Name: $uicideboy$ - My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed To The Judge (Edit) by Cantsneakuponme in My Playlist #56
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: This is how the song was originally produced obviously but I had to do some digging online to find it. The one they published on SoundCloud is fast tempo for some reason.

Baby let me get the keys to the rover truck🖤

I’ll never forget when I did shrooms and listened to $b 😹

This shit will never compare to other shii fr🫣

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[VERSE I: Ruby da Archangel]

sold my soul to the GREY
became a household name
i claimed my grave and chained my name
i'm out the game
i don't play to win
i don't play at all and win by default
i climbed to the top just to see how far down i would fall
looked up at the heavens and thought it looked small
below me a valley a demons constantly scheming
i looked back down thinking "fuck all of yall"
i came into this world as an accident
blazing trails just to get a whiff of that blackened scent
pull up in the porsche if the benz got in an accident
fuck
ima have to get my car wrapped again
i'm back again 
back against the wall
tryna live it up before the curtain falls
white knuckle grip holding up my GREY cabal
any questions?
give one of my managers a call

[VERSE II: Lil Apache]
used to hide from the pigs now it's the IRS
wetto stil white trash 
fuck all the alphabets
ain't a damn thing changed but the change i got
all these chains came from pain and the blame i rock
just gimme the drop
gimme the spot
gimme the time
gimme the place
ringing the 9
bringing the mob
keeping the iron by my waist
off of the lines like a race
my decline gave me space to get my ind to redefine what the fuck i'm looking for today
so it's fuck an intro
fuck what you think you know
"scrim was better on dope"
fuck i heard that before
pulling crowds like the pope
heard your broke and it shows
i won't say no names though but he got a cameo
$UICIDE til the murder show
been getting head all around the globe
backstage hoes tell em tally-ho
maybe oddy though

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Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Genesis

GENESIS

[VERSE I: Anthony Mars]
yo light that cigarette
i'm tripping
ash it on my bitches
taking my dose
i never skip it
still in my hood up pistol gripping
still got 100 blunts
got that bape up in my cup
stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
wetto the king of the GREY
self park i don't fuck with valet
sheesh
private jet fuck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay
no i'm never okay
bitch stop asking
came up and supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy
running and ducking the slammer
thinking bot cocking the hammer
the lights the glitter the glamour
none of this shit even matters
none of this shit made me happy
wound up in rehab instead of a casket
locking me up and they had the rooms padded
made a straight jacket my fashion

[VERSE II: Norman Atomic]
ruby that motherfucker
grim reaping
i'm undercover
soul seeking
i found another bitch who's thinking that i'm her lover
no
reason i keep on shrugging
blunt is cashed let's keep 'em coming
only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
i'm a pro at self doubt but i doubt i'll ever know 
that these bitches want me to fly 'em out all because i upped the glow
all these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
and talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough
all this fame is such a curse sometimes i wish i was a ghost
watch me raise the fucking dead next time i'm on stage at a show

[OUTRO: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
haunted, haunted
i can't escape my mind
it's like i'm doing time all the time
exhausted, lost it
just one little line
have this talk with god all the time

1000 Blunts

1000 BLUNTS

3 A.M Stories

Chewin

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NM JC

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Gray/Grey

BEHOLD A PALE HORSE

LOADIN 4 HOMICIDE (SLOWED N REVERB)

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My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

CHERISH THE DEAD

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[Verse 1: Oddy Nuff da $now Leopard]

i got a chopper
i got a chopper
ain't helicopter
i got some problems
i got some problems
drugs are my solvent now i'm gonna solve em
all of these bitches
all of these bitches gonna end up in ditches
fuck with my emotions
legs are spreadin open
keep your pussy hoe and keep your attitude
ima keep countin this cash
money so long ima change up my latitude
all of these drugs know my gratitude
all of these drugs know my gratitude
face a whole blunt bitch that's how i go ghost
turn into smoke
perfect for hoes
burnin gas all alone i'm never leavin home
burnin gas all alone i'm never leavin home

