I waited 7 months for a new track and it was worth it 🖤🖤

Almost two months have passed since the release of this song, but I still listen to it)

@clyptic
@yvngpvnk

lyrics: 

I ride with tint
That’s all I hear
Whip too dark 
See crystal clear
This black don’t see no preyin eyes
My dusk drawn shades see dead for miles
I’m geeked up cookin in a wasteland solo 
Explore this shit mark heads no polo
Imma bitch lova
These men despise
My chronic taste where ego dies
Ride on

If I’m bein real
I’d love to see you fuckin die
Sick of listening 
Cause girl I know you fucking lie
Imma empty out this ten fold
I know you’re here
Was i so wrong?
One night your gone

Life really ain’t fair that much at all
Two heavens
Betta pay up, up the law
4 months going down 
through a hell an back
tombstones stand on the grounds
Now I’m fallen flat
Bitch
I don’t really wanna pop out
Cause the drugs don’t hit
Yeah the alc - don’t  - bounce - me - up
Fuck 
Labelin my shit now
Wanted for a minute
Now we cuttin out the background

I can spaz on beats all day
Homeboy let her wash away
not my fault but yet it is
So sorry man let’s handle biz

I don’t need fists to solve my shit
But yeah I ain’t no saint
I’ll break up lips
These cracked up chappers runnin mouth
They buggin
Finna hold my own
Layed out, you duckin

IT WHAT IT IS BOY
YOU AINT NO KILLA
SITTIN PRETTY YOU A BITCH BOY
TALK MY SHIT GO HOME
CUCK ASS MOTHAFUCKA THUGGIN
HE WAS SUCKIN ON THE TITTIES OF A BITCH
HE THOUGHT WAS LOVIN ALL OF HIM
SHIT WAS IN YOUR HEAD
LET EM KNOW MY NAME
TILL THE DAY IM DEAD

It’s not that I care about you
I fuckin hate yo guts 
Stop
Rip that pain up out you
I know you in a rut
But fuck that!
Promise to myself I’m finna clean up
Help heal all the ones I love
been dependent and a sinner 
fuckin early through the winter
All the hearts I’ve stolen broken in a month
Fuck was it worth

I can spaz on beats all day
Homeboy let her wash away
not my fault but yet it is
So sorry man let’s handle biz (x2)


I know your a just a waste of time
I know your heart will break like mine
Winter, summer it don’t matter
Time will heal before it shatters
Fuck I loath that emptiness
You breakin up I love this shit

It ain’t no secret 
I’m not bloated from my self worth
I keep the pressure on my mental
Cause the truth hurts 
I think I'm destined for some greatness
But this hearse works
Can’t pop no pill
Or else my brain will
Think I'm damned cursed!
I fuck up plans
These words mean shit
Wash dirty hands 
Up high I held my shattered gun
The bullet bounced 
Right off my tounge

Wanna talk about it
Run about it 
end up in the car now
Fuck her on the table
Washin dishes
Needin love how
Pretty boys need pretty shit
Cause life don’t care boutta dirty bitch
I’m dead

✧ nights move fast ✧ (prod. yung jash)

die for none! (prod. papapedro)

lyrics:

I think a murder spree in order
For my personal retort
Cut copy information travels
That boy pussy, out of order
Trauma settles, inner presence 
It done made you someone else 
But no excuse for all your ignorance
Can you save you from my hell

I’m boutta put 10 shots
In yo back pocket 
An you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some “bad” chronic
You’ll pass on me,
I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1
Cause ya body ain’t move 
Till the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble
For all that shit that you just did

My brother turned me a to a bitter soul
Who’s spun up in the head
I’ve have to live with burnin images
That haunt my love with dread 
I can’t compete with charismatics
Simply cause I ain’t built
To have a ragin narassicm paired with 
 psychopathic guilt 

So fuck, you ride for me?
Cause all the time we had
Was lived with flawless execution 
Not a fate gone bad?
Done givin up conflict for their sake
If I want that war better know I’d take it
Put somebody in my place to fuck my bitch
So I would die alone

I see you pivot like the snakin fucker that you are
Uh
One day you love em than you switch up
screaming “holy ego!”
Background music 
till I’m pissed off and act out 
A fact don’t lose
Till it’s charmed and it’s sat down
A pact we made yeah self to self
I been backstabbed once I don’t plan on the next round

Oh yeah
I don’t know
How you move so manifold
You spread yo wings
Witta locked - in scope on things you want
But couldn’t hold
Manipulate with lusted dreams
You feed on what they give to ya
If rooted, I am jealousy, but tell your girl
Who you have breached

night walker (prod. yung jash)

