Happy Ren Day !
Both Tracks Prod. By Vdrivn

Pay The Price (Ft. KushKosta)

[MILFORDDAGREAT]
get the pump unload da chamber, Milford has been acting up 
light green is what I’m smoking on as i channel da demons into my room 
pentagram on da floor surrounded by candles, demons will soon enter da room 
poor a glass for da devil as i sell my soul 

evil intentions riding with da cult, headless men chanting “The Great “ 
step out of my body and into my soul, all I hear is demons in my ear all da time 
saying “no one cares, so why waste your time?” 

suicide mention it all of da time, it’s on my mind 
riding with da shotty, RO$ETTA grippin on da nine 
killing beats no one is doing it like him and i 
it’s because we got All Wanted $ouls and demons on our side
 
devil comes in different ways, da shit that fucking pays 
i’m repping All Wanted $ouls to da fucking grave, i was screaming tripple six till da devil showed his face 
i’m living real good but soon i will decay fuck 

[RO$ETTA]
see i’m peeping around da corner, and i’m checking in rooms
i’m seeing illusions, hearing screams, it’s in my head i assume 
blood dripping down walls, and body parts are scattered all over too
a shadowy demonic figure appears to take me to my impending doom 

devil gets a hold of me silently, yeah he talks to me quietly
“load da gauge and go hunting, want you to go on a killing spree”
sacrificing da holy ones, drain they’re blood, put it in my cup
bitch i’m harvesting organs, organize limbs to a pentagram

im that devil mane, going insane, i take you to my temple mane
what’s your name?, nevermind it don’t matter, i’m gonna kill you anyway
butchering, cutting and stabbing, so you can stop resisting mane
slaughtering, then go back to my temple and smoke up on my mary jane

six hundred sixty six, demons they tell me to kill everyone in sight
i know that i must obey, or else da devil will come to take my fucking life
once i am finally done with da killing, lean back in my chair, its time
to take off my mask, show my face, and stare god in da face with this plastic nine

DEVIL SHYT (PROD. RO$ETTA)

JohnnyDE4D
 
Lyrics 

I been damaging mah brain, think im going down the drown 
Got no time 2 complain, so im high like a plane
Mah blunt full of romaine, Coz mah mind like Ukraine
I don’t wanna feel a thang, execute me like Hussein
 2x

Mothafuck the government, I guess ima terrorist
Yeah I talk 2 the DE4D, mothafuck a therapist
Pussyboy talking shyt, betta say it wit ya chest 
I jus want some peace of mind, there’s a war in my head
2x

Fuck what ya thinking, neva gonna change up
Bitchboys mad at me, coz they lame as fuck 
I don’t needa fuck with u, I ain’t showing any luv
2 much trauma, bad habits I can’t get rid of 
2x

Mixed/Mastered by JohnnyDE4D

MindLikeUkraine - prod. dxnilukx *lyrics in description*

[ENVIOU$]
rollin up so many blunts
bitch I don’t know what to do
ridin with ZETTA and MUDAH
you know that we movin 
i got me my new crew 
bitch I keep my blade tucked
keep a strap we bout to shoot
yeah you know that’s how it is
and you know that’s what it do
i’ve been chokin, overdosing
hoping that I’m okay
thinkin the weed will ease the pain
but it never feels the same
mane I need a new escape 
but I guess I’ll spark a j
man I’m always feelin drained
this is just another day

[RO$ETTA]
take the buddha, roll it up
mothafucka light the blunt
and let it pass around
til our lungs get stuffed
cuz i need to get little bit faded
before i get paid 
it just lightens my spirits up so
when you see me around, about
all in your area, know that i’m never not high
just look in my eyes, are they low?
are they red? am i never not one with the sky?
you know, i’m stoned 
a couple of hoes and i’m making them blow O’s
you know, we smoke
so pull out the ink let me light up that indo
dro got me slurring
vision blurry cuz i’m off that ink
lay back in my bed 
it hit my head that w-e-e-d

[MUDAH]
smokin a blunt to relax 
and take the stress up of my mind 
MUDAH been going and going 
through all the emotions 
it’s time to take that flight 
roll up the blunt
light that shit up
and turn them motherfucking speakers up
ILL MINDED ready to blow
explode from all the fucking indo smoke 
so just for the night 
i leave that shit behind
and roll with ILL MINDED and vibe 
you know we slowly creeping with the 9 
ride through 505
you know we blowing smoke 
and getting high 
that’s ILL MINDED style 
roll up the joint
and set that bitch on fire
sending us straight to the sky

HIGH IN THA 505

HIGH IN THA 505 (PROD. RO$ETTA)

Lyrics: 