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]

sleep on a couch
cigarette in my mouth
drugs in my house
i'm lookin for peace but i'm scattered beneath what's under my sheets
got them bottles on the table
codeine on the label
my life is far from stable
take the gun then i disable
that's one in my temple with no hesitation
don't fuck them bitches with love situations
fixated on dope narcotics my salvation
i'm tryna get higher and higher and higher so high that i rise up and reach levitation

Now the Moon's Rising

CAN OF WORMS

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[Verse 1: $lick $loth]

got 4 bitches on my digits
AKs in my kitchen
cocaine on my dishes from my older uncle's business
a minute turns to minutes
a vision turns to visits from a witness on a mission from the Feds that got him snitchin
religion of the sixes turnin bitches into witches
got a hit list with a few i wanna lay down up in some ditches
fuck em all burn them bridges
sus motherfuckers with a sickness
45 tucked in my britches
$uicide be the voice of the misfits hoe

[Verse 2: Yung $now]

$now Leopard creepin
the icicle demon
i'm breathin this weed in 
my gaudy pack freezin
my shawty keep sneezin
i told her Yung $now keep it cold like i'm changin the seasons
that codeine i'm bleedin
all of these hoes see me gleamin
i'm leakin gold
we can go see the globe but need to keep it slow
that was a week ago
she ain't know $now Leopard had at least 3 or so alter egos that the Reaper know
oh no i keep her so close now she reach for rope
tie me up now she hope that Yung Plague won't be shown
my skull started tweakin
my skin started bleedin
my heart stopped it's beatin
my eyes disappear now the devil is near
oh yeah she feels the fear

EVOLUTION (PRETTY GOOD MOVIE/PRETTY GOOD THEORY)

mixed by @nzabeatz 
mastered by @gucciwitch
art - @sowhatimdead

Thank you @g59
LYRICS:
Verse 1 (Scrim):
They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die 
Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side
Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride 
Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied 
Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked 
Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope 
Suicide til we ashes, fit the Nine Grey bastards 
After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor 

Interlude (Mitchell Bay):
I used to be passive, so when I pass please 
Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me
I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off.....

Verse 2 (Ruby Da Cherry): 
I'm from the Se7en, aint no heaven, in my destination
(?) your breath and aiming for the lake 
I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below 
I go so low, so low, aint got no hoe I know I'm dead 
Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath 
I know I'm dead 
Because my neck is red from rigamortis 
Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave 
I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal 
Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined 
To MURDER MYSELF

Verse 3 (Mitchell Bay):
With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious 
From the self doubt among a couple other problems 
I make my way through the flames 
Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket 
There ain't shit that you constructed 
So the fuck down is where you can sit 
Ridin round with suicide 
In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip 
When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt 
And when I murder myself
Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life 
I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying 
Tell my mama that I'm sorry 
This is not her fault 
Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall 
Feeding what's eating at me 
I will feast until I starve 
Behaving self destructive 
Hip hop cracked my shell up open 
Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore
Closing out the openings of stores 
When I go off, when I go off
Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month 
I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record 
I just might say THANK YOU BASEDGOD
On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord 
Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta 
Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino 
Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat
MitcHy Man Savage Carlito 
I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on
Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street 
I'm always spittin' one too many

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Suicide Bay Feat. $UICIDEBOY$ (Prod. $UICIDEBOY$)

This is how the song was originally produced obviously but I had to do some digging online to find it. The one they published on SoundCloud is fast tempo for some reason.

$uicideboy$ - My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed To The Judge  (Edit)

RVMIRXZ x $uicideBoy$ - Dolemite

$UICIDEBOY$ x RAMIREZ - ONE GIRL, SIX BLADES, ONE NIGHT OF SIN

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$UICIDEBOY$ x RAMIREZ - ONE GIRL, SIX BLADES, ONE NIGHT OF SIN

$UICIDEBOY$ - My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed to the Judge [BASS BOOSTED]

“Novus Ordo Seclorum” is the Bonus Track on Dark Side of the Clouds and details Ruby’s painfully misanthropic verse where he adopts a high-pitched singing voice.

