back on my bullshi get at me for feats or beats

LAME

LAME (Official Audio)

Iniko - Jerico (CYRIL Remix)

Apocalyptic Dream's

I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up, 'cause I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply evil

[Verse 1]
Ayy, fuck it, I'm vicious and diabolical
And if I hit an obstacle, turn it into a particle
Holy fuck, it's my TikTok stalker
Knock him out and then plant a psychological disorder

[Chorus/Bridge]
Think I'm tapped out, tryna take a break (Tryna take a break)
Don't be the one that turns this day into a case (Tryna take a break)
Think I'm tapped out, tryna take a break (Tryna take a break)
Don't be the one that turns this day into a

[Verse 2]
Uh, sophisticated diabolical, I started it big
They think I'm rattled, but I don't mix rattlesnakes with my d- (Wu)
You know how it goes loud, crazy, but gotta be dark, y'know what I'm sayin'?
You know those dudes, "They'll eat off the hype," "They alright," you say
Holy fuck, it's my TikTok stalker, abominati

[Post-Chorus]
I don't wanna talk about it
Fuck, I don't wanna talk about it (Wu)

[Verse 3]
Go dumb, go dumb, go dumb and dumb (Dumb, and dumb, d-d-d-dumb and dumb)
Go dumb, go dumb, go dumb and dumb (Go, dumb and dumb, and dumb, and d-d-d-dumb and dumb)

HOLY FUCK ITS MY TIKTOK STALKER

[Intro]
One, two, three, four
(You ready?)

[Verse]
Gotta be the richest of 'em all, ball 'til you fall
Girl, I'm lookin' at you, what you lookin' at him for?
This my lifestyle, this my life now
Everybody, everybody (Look, woo, yeah)
You know who you talkin' to? This ain't no lil' ass boy
This a grown man, two rings, one on each hand
We in Oakland, poppin' up in all-black vans
The Warriors game, poppin' up in all-black Benz
Ah, good God, I love my life, I do
If I was you, I'd be hatin' on me too (Me too)
Let's go

[Chorus]
Gotta be the richest of 'em all, ball 'til you fall
Girl, I'm lookin' at you, what you lookin' at him for?
This my lifestyle, this my life now
Everybody, everybody

[Verse]
Uh, okay, let's do this one time
Big bouncin' on the beat, that's a goldmine
She asked, "Can you handle me?" (Woo) Oh, most definitely
I'm a good man, baby, with a whole lot of tendencies (Woo)
It's the beginning of the month, let's go get paid
I got money on my mind, baby, all day (All day)
If I told you what I made, you would go crazy (Crazy)
It's been thirty-three years, I'm still God's baby

[Chorus]
Gotta be the richest of 'em all, ball 'til you fall
Girl, I'm lookin' at you, what you lookin' at him for?
This my lifestyle, this my life now
Everybody, everybody
Gotta be the richest of 'em all, ball 'til you fall
Girl, I'm lookin' at you, what you lookin' at him for?
This my lifestyle, this my life now
Everybody, everybody

[Bridge]
Good God
My life
It's all day
My baby

Richest of Them All

(Intro)
Yo, check it. Remember that trainwreck? The one I thought was gonna kill me? The one that left me flat on my ass, pickin' up the pieces? Yeah, that one. Funny thing is, I gotta hand it to 'em. 'Cause if it wasn't for you, my ex... I wouldn't be this damn strong. So, thank you for the lesson, I guess.

(Verse 1)
You talked a good game, spun those pretty little lies,
Hid your true colors, behind those deceitful eyes.
Made me doubt my gut, made me question who I was,
Used to think your venom, was some kinda righteous cause.
But every single wound, every dirty little trick,
Just taught me how to heal, how to finally make it stick.
So thanks for the lessons, the ones I learned the hard way,
'Cause I'm walkin' tall now, shinin' brighter every day.

