miles ahead

miles ahead ft. soap.

GET PAID [prod. astrosaad]

Holly just pulled up and I’m smoking
Bitch I roll blunts up when I’m posted
4g runtz I grind it up, roasting
Smoking on bag of bag of that potion
Bitch I got 40oz I’m pouring
What you know bout the peeps that I’m mourning?
Keeping that Glock for peace but not folding
Holly done lost a piece of that dome mane

Aye yuh
Holly don’t stop
Walk in your place and I leave with a lot
Ski mask erase if I’m there, cause I’m not
Just gimme my space when you see me or pop
I’d get the fuck out of my face or get shot
Creep in the back, you won’t hear me go knock
Empty the strap and it wake up your block
I go home then I shower and wash off the rot aye aye

Aye I got that baggage
Baby girl you trynna smoke some?
We connect like magnets
If you in my space, you will come
Focused on my habits
Stuck inside my brain until dusk
Memories are like maggots
When I’m dead that’s what I’ll become

Aye
Frozen in time
Chains in my skin and a glint in my eyes
Emerge from the earth, I’ll be covered in flies
I don’t care what they say I don’t think of replies
Grounded from birth like I fell from the sky
Heretic speak with a lessen on life
I can sense if you’re weak, I don’t care for your lies
I’m disrupting proportions, disfiguring lines

If I’m on tracks, I’m immortal
I do not think that that’s normal
Circles of salt around my portals
To keep me back from the horrors
I’m stuck in awe from the borders
I’ve crossed to get to this torture
I’m tangled up with no order
Just chaos flooding my mortar
Okay

BAGGAGE (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

prod. @sixthells

let the sun turn black, the end is coming soon
once the darkness takes over, be prepared to lose
everyone you ever knew is gonna die
everybody on your side no longer alive

so get away from home
everything else from the past is gone
so i guess it's time to let go
let the rainbow fade in the shadows we walk alone

broken, down
living in silence
stuck in my mind every day make me violent
omen, die
living to cry
living my life how i want don't comply

there's only one way to the end of your life
there's only one way to erase all your lies
maybe someday you'll be the one with the knife
leaving no case, only the sound of the cries
there's only one way to the end of your life
there's only one way to erase all your lies
maybe someday you'll be the one with the knife
leaving no case, only the sound of the cries

Hell's Gate

Collab with @cardeairelatrelle

prod. @michaellinkbeats & @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

______________

LYRICS

sorry
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

no serotonin i need me a new dose
loosin the shimmer in me and my grip colder 
still bringin heat like im rocking a new coat
ima eat shitty rappers till im in a food coma

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed


bern these mothafucka like sanders (bernie)
bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these 
i just got a bag like santa 
i just bag like

i just feel like throwing another tantrum
i just feel like ripping your head off
i just feel like 
i just spent a band out random
point me where the 45 at , uh bitch im bout to act

Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up 
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up

They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit i see
Lemme put you on a plain white t
Paint a picture with the pain i bleed

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve

[Sect unit verse]
running away from the pain and the anguish
get the fuck back, I don’t think I can trust you
Because I don’t know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But i can see they on some lame shit
ima go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel cuz all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while i’m getting triple
Why you only make a little 
If you try running up on me i’m not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don’t gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Lord Gasp]

Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
got a big girth with some lame traumas
i just got a urge to release torment
needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can i get a hearse for my pale corpse
fucked since birth’s why i bleed pharma 
all black gat with some black garments
there ain’t no way to relieve, i’m the same varmint

Hearse (with Sect Unit)

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

PROPHET X MILITXNT - 30 ROUND'S

VVS x SECT UNIT - KILL BILL V2

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @zepelinbeats & @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz
accompanying visual directed by Ty.Psd and Jared Huber

EGREGIA

No Trace (Prod. Emite)

IM CRUDE
CRUDE
CRUDE
CRUDE 
AHGH 
I really appreciate you mfs. The amount of time and energy and effort I put into these songs sometimes feels like a big waste of my day. but i peep the numbers and remember that i love this. the mind is a challenge i must overcome. But for now, lets get f^cking CRUDE! SOS4L.
AJAX ELSEWHERE---> @10_ajax_17

LIKE! (Prod. Tenferno x ppk2kkk)

SUSPENSE - Single

SUSPENSE

The Black Mass - SUSPENSE (feat. MVRKMVCHINX) [prod. Undead Ronin]

DEVOID KING 419 HKK
lilhollow666@gmail.com

BAGGAGE (Prod. SKILL SYRUP)

KillhOllOw (@killhollow)

Recent comments

THOT RVLER ARCHFIEND KING GAZM

𝙽𝙾𝚃$𝙴𝚁𝙿

Skill Syrup

Related tracks