The phrase “Novus Ordo Seclorum” (Latin for “New order of the ages”) is the second of two mottos that appear on the back of the Great Seal of the United States and is printed on the back of the United States one-dollar bill. This phrase is synonymous with the “New World Order” conspiracy.

LYRICS:

[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Blood stained fabric, cotton up in an addict
Life so tragic, seem like death is attractive
You step up into the minds of the crime-infested youth
Ain't no jobs, ain't no stop to this police abuse
So we kill, drill, OD popping pills
Fantasize a steal when you went home without a meal
Welcome to the grave, no debate
*59, 666, the Grey
No escape from my fate, bitch, I'm ready to die today


[Verse 2: PRINCE MONONOKE THE FROZEN SHOGUN]
Fuck the police and judges
Fuck the priest and Gods judgin'
Fuck the state and the public
I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling
We all meet the shovel, don't have to act humble
Distance myself from the huddle—nothing but trouble
Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle
Keep it lowkey, keep it subtle
Only a couple allowed in my bubble
Puddle of blood the result of the hustle
Cuddle my drugs by the bundle
My frontal lobe constantly struggle, uh

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$UICIDEBOY$ - NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM (ORIGINAL)

$UICIDEBOY$ - G Double OD

Over eight years, my SoundCloud has quietly passed 1.3 million plays — mostly from a few minimal edits that seemed to find their own gravity. I go by CantSneakUpOnMe, and what I make sits somewhere between editing and interpretation. I take songs that already say something powerful and focus them — a fade-out that lands softer, a transition that breathes longer, or a final moment that feels like it could stay with you a little while after it ends. It’s not about reinventing; it’s about revealing the part that already carried meaning and letting it linger.

The track that made everything real was “My Scars Are Like Evidence…”. It’s the piece that listeners keep returning to — a song that disappeared from SoundCloud for a while and came back stronger, climbing past 600,000 plays. You can tell it’s alive by how it behaves: the play map shows consistent listens across different regions every single month — not sudden bursts, but steady, organic growth. The repeat-listen ratio is unusually high, meaning people aren’t just finding it once; they’re coming back to it again and again. When a song keeps its momentum like that — without promotion, without algorithmic spikes — it’s a sign that it’s become evergreen, something people return to when they need the feeling again.

There’s also something beautiful about how the track has evolved. There’s a slowed-down version and a faster one now, and my original pacing sits between them. Each one has found its own pocket of listeners — some want to sink into it, some want to move with it — and the fact that all three coexist successfully tells me the song has crossed a threshold. It’s not just being heard; it’s being adopted. That’s what a cult following looks like: when people start reshaping a song because it already speaks their language.

What’s striking is how little of this was engineered. I’ve never bought promotion or paid for placement. Every listen has come naturally through organic linking, playlist sharing, and late-night rediscovery. The analytics show small surges from direct links — meaning people are sending it to each other, not stumbling in by algorithm. That’s how a song earns its staying power: not through exposure, but through personal connection.

I think that’s what people respond to in the edits — the restraint. A slow fade-out isn’t technical; it’s emotional. It lets the song exit like a memory instead of a broadcast. That approach has shaped everything I’ve done since. I don’t aim for perfection — I aim for presence.

People have started calling “My Scars Are Like Evidence…” a cult favorite, and I understand why now. The numbers confirm it, but it’s more than that. It’s about the emotional half-life of the sound — the way it continues to find new listeners years later and keeps showing up in different forms and tempos, each time meaning something slightly new. That’s what I care about most: making something that stays alive long after I’ve finished touching it.

I make these edits to find that feeling again — the quiet, human moment when a track stops being just a song and starts being a space people return to. If you’ve ever found one of mine that did that for you, then that’s the success I care about


I rebuild the end and put a fade-out. That’s why my romantic, deep, or slow beat music does so good. Send me your music cantsneakuponme@gmail.com I can work with you if I like what I hear. For real. Don’t hesitate. We may work a contract deal for backend profit if you’re short. 

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