Thinking on a mistake 
did a little bidding in my head space 
sold my soul to stay away from mis taste 
disgrace thinking bout my dumb face 
scattered fuck it shatter heart and leave me in my worst place 

 motherfuckers only care about the baggage only passing verbal passive fuck a passion 
lets just follow what hes doing maybe cash in catch em lacking 
never worried bout my death its only matter time it happens 

watch em gather round they circle like the birds above
puffing on a jay up in the other hand a blunt 
Smoke to face I like the taste of poison up inside my lungs
always blood in hand im coughing up my body not a pun 
always doing drugs what started out for fun 
only taking what I can but lately I be smoking till my vision faded body stiff and numb
fuck it up dont give a fuck about it wont be here for long 
Reaper never distant always linger im the vagabond
abbadon
 rest in piss you piece of shit no peace for leeches dead and gone 
plenty out for me the others hate but talk about my songs
fuck around and find out why im always in my head along 
Ripping and tripping prescription split I take a hit and gone 
Spitting precision the blade done slitting vein im living wrong  
Running no stunting id rather puff the weed inside the bong 
Dejected impressing whatever’s left instead I write this song 
Now lay in bed I look up at the ceiling 
empty heart I long 

Wishing 
this was the end of it all think I’m kidding
I look for a sign or some hope but it’s distant 
In head know it’s wrong but abusing decisions 
To vices now numb feeling dumb always living dependent 
I can’t get away got no ice or no pendant 
Depending I make it no matter I’m sending in life with a

message of give it and sinning repent for a feeling no god in the ceiling it shatters like glass as I fall never kneeling my face got no place in this world why I’m peeling my skin from my bones to be close to these demons berating or hating no matter they with me forever pariah dejected come get me or leave me alone 

In this hole I rot inside my tomb no light it’s dark just like the womb could I presume that  life on pause will not resume so grip the pistol know im doomed 
My eyes now white just like the moon

VERTIGO. (Prod. YUNGMEXIC$NBIH)

TRACK #1 “NO DISCUSSION”

APPLE MUSIC - https://music.apple.com/us/album/no-discussion/1767176614?i=1767176615

SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/album/0ANG47CrpYOWQsBBtfLBYR?si=YkCvy-VcSZaOzU1aC9BGiA

LYRICS

- WYNTER -

Im on the block 
you get popped 
just for stepping wrong 
i got two twin glocks
them shells hot this aint yo section hoe 
imma cold nigga 
and that shit is not debatable 
Wynter put a dot on yo head dont try to save its gone 
who on top the house 
why not 
its hell to try and stop 
us now 
send shots 
you hear da pop duck 
down fuck around ill make ya soul lift off the ground 
smell the blood im sending hounds them choppa sounds will bite you down 

- KUSHKOSTA -

Windows down in my Chevy riding clean
Blacked out Glock with a laser red beam
Kill us or fall we gone take everything

Madhouse bitch since 2016
Been slanging zips til I was 19
Now I’m gotta work just to keep my record clean

Trynna stay on top I don’t wanna hear a thing
Fuck these rappers they ain’t really what they seem

Most of these pussies just rapping bout fuck shit
Member them shows that we thru in the function
Madhouse on top bitch there ain’t no discussion
Madhouse on top bitch there ain’t no discussion

Most of these pussies just rapping bout fuck shit
Member them shows that we thru in the function
Madhouse on top bitch there ain’t no discussion
Madhouse on top bitch there ain’t no discussion

- ILLUSIONLUNA -

bitch empty yo pockets don’t make this a murder
i run up the gat call em back on the burner 
the sky turn to black 
as i flick off tha ash 
and i dump out the mag of the ak
got the motha fucka screamin out mayday 
ba ba let that mothafucka decay 
madhouse runnin laps no relay 
then i dump another body on tha freeway
now you acting all sad but you was acting tuff
cry to ya comma cuz i called ya bluff 
heard you was dissin bout all kinds of stuff 
mane you a bitch imma turn ya to dust

817MADHOUSE - NO DISCUSSION (PROD. BY THORNS)

Produced and Mixed by RO$ETTA of The ILL MINDED MAFIA

COVER ART by REMEDYDAENEMY of The ILL MINDED MAFIA

PHOTO CREDITS: @_ro3___ on INSTAGRAM

Fade Away (feat. RO$ETTA)

[RO$ETTA] 
internet love
on the gram, shawty dm me
ima stay the night for a band 
at the bnb
i tell her come through
leave your friends 
it’s just you and me
and baby let me fuck
let our love blow like tnt

i look into her eyes
shawty know it’s true love
she got me in the skies 
yeah, this love and this bud
mane, i’m getting high 
she put liquor in her cup
mary jane by side
but ???? im tryna cuff

[ENVIOU$]
fuck all these bitches
who be tryna grip my dick
i know you nothing, making assumptions 
bout some shit that you ain’t know
you just another dumbass hoe
who talking shit up on the low
i got no room for your love
and no room for your soul

i’m wasting my time
and ???
and thinking bout our fucking life
and if there’s something
are we loving, are we fighting, are we fucking
what the fuck is going on with all this shi
and are we fine? 
is there something going on, and are we gonna be alright?

INTERNET LOVE [UGLY MIX] (PROD. RO$ETTA)

CoolinGuitar

ADAMN KILLA X KWEST - AT THE MALL (Prod. customgoaliemask x rangerlacave)

featuring @wavyxjones

prod. @cutoffurmind