Cells

I don’t feel a thing
I’m just fucking up my cells
Tell ‘em I’m busy
‘Cause I’m living in my realm
And yeah—
It’s guaranteed that my soul going to hell
But what am I supposed to do? I wanna be myself

(repeat)
I don’t feel a thing
I’m just fucking up my cells
Tell ‘em I’m busy
‘Cause I’m living in my realm
And yeah—
It’s guaranteed that my soul going to hell
But what am I supposed to do? I wanna be myself

Lately I’ve been feelin’ crazy
Lazy ‘cause my life is facing
Shit that I don’t know how I can feel
Someone help me disappear
People wishing on my fall and I’ve been feelin’ kinda ill
My face is always so mad, so nobody is gonna come near
All my people have no clue who the fuck I am
Came up out the mud, don’t give a fuck and I don’t give a damn
Can you please stop cryin’? Knowin’ damn well you made who I am
Damn, I think I said too much—this mic is goin’ where I am

And I don’t really know why
They say to pray to the sky
I don’t know why
I only pray with a nine

(repeat)
And I don’t really know why
They say to pray to the sky
I don’t know why
I only pray with a nine

Cells (Prod. Lofi 付随)

Now if I rush would it be fun
I could make it by myself just me, myself and I I’m fine
I tell the truth, won’t tell a lie
But they say I’m out my mind
Say dev lie all the fucking time
Depicted as a bitch
I just found my true self
I don’t do this for the wealth 
Lone wolf stuck in a water well
And when they faking you can tell
Cuz they try to shake shit up over anything it’s not fair
From my experiences I say aye just be away
If they don’t wanna compromise they on some shit
Why the fuck you gone shed a tear
No need to conversate about the shit 
Better to stop and stare
Only fuck wit a nigga cuz he rare
Im a hoe if they are nowhere near
Hold my soul and my heart cuz my death is near
I can feel what u saying you faking there
Hold the phone stop that talk bad vibes In the air 
(And I can’t fuck with nobody if they gone hoe me 
You gotta show me 
You gone stay till the end 
You gone stay till the end)
2x
You gone stay till the end



All my demons wanna bite me
Fight me
But this fucking music trynna hide me
I see
All of this shit gone end up in doom
Someone tell my people they need to say sorry soon

Moon is in the sky when i wake up at noon
Full too, whos you, oh no you fool
Who told all these people that we need their food
Dev and i be drinking mango pineapple too

We dont care
We just stay tf out peoples hair
Melancholy Hill is dropping soon and they will never dare
To say anything about us because they are out of there
We hit More than classics
When they playing on the fucking stairs
You can say my mind like as big as dexters fucking lair 
This shit way to easy for my head and its not even fair
Smoking on gelato cuz i really dont need fucking air
After i blow ill be able to get some apple care

Mango Pineapple (Ft. UWUDEVØT!ØN)(Prod. Ras-Hop)

Ain’t No Stoppin

Ain’t no stoppin’
I’ve been locked in
I’m a fucking rocket
I’ve been fucking rockin’
In the studio with speakers knockin’

I don’t even much feel none no more
Smokin’, tokin’ on my dope
Tired of fucking up my throat
Ain’t no stoppin’ though

You won’t see me wearin’ no branded shit
Black tee from the corner store—my brudda fronted it
I copped my wood and then I dipped
The LSD, it got me trippin’, but I’m feelin’ like the shit
I need to stop with all the smokin’, but I wake up and forget

I’m like Frieza
I don’t even much like people, but I guess that’s more Vegeta
My bruddas pourin’ up—they don’t need no fucking barista
I told Uwu, “Tell Vodeine to never stop and never freeze up”
Like shoes, they finna Fila’s

I don’t need no fucking help—I’ll learn to do it
I’m from Houston where them poles be sayin’ screw it
Packs been movin’
In the studio groovin’
I be doin’ this shit so I don’t fucking lose it
(Just so I don’t fucking lose it)

(Ain’t no stoppin’ though)

Ain't no stoppin' (Prod. Kjturntt)

Mr. Chimney

I roll a Backwood, I’m called Mr. Chimney
Smokin’ one more—it’s a big possibility
Shit got me slow and I’m talkin’ ’bout mentally
Damn, I’m so high, think my mind is in Italy

Smokin’ the latest
This shit come from Cali
My girl hit it twice and she callin’ me papi
With all this smoke, man—who can deny me?
I am the plug and the middle man, ‘bout it

Smoke is all white, never clear
Shop never closin’, it’s not like a Sears
After I roll up, I feel I should cheer
This shit so loud, you could hear it if you had no ears

Attention, please
34 packs of the gas—not Reggie
34 more and hundreds next to me
Shit, am I woke? ‘Cause this feel like a dream
x2

Mr. Chimney (Prod. neverforever)

Trippn

A motherfucker like me
Trippin’, smokin’ on this ——— in another galaxy
I’m the bread maker, loaves been how a motherfucker eat
So I be starvin’, someone go ahead and spare me another beat
Huh, aye

I got shit inside me constantly, I’m simply tryna ignore it
This shit feel like an addiction, write a song when shit get boring
I’m not lyin’, man, these tabs—they got me up until the morning

One thing good about them hoes though—got me feelin’ like the GOAT
I be feelin’ like I’m chosen, gas incoming to the throat
Psychedelic kickin’ in, I think I see another ghost
I be so damn insecure, that’s why you see I never post
And everyone that’s doin’ that rap shit—y’all motherfuckers do the most