STO_MP (PROD. SOLSA)

lyrics:

I get this feelin only one way
Better answer the door
I know the kids feel nostalgia 
So I betta the cause
An im a product of the people
Who just ran this amiss
We feelin, out of touch
So we bury the past

I’m on a train fulla heathens
Headed southbound 
I pull a fool out my pocket
While we livin it up
I act the same in the presence
Of my fueled friends
Needa boost to they ego
So they kickin me out

I’m screaming no way
You can’t! Speaking to me like I am
No - thing! I ain’t
The proudest owner, fucking use me
Just drown inside the hole
When a conscious deem me relevant
Filled with lust I’m goin at her

Safe in the sound, but it don’t goes
Suffered and sickness, overload 
If I know manic, you a damn prowess
Wallow in scenes, an episode
I can’t get nothin right 
It seem my word is epidemic
Life in a wild place
But really it’s so damn unsettled 

Speak your name in every language
Cause you so conceited 
Back when you were signs 
Of growin proper, foolishly believed it
An now I’m sitting on the edge
Cause I feel I fucked my chance 
Alimony to myself and give the funds 
To make a stance

Can’t the kids just give a fuck
Seem to me there ain’t a way
Proper mix of apathetic apparitions
With no face
Life is killa, loathe sin with eyes
We all just passed out
Train tracks, tied to the side
I wanna, feel something 
Maybe get some of the purpose out it
It’s not that sad to see the futile, old and traveled summit

So fucking figure it out

I had a thing for the bitches 
That were get go 
On the move for them riches 
Second natured to love
But now the facts of a fallacy 
Gon latch on
Tellin girly bout her man 
And how he fuckin it up

I’m screaming no way
You can’t! Speaking to me like I am
No - thing! I ain’t
The proudest owner, fucking use me
Just drown inside the hole
When a conscious deem me relevant
Filled with lust I’m goin at her

Place in your existence 
Yeah you’ll be here whether liked or not
You hope for form of matrimony 
Killed with hope you slowly rot
For life without you suffer
Unhand me holy mothers
For fucked in spite of grudges kept
I leave my life with yours at best

Case been allotted
You were never close friends
An playa got his dick wet 
Before they held hands
Just a comment, I struggle with the truth
I think I’m cursed for being honest
You meet me with resentment
So I rewrite all my topics

nervexx

why we scream. (prod. morecalcium)

cover art by @turpledaggers (ig)
mixed by @shewaslikeheroin (ig)
@sugszeey (ig)
@shneakywithit (ig)

lyrics:

(vexx)
Time got stopped
So I’ll wait a minute
Roll heads for I go, need a subject
Self made, neva need no opinion
But when your shawty here an ducking
She gon tell me that I look good

Tear me from the gutter, throw a lifeline
Imma little under pressure
Think I need a little love
But I’m steady staying ready for the right type
Bet if I got to lead her to the door
Id take her home
Takin the loss I hit a switch up

Pop that, fienin, off benzos
Can’t be livin in the past
Where you been bitch?
Flow immaculate, it feel psychedelic
I make your trip up over nothin
Keep it clean when your brain splat

Now the kids don’t, don’t fuck wit us
Neva caring, call it sad, but they popping up
Incremental, how we creeping
Underground into the mainstream
Hatin cause I’m grinning
Watch your act, you wanna stay clean

Imma spin it, tap that win it
Fly mothafucka
Keep them rags up out my business
Funny how you working OT, dying, peep that 9 - 5
See me passed out, an I got none but time bitch!

(sugs)
Rip up the fine print
Hate a “pick me” kid, been itching to find sense
Kicked her out, the prying get under my skin
Cue the crying, cue the tiniest violins
Can’t spill, spilled once, got fucked over
Dodge q’s, get drunk, ten King Cobras
Need my silence, Depeche
Crack wrists, get dressed, get sunk, now funs over
Green inside the blunt and the cup with the color ube
Dirty pic from Pippa, i’m trippin out to the UK
Shop in piggy latin i’m picking up something ewnay
Y’all are fools gold, what more can you fools say?
Plots on, know i’m too late
show up nothin but a dart and a cool case, kneel down
Spark da grass call em Neil, mayn
Show face, greet, grit teeth, aw man
Peel out, foot off the edge
Stuck in between the attack and defense
Can’t fool me, me and Nerve like two face
Two fingers from the pinky stand up so please don’t

(vexx)
Don’t, don’t fuck wit us
Neva caring, call it sad, but they popping up
Incremental, how we creeping
Underground into the mainstream
Hatin cause I’m grinning
Watch your act, you wanna stay clean

Imma spin it, tap that win it
Fly mothafucka
Keep them rags up out my business
Funny how you working OT, dying, peep that 9 - 5
See me passed out, an I got none but time bitch!

