🚨 This ain’t a beat—it’s a dimension.
🔒 Pattern Lock: A sonic trap that rewires your mind.

Step into the booth—or rather, the realm—of Pattern Lock, where bangers are summoned, not written. With an alien cadence and hypnotic 808s, this trap-rap masterpiece hits harder than a glitch in the matrix. The lyrics unfold like a multiverse map, blending spiritual flex, digital ritual, and cosmic swagger.

Fusing contemporary R&B, boastful trap energy, and genre-warping hooks, Pattern Lock creates a new standard in sonic storytelling. You’re not just hearing music—you’re syncing with a new frequency.

Perfect for fans of Travis Scott, Don Toliver, Metro Boomin, and Kanye’s Yeezus phase. Play it loud. Play it often. Get stuck in the loop.

PATTERN LOCK

i turn into a snake off this liquor,

she told you that im gay im trynna get with her,

we fucked behind your back and i sent pictures,

i got videos to prove it nigga whatever,

i just fucked a bad bitch and i smelled her panties,

how the fuck she wake up like that with no stylist?

i was with her sister foe that girl a goddess,

she wetting up my sheets i think i fucked the baddest,

dont worry my nigga she sliding

she chill at my crib yeah we vibing

i know that girl was plotting

dont disturb that bitch be lying

the devil made me take yo girl that bitch is not wife,

my cousin said dont do that do you wanna live yo life?

i rather be yo sidepiece,

this my lifestyle darling i cant tie the knot

but if we get together can i cheat in peace?

he said you on his wallpaper girl i hope not,

back of the rooms we linked at walmart,

aint no capping ask my bitch i bought her ass some chromehearts,

whole time i was thinking i was with rihanna

i tell her what she wanna hear cuz i dont love her,

baby im a lover gangties im caught up,

your body got me so locked in for you im showing off,

he been asking where she at i told him fuck you talking about?

she riding as my passenger she getting dugged out,

i turn into a snake off this liquor,

she told you that im gay im trynna get with her,

we fucked behind your back and i sent pictures,

i got videos to prove it nigga whatever,

i just fucked a bad bitch and i smelled her panties,

how the fuck she wake up like that with no stylist?

i was with her sister foe that girl a goddess,

she wetting up my sheets i think i fucked the baddest,

boyfriends hate me

End of the Line - Prod Troy M (Inception theme)

Once upon a time there were a hip-hop collective who moved from HAWAII TO LAS VEGAS and were extremely mediocre. Instead of getting better or working with the people who can clearly help them improve, this sorry group championed a bogus record deal and turned into a boyband. Next they harbored and organized everyone they could against the one and only true king.  This group of social elites, confused by the depths of the waters, couldn't swim against the current.  But as entitled as they were, they gathered. And stroke they tried. Before they jumped into the water, they built a bank. And taxed the city as if everyone in the city should pay their dues to them. Like the village owed them because they put up a bank. I note the backstory because when the storm came to wash away the village and the people were seeking opportunity nobody helped the people who tried to tax everyone. And the bank they build became a ruined timestamp in history. In an event that would be remembered as the "October Flood"

Aurora - Prod Troy. M

In light of Troy

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