Huh, listen:
Only ever spendin’
Rent is due, it’s pending
I won’t invest in pendants
I had to set me up a stu,
Now I’m back in business
Fuck the money like I’m rich
No one’s goin’ against it

Trippn (Prod. Chxse Bank)

Melancholy Szn

I told my brudda that I think my style is only fucking decent
He told me that I’m crazy and to just listen to my recent
Mud inside his cup like this motherfucker got a Reese’s
We’ve been working hard, yeah—we’ve been picking up the pieces
Flow is dirty like I got some Nikes with some creases
Kill it like diseases
This Melancholy Szn
Taking all these tabs and I don’t even have a reason
We’re so fucking cold that it be always fucking freezing

And it’s Melancholy Szn taking
I’ve been running shit, don’t need no motherfucking leases
I’ve been mentally fucked up, but I’ma stack this bread at least
Fuck feeling—I’ma roll my pain inside this fucking leaf
Been chillin’, got no beef
Roll my weed, don’t run the streets
In the stu with Xan, I tell him:
“*****, where the fuck my lean?”

(What’d you say?)
Where the fuck my lean?
(Where the fuck my lean?)
Where the fuck my lean?

We’ve been building thrones, so now we’ll be taking up our seat
Rappers cappin’ in they raps—so no surprise when there’s a plea
Everyone jump to conclusions like some motherfucking fleas
Always spitting ‘cause I don’t have anybody left to please
Like a fucking eagle—40/20 vision when I see
I avoid the fucking snakes, so I don’t ever get to eat
Spittin’ like I’m at the mirror and I’m brushing on my teeth
And I barely fucking smile, so everybody think I’m mean

Melancholy Szn (Prod. Oliver Zhang) (Ft. UWUDEVØT!ØN)

Irrationality

I hate everything I see
Irrationality is deep
In my head
Damn, I’ll never feel again

I feel like I am okay and then I lose myself again
I just get back in my head
Never sleepin’ in my bed
Ayy

I’m so shy
‘Cause I stay inside my mind
Please don’t take that the wrong way, I keep a .40 by my side
But I aim at my head
I’m the only opp in my
Fucking mind
I don’t think I’m worth a dime
So I’m just writing all these lines


I don’t know
How I get myself to go
Anymore
People think that this a game
But it’s no joke
Only problem with myself is I don’t leave myself alone
Sometimes I don’t wanna be me, I’ma break apart my bones

Fuck it, this is who I am
If someone don’t like it, I don’t give a damn
I’ve lost my core, I won’t say it no more
But my soul is alone, I’ma do what I can
Someone just told me to have a lil hope
But how I’m supposed to cope when I’m weak like a can?
I’ma just breathe and get ready to leave
And roll me a Backwood to just feel some relief

I hate everything I see
Irrationality is deep
In my head
Damn, I’ll never feel again

I feel like I am okay and then I lose myself again
I just get back in my head
Never sleepin’ in my bed
Ayy

I’m so shy
‘Cause I stay inside my mind
Please don’t take that the wrong way, I keep a .40 by my side
But I aim at my head
I’m the only opp in my
Fucking mind
I don’t think I’m worth a dime
So I’m just writing all these lines

Irrationality (Prod. neverforever)

34th, I was just being a kid
I’ve been putting in that work ever since

I’ve been in fighting stance
On fire like I been a liar—just look at my pants
In love with the bread like I was born in France

I know some people that had this shit locked in, instead they fucking ran
Know people that catch them bodies, and they went and told on their mans
Know struggle will make me better—I’m just waiting for shit to advance
They finna know me like I work with fridges—and my name’s fucking Vance

This gas in my chest
It bring me relief
I fall on my ass
Don’t know how to breathe
Without the reefer
I don’t ever speak

My dad said I’m useless,
MF clueless
Spit on his face like I spit on these beats
I’m running this shit
Like I’m wearing these cleats
Sheets of acid making me dream

I come from 25 cent chips
Call ’em out and they get defensive
I’m so damn reckless
I just be smoking asbestos
Can’t you tell I’m the best in
Rapping—I am not second
Till I end up in a casket
Put all my eggs in this basket

These fuckers come from the dirt
But I come from bedrock
I don’t do nothing but hurt
I’ve been so real since my mom gave me birth
These people didn’t fuck with me—now they all lurk

That shit be funny as fuck though
Didn’t no one open the front door
I was down smoking that fronto
I never changed—couldn’t wash no
I captured it like an Elgato
I swim in the sea now like I’m a pescado
And these rappers just cap, oh 

My momma done told me
All of this gas gon’ destroy me
I feel like can’t no one  hold me
I’m tryna write down my story
I’ve just been chasing the glory
Smoking that gas with my homies
I don’t feel shit—I’m trynna drown in the codeine
I’ve been unlocking this shit like I’m coding
Now I be washing, I never be  folding
Fuck all that shit y’all be saying—I heard it
Before it had dropped, and my shit got ‘em floating
I don’t do nothing but loathing myself and
that’s why I’m so good at this shit
Never capping—just growing

Asbestos (Prod. Noizy)

NEAT

NEAT (Prod. Fukk2Beatz)

☺︎︎ MelancholyHill ☹︎
Based on a true story 
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