(Chorus)
So thank you, my ex, for breakin' my damn heart,
For rippin' my whole world, completely apart.
'Cause if it wasn't for you, and all your messed-up games,
I wouldn't be this strong, wouldn't be screamin' out your name! (In victory, not pain!)
(Not Pain) (Not Pain)

(Verse 2)
Used to cling to your bullshit, like it was my only light,
Thought your validation meant everything, day and damn night.
Lost my own damn voice, forgot what I believed,
All the joy and ambition, you systematically bereaved.
But in that shattered silence, a new fire started to glow,
Learned to love myself again, watched my confidence grow.
So here's to the broken pieces, the ones you left behind,
'Cause they built a stronger me, one of a different kind.

(Chorus)
So thank you, my ex, for breakin' my damn heart,
For rippin' my whole world, completely apart.
'Cause if it wasn't for you, and all your messed-up games,
I wouldn't be this strong, wouldn't be screamin' out your name! (In victory, not pain!)
(Not Pain) (Not Pain)

(Verse 3)
You thought you burned me down, watched the ashes hit the floor,
Thought my spirit was broken, couldn't take it anymore.
But from that damn wreckage, a new fire started to blaze,
Took all that bitter fuel, turned it into better days.
Every wound you gave me, every cut, every scar,
Just etched a map to freedom, showed me who I truly are.
So thanks for the inferno, the hell you put me through,
'Cause I rose from the flames, stronger than ever, thanks to you

(Chorus)
So thank you, my ex, for breakin' my damn heart,
For rippin' my whole world, completely apart.
'Cause if it wasn't for you, and all your messed-up games,
I wouldn't be this strong, wouldn't be screamin' out your name! (In victory, not pain!)
(Not Pain) (Not Pain)

(Verse 4)
So while you're still stuck, playin' your same old dumb games,
I'm climbin' higher, whisperin' different names.
My future's lookin' fucking brighter, shinin' like a damn star,
Left your toxic shadow, left it way too far.
Every lesson learned, etched in my fucking soul,
Made me whole again, finally made me whole.
So thanks for the wreckage, thanks for the goodbye,
'Cause I'm proof that you can't break me, no matter how hard you try.

(Outro)
You left me in pieces. I built myself back up. And now? I'm unbreakable. So if it wasn't for you, my ex... I wouldn't be this strong. And that's the fucking goddamn truth.

(Chorus)
So thank you, my ex, for breakin' my damn heart,
For rippin' my whole world, completely apart.
'Cause if it wasn't for you, and all your messed-up games,
I wouldn't be this strong, wouldn't be screamin' out your name! (In victory, not pain!)
(Not Pain) (Not Pain)


If It Wasn't For You My Ex

This song is about an ex that got jealous because he never got a song. He also lied to me, and then started telling my friends that I was a cheater, which I never cheated on anyone. This song is about what he did to me during the relationship, and as a best-friend.

He said my music sucked and he never liked it. Then as a birthday present he broke up with me the day before my birthday. Then when I was doing better he decides to contact me and throw non-sense right in my face.

When I wrote coming home to you he said he hated it, he was so jealous I wrote it because it wasn't about him but another dude.

Torrential Raign

🚀 The Story Behind the Track:

Collabs are magic. While grinding on a joint project with Hardloe, this track BLASTED out of nowhere—done in one sleepless night. Think of it as the sonic equivalent of a midnight street race: euphoric, dangerous, and over too fast.

For everyone who craves speed (on the road OR treadmill), this one’s your new nitro boost.

Still polishing the collab, but why wait? Here’s the fastest track I’ve ever made—in every sense. Turn it up and leave summer 2025 in the dust.

💥 Perfect for:

Pre-game hype 🏎️

Gym PRs 🏋️♂️

Festival mosh pits 🤘

TikTok edits of you doing dumb/heroic shit 😈

Warning: May cause sudden urges to rev engines or punch the sky. No drivers (or dancers) were harmed… probably.

