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options ft. CHOP (prod. Mathiastyner)

The Void

MY LUH DARKSIDE

QUE$T (prod. idontworry)

Spotify Link: https://open.spotify.com/album/28b7ddf0Gj9WhLhkRqohXY?si=E9jC9d20S1ONda2SJi6jnA

LYRICS:
Back in this bitch, glock kick like Chun
Fuck nigga play, broad day get him done
Leave him dead in the street with his face to the sun
No fucks what they think, ain't don't what I done
Bippin outside with a spark and a gun
Nigga slide my block, get parked for the fun
Them niggaz dying and shit for the hell of it
Don't got no bitches but still get fucked

Glock in the pit, know it still get tucked
Thinking he touching my chain, get touched
I ain't whipping no nigga, I'm letting it buck
Stand over niggaz I'm throwing up Cuz
Die bout respect, I don't care about a buzz
You ain't my brother just because we share blood
I was beefing my own and it was, what it was
Ain't give no fuck just another to dub
Switch on the glizzy, I'm hoping it works
Talk on my name you get took off the earth
Turning my back on the people I love
Because they ain't love me, and I'm putting me first
Niggaz wanna be on your side when you finally winning
Where the fuck was y'all at, at my worst?
Niggaz outside and they finally spinning
Been like five years put three in a hearse
Niggaz gone show they ain't built like that
I'll spit on a opp, if a opp talk back
Big Glock hit at a fuck nigga chest
Bet his chest cave in, turn a fuck nigga pack
Been getting bread I don't care about a plaque
I ain't even think I would live this long
That nigga thinking this rapping and shit
Just rapping and shit Ima get him gone

Back in this bitch, glock kick like Chun
Fuck nigga play, broad day get him done
Leave him dead in the street with his face to the sun
No fucks what they think, ain't don't what I done
Bippin outside with a spark and a gun
Nigga slide my block, get parked for the fun
Them niggaz dying and shit for the hell of it
Don't got no bitches but still get fucked
Back in this bitch, glock kick like Chun
Fuck nigga play, broad day get him done
Leave him dead in the street with his face to the sun
No fucks what they think, ain't don't what I done
Bippin outside with a spark and a gun
Nigga slide my block, get parked for the fun
Them niggaz dying and shit for the hell of it
Don't got no bitches but still get fucked

CHUN

Fukkit - Nova Scotia

OK! (WIFISFUNERAL X CURLYGRIM)

JETLAG

(Track 5 on Streetlight Angels (A Lost Kids Christmas) )

This one’s Christmas Eve with black ice in your chest — the kind of night where the world looks lit up and safe from the street, but your nervous system is still running sirens. Salt on the Steps is about showing up anyway: hood up, breath turning to ghosts, hands shaking on the porch, weighing trauma against warmth like it’s life or death. It’s the tension between “hallelujah” and “I’m gonna break,” between old family fights that still live in carols and the quiet miracle of someone making space for you without demanding you perform being okay.

The song moves from survival-mode rage into something softer and realer: a door opening, heat hitting your face, a living room that’s imperfect but honest, and a kind of love that says belonging is allowed—even if you’re still scared, still scarred, still trying. Holy doesn’t have to be pretty. Sometimes it’s just crossing the threshold… one breath past the salt. 🖤🕯️

Disclaimer: All lyrics are written by me (Faultline Kid). The vocal performance/voice is AI-generated.

CHUN

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