the worst version
That d boy got you, it’ll probably lock you
Not to knock a few, I was droppin it too
Wish the best for y’all, ain’t expect it at all
Most of it got fentanyl, deep down
Know you better off clean now

The will to survive is an uphill drive
Even when feeling deprived
Remember I was built to rise
No building confines, the trillest rhymes
You can feel it inside, yea I’m still alive
Even if I was once killed inside
The realest you’ll find, RIP the real lives
Yea I’m still alive, but I wish you was still alive
I wish you was still alive...

All the people that passed, seein that flash
I hope u greeted wit a laugh, coulda been me
When they was beatin my ass, had 2 limp back
How many lives could you give back
I’d keep askin for more
Show me life really matters dog
Take me to the last floor
All the cash in the drawer
Couldn’t buy a path secure
Every day like it’s the last
Do away with the bad
Know I’m coming for that get back
I’m still alive...

To inspire and teach the people, if u keep it evil
I’ma feed you a desert eagle
The pigs could expect to see you, on a autopsy
Buncha carbon copies, robotic freaks
Know that you not me, I beef wit neo Nazis
Living room lawyers, alotta police
Some dudes in the street
Other ones high off tweak, mind control elites
Gypsies, hipsters, and the witch’s belief
I need some sleep, count electric sheep
In this land of deceit and technology
You are not a G, so much you got to see
Not on the screen, homie fuck society
Online notoriety, move thru quietly
Increase your life quality, hit the blunt
Think we might not live it just once
Birthed again, u got a different curse 2 spin
You deserve what you get
Think if it was worth it again
Better live right, you tryna get ahead in life
You expect it right?

The will to survive is an uphill drive
Even when feeling deprived
Remember I was built to rise
No building confines, the trillest rhymes
You can feel it inside, yea I’m still alive
Even if I was once killed inside
The realest you’ll find, RIP the real lives
Yea I’m still alive, but I wish you was still alive
I wish you was still alive...

To all my friends that’s gone
I think of you every song
And I hope they in heaven y’all
Even tho it’s dead wrong
They left us in the storm
Still gotta rest easy but best believe me
Whenever they see me, I died keep it greazy
No peace treaty, went on my terms
Gotta break the tide first, ride berserk
Find the worth & get fly wit the work
The hindsight’s worse if u waste time on a curse... Word.

Still Alive (prod. by Young Devante)

FELT SO GOOD

FELT SO GOOD (PROD BY PISTOLE)

Prod. by yramsee x nifer

Got a bunch of mud
Rain fall
This not a drought
Let big homie count me in
You count me out
I done got all muddy covered
I'm splashing now
Got my eyes closed
You gon' ask me how 
I just tied up Bo Peep
This not last week's bow
Pop the bubbegum
I'm at Wrigley's house
I just met a hole
She said dig me out
Hung up the phone 
I'm at a pygmy's house
The traffic was mild
If anything 
When they beamed me down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Louie batons
You gon' beat me how?
Whoa whoa whoa 
Keep every eye open
Safe to see the clowns
Let Bo Peep loose
F*ck it 
I took a vow
I just keep it judicial
Ion't know who on trial
Yeah
Got a bunch of mud
Rain fall
This not a drought
Let big homie count me in
You count me out
I done got all muddy covered
I'm splashing now
Got my eyes closed
You gon' ask me how 
I just tied up Bo Peep
This not last week's bow
Pop the bubbegum
I'm at Wrigley's house
I just met a hole
She said dig me out
Pop the bubblegum 
I'm at Wrigley's house
The traffic was mild
If anything
When they beamed me down
Yeah yeah yeah
I set the appointment 
You gon' see me now
Sharpen the iron
I really like the greasy sound
Stare in amazement
You gon' see me pound
I think I can fade into Fiji now
Yeah
Got a bunch of mud
Rain fall
This not a drought 
Let big homie count me in
Let big homie count me in


2023 youngtrillsoul.us

switching lanes (prod. arielo)

trying not to care

Perseverate

Prod. Skillasound

Recorded on my Phone

I'm prolly gonna re record this but wanted to give y'all the raw freestyle first before I do 🤞🏾💯

A chil freestyle for y'all I'm digging this sound I'm on lemme know what y'all think tho in the comments I appreciate all the support and love especially the ones from the beginning I see y'all fr 🖤🕷️

As always we taking off 👨🏾‍🚀🚀✨

6 In The Morning

On My Own

On My Own + prod by + < Imotape productions >

prod. big keefus

lyrics~~~

Grenade
Fuck bitch
Gun clip
Fat dick

Yung skinny white prick
Ima throw a fucking fit
Stendo clip shits really thick
On my thigh got fucking ricks
Knock knock door no treat bitch trick
223 all on my stick
Light the blunt all with my bic
Cranium thats all i kick
Pour up lean in dirty sprite
Log onto the gore website
Peel you skin reveal calcite
Chop your corpse and then i bite

All black is my soul

drawing the circle i summon my demons
giving the head but i know that she cheating
writing the plans and i know that i’m scheming
wack as a bitch so i fucking delete it
pussy talk shit and i ask to repeat it
little ass bitch boy i kill ‘em and eat it
fucking that hoe till i shoot all my semen
dropping the body in shoes i put cement

yung killa clown
always walking with that frown aye
in my cup i’m sipping crown
i make yo body hit the ground
find me laying 6 foot down
in my trunk like 60 pounds
trapping drugs around the town
be loading up the rounds

KILLER_CLOWN_666

A Deal

A 16 year old. Rapper, songwriter, and Producer, tryna make it big. I write all the songs my self, follow to support! Gonna make it big one day! New music!!! Two songs or more a month!

Perseverate

Kidd $taLLon