Last Race

🔥 ‘WARBABY’ gets a Dark Latin Phonk resurrection—splicing trap grit with flamenco chaos and cathedral rave stabs. This ain’t a remix; it’s a hostile takeover.

🌞🎶 VAN STOFFEN PRESENTS:
After months of dark experiments (RIP sunny vibes 😈), I’m dropping my hardest remix yet—turning @sir-keem-carti raw rap into a Phonk-fueled, apocalyptic dance anthem. 

⚡ COLLAB ALERT:
This is just the FIRST of my secret collabs— Hardloe and MichaelBorth tracks coming soon!

🎧 LISTEN FOR:

Gospel Phonk 808s that’ll rattle your soul 💀

Flamenco guitars processed through a blackout 🌑🎸

"Walk baby" chants that morph into stadium drops 🏟️
"War baby" chants will motivate you to ACHIEVE EVERYTHING AND BEAT ALL THE STRUGGLES

📢 MOTTO:
"Life’s a struggle—keep walking, war baby."

🔗 Repost = eternal good karma ⚡

Original track:
https://soundcloud.com/sir-keem-carti/warbaby

WARBABY (Van Stoffen Dark Latin Phonk Remix)

[Intro]
Yeah... uh!
(Ha-ha!)
Stacks on stacks!
Let’s gooo!

[Chorus]
While y’all be hating, I’m making stacks,
Count it up quick, it don’t fit in the racks,
Eyes on the prize, I ain’t lookin’ back,
Stay in my lane while I’m paving the path.
While y’all be bitter, I’m building my throne,
Turning that hustle to ice on my phone,
Mind on my grind, yeah I made it my own,
While y’all be hating, I’m stacking these stones!

[Verse 1]
They throw shade, but I shine in the night,
Turn my pain into flames, now I’m burning so bright.
Every “no” that I heard turned my will into fight,
Now my future lookin’ gold when it’s under the light.
See, they whisper in the dark, but I’m loud with the proof,
Every bar that I drop, man, it’s carving the truth.
Dreams heavy on my back, I got nothing to lose,
While they watching from the bleachers, I’m lacing my shoes.

[Chorus]
While y’all be hating, I’m making stacks,
Count it up quick, it don’t fit in the racks,
Eyes on the prize, I ain’t lookin’ back,
Stay in my lane while I’m paving the path.
While y’all be bitter, I’m building my throne,
Turning that hustle to ice on my phone,
Mind on my grind, yeah I made it my own,
While y’all be hating, I’m stacking these stones!

[Verse 2]
I came from the dirt, now I bloom like a rose,
Turned my L’s into lessons, now my empire grows.
Every setback a setup for a bigger reload,
I got wealth in my spirit and a fortune in goals.
See, my focus unshaken, I ain’t hearin’ the noise,
They just mad ‘cause I’m stacking and I’m making my choice.
I ain’t flexin’ on the broke, I’m just flexin’ my voice,
Motivation in the beat, let the world rejoice!

[Bridge]
They talk, I work.
They stop, I burst.
They doubt, I prove.
I win, I move.

[Final Chorus]
While y’all be hating, I’m making stacks,
Count it up quick, it don’t fit in the racks,
Eyes on the prize, I ain’t lookin’ back,
Stay in my lane while I’m paving the path.
While y’all be bitter, I’m building my throne,
Turning that hustle to ice on my phone,
Mind on my grind, yeah I made it my own,
While y’all be hating, I’m stacking these stones!

While y’all be hating, I’m making stacks.

After a long year of creating, investing & working my ass off, Its FINNNAALLLYY time to release some music! This is a Remix of Robert miles "Children". Get ready to see plenty of releases this year. 

Love ya'll
- Cyril xx

Children

i been doing music for 24 years now, producer, pianist, sound engineer, & songwriter, as an Independent Artist (I DO ALL MY OWN ALBUM ARTWORK) which means i don't Collab sorry!........ sigh 
so please stop messaging me promo speech

While y’all be hating, I’m making stacks.

DVFBOI

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