Stature be ya weakness, got me having a look down
Shortest straw up in ya genus
See selection made the rounds
Flic me, big body, savvy, been too capable it’s facts
Neva pressed to seek attention rather keep me under wraps

Imma, throat killer, back stabbed filler
Scan my circle, didn’t see no winners
Realness in the brain, know it run through my capillaries
Then why do I keep seeking out my self as an adversary?

(sugs)
Please bring an adversary, need to clash
These brass rings to teeth could
Take things from bad to very worse
Beat em til my hand loose, no Fast and Furious
See, got no more damn room for man in my chariot
Making a pile, can’t take any mine
Wash face when I wake then break down inside
Can’t pay for the price that it cost to be fine
Got lots on the plate but no peace of the mind
Get busy, no bad thoughts when lost in the kizzy
Swinging through the stars off the cart, Miss Frizzy
Parked bus at the back of bank, with a big ass bag
Part the teller from the bills, no kidding

lifeline w/ sugs (prod. shneaky)

Art by @sammyfendi via IG

Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by TRIPLE777

LYRICS:

Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
The matrix treats us all like mental patients no bitch I got no patience we all under surveillance,
The CIA tryna make us all complacent the NSA gets paid and then all our taxes get taken,
They keep you spiritually shaken,
Jesus Christ is the only way to salvation,
Hacking into life I’m Patrick Bateman,
This a break through psychiatric break in,
3rd eye open manifest high fashion,
3rd eye showin that I best take action,
I’ll die knowin god blessed my passion,
I’m open to it all that’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
Check it,
Feel my energy a Motha fuckin beacon 
a vessel of god you can feel it when I’m speakin,
I would never give it up to any of these demons 
Ima make em fall and I ain’t talking that season,
You fuckin punk bitch,
Who the fuck you think you playin with you dumb bitch,
I hope that sunk in,
I be really livin everything you bumpin,
Recently I had to watch my back myself,
And reassure everything that’s whack I felt,
Sorry not, (NOT SORRY) sorry to the hell,
They was tryna keep me all up inside of a cell,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction.

SORRY, NOT SORRY

SORRY

lightshow in the dark. (prod. morecalcium)

Nothing changed. 
Featuring (in order):
@__yaffe__
@orgetplus
@nickgismyname

Produced by none other than the goat @rulz.on
Artwork by goat @spiiral_

Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/track/06Rq5NXbgzjAO7UlGV0OF2?si=iK5YrFXMTUiPj21Ait1SpA&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A25BQBxCOX87df1eleFbPgg

AINT A DAMN THING CHANGED! feat. Yaffe, Orgetplus & NickG (PROD. BY RULZ ON)

More to come hope u enjoy
get freaky babeh

saphye on that boy no doubt

bxtch im too sick make a tummy vomit

baby i be feelin i dont have a purpose 
lazy eye be ceiling so i do deserve it
too deep almost crash so i do the swervin
when it comes to good lovin girl i do the servin

light
color
soft
within u i feel open
get fxckxd up until im numb
tell u what i really want
i fxck u we'll turn into one
girl for me theres nowhere to run

girl its what u do to me
cant be rude to me
she
getting nude for me
like my movie freak
fck like righteousness
ur good babeh
would u ever get wired
yea i would babeh

let that shxt go what a damn same
when u waste ur time 
playing damn games

fast cars spending large
everybody want it but cant get that far
really did i ever tell u we are all stars
i cant stop my shxt too 💥

WHAT I REALLY WANT

You don't need 
To explain yourself anymore, anymore
You don't need 
To explain yourself anymore, anymore

It's time you stop
Being on defense
It's time you stop
Being on defense

Let others
Figure you out
Figure you out
Figure you out

You were never to blame
You were never to blame
You've always been the same
You've always been the same

Something happened
Long ago
Something happened
Long ago

Let others
Figure you out
Figure you out
Figure you out

You'll never know the truth, or
Do you want the truth
Do you want the truth
Do you want the truth

Clear your mind
From this clout
Clear your mind
From this clout

And,

Let others
Figure you out
Figure you out
Figure you out

lightshow in the dark. (prod. morecalcium)

nervexx

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