FugaZy (prod. JXYLN)

[RO$ETTA]
this beat is getting me sleepy, so let me take a hit 
and let my mind drift off, deep up in the abyss
no more pain, for now i’m chilling but can’t maintain 
i bottle up my emotions to hide away the pain

i smoke a joint just to relax and help me calm down
but i’m still paranoid as shit and still anxious as
hell 
nothing is working no more, i’d rather kill myself
i put the gun to my head and that’s when the tears came out

but then i reconsider
take my hand off the trigger
what am i doing?
“yo zetta, you good?” “i’m never better” 
i’m on a broken road, yeah i gotta pay the toll
i’m just a lonely soul, waiting for my time to go 

i hit up MUDAH, i tell him to bring the buddha
i got so many problems to jot
i need a tutor, but yo
ain’t on no fake shit but i think i’m mentally depressed 
that’s why i need all these drugs but i’m strictly smoking sess 

[MUDAH]
my pain lives deep in my mind 
he’s bottled up all the time
writing rhymes like a slave 
for the mothafucking MUDAH mane
i get lost in the smoke
so roll one up 'fore i go
i cannot stay with you hoe i got ILL MINDED on the phone 
they said "mane, you down to roll?"
i said "you already know"
and so I head out the door and push that pedal to the floor

i do this shit for the team
count that money, get that cream
like a fiend for this shit 
this that shit you couldn't dream
i reached the top of the tower
same bitches call every hour
asking for kisses and flowers
but my heart been feeling sour 

i got my mind on the game
but never praying for fame
the more people know my name
the more pussies wanna hate
so stay the fuck out my lane, you pussy motherfuckers lame 
and I'm mentally deranged 
you better lock me away

you don't wan fuck with the MUDAH if I'm not high off the buddha 
this don't have to be a murder but I'm that ill minded shooter

[MILFORDDAGREAT]
and i’m supposed to be dead cuz i’m a WANTED $OUL
and just because you give good brain doesn’t make you ILL MINDED, hoe
been fucking with the fascination of suicide 
i don’t need a fucking ride or die, i’d rather have that nine by my side

and breathe in hella smoke, pull my cards then i toss my bones
bring me fame and fortune, rapping with the ILL MINDED SOLDIERS
greater than the heaven sent, that’s what the devil told us

now while i spit this simple flow for you simple minded hoes 
ima go and crush the herb up, put it in a bowl
then all my problems come caving down 
no one can save me now 
i knew it from the start how it’s supposed to play out

the only one home, lost up in the metronome 
all depressed, not fucking with the fam anymore
rolling up to kill the short term memory but now i sit back wondering where my life has gone

@rosettashawty666
@milforddagreat
@_joseph._.chavez_

ONLY FOR ILL MINDS

ONLY FOR ILL MINDS (PROD. RO$ETTA)

AFTER HOURS [Prod. Sachy]

[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 

YUNG ERIC DRAVEN

Everybody doubt me, hataz jus surround me 
Smiling in mah face but u talk bad when u talk about me 
I hate everybody 
Bouta coppa shotty
If u want an issue well I’m ready to catch a body 
I feel like I’m hades, everybody hate me 
High like a plane be, shit ain’t eva changing 
Shit jus been the same g, im just tryna make this cash 
I don’t feel ah damn thing, life been flying way 2 fast

Prod $ummer$
Mixed/Mastered by JohnnyDE4D



#bhvk

doubt me prod. $ummer$

Woe:
Bitch its quiet on the set 
Got em all thinking that i am the threat I’m upset 
They didn’t like me I’m a wreck 
I’m the fucking best when I’m dead yea bet 

Bitch my life up in a debt all my life i fucking bled for this shit i cannot rest 
Yea my life can be a mess but that’s more than what i kept 
All the regrets i done accept I’m the one to meet death but thats more than what i kept

Bet thats more than what i kept pussyboy good luck on death bitch i already know I’m set so i handle all the threats im runnin outta life so im onto the next and when i fucking die be the one you forget 

You can try to fucking break me just know that you can’t 
You can try to fucking kill me everytime you get the chance
If you fucking run up on me I’m gon have to run it back 
If you fucking with me then you fucking with the whole pack

Plainface: 
I’m just that dead boy 
That punk scum 
That will die young 
Can’t fuck with nobody 
That’s why I keep my hoodie on
Talk that shit 
Pussyboy go and try some
Talk that shit 
Pussyboy go and try some 

Lot of fucking clones 
Lot of pussies talking on me 
Like they want it no 
Fuckboys always talking lowkey 

But ion hear em tho 
Ion fear em tho 
Bunch of pussies 
Talking all that shit 
A bunch of weirdos 

Straight bitch made 
Talking all that shit 
Come run that fucking fade 
You ain’t bout that shit 

I’m bout that money 
Bout my skrilla 
Bout my brothas getting millions 
All these fuck boys talkin shit 
Don’t give a fuck you just civilians

$pookyboy:
I don't really wanna go back, back to the place idk (×2)
Spookyboy taking melatonin just cause he got a hollow soul
Don't ever wanna go home
Back to the place idk
Who know
All I do is wear all gold
I really don't got no hope
Black hollow soul
I Ain't really trust no hoe
Bitch I hope
You ain't talking about ours name hoe
Ak
You can run a fade
Drop that motherfucker in his place
You some bitch boy lames
Get the fuck out our way
Shouts out all the brothers
Plainface
He ain't play
One day we gon get payed
Then Will be at the top
Watch your fucking body rot
Watch your fucking heart stop
Bitch I
Bitch I hope
Bitch I
Bitch I hope you fucking drop

QUIET ON THE SET FT PLAINFACE,$POOKYBOY(Prod.Jewfy)

As The Sadness Turns To Anger

As The Sadness Turns To Anger (Prod. goth helma)

Lyrics

Imma get to the money 
By any means
  
These fuckboys 
talking up to me 
But I can’t hear a thing 

Friends turn to foes 
They all enemies 

Never showed love
Bossed up you can’t get to me 
 
Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Verse 1

You know that money callin 
And yea it’s coming thru 
These mothafuckas broke 
Mad not making no moves 
Going out sad gotta hate 
On what I do 
BeCause I do this shit 
way better than you 

Gotta sneak diss 
Like a little bitch
You ain’t on shit 
Heard your music 
And your mix 
That shit straight garbage 

Gotta run your lip 
Just to get some attention
Not to mention 
Yall ridin a pedo dick I do not get it 
Comparing us when you wanna be him 
So contradicting 

Verse 2 

And I never needed 
none of y’all lames recognition
Did this shit by myself 
Got my own fuckin wealth 
Now you mothafuckas 
Wanna fuck with me 
Cause I’m bout to blow 
Yall mothafuckas hoes 
Never copied nobody 
Always stayed original 
actin way too cocky 
While Soundin 
like a fuckin clone
Pipe 
Can’t be yourself 
Cause of you already know 
That you wack bro 

Imma get to the money 
By any means
  
These fuckboys 
talking up to me 
But I can’t hear a thing 

Friends turn to foes 
They all enemies 

Never show love
Bossed up you can’t get to me 
 
Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o

STEVE O! PROD PLAINFACE

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Lyrics

KUSHKOSTA

Wack ass rappers mane I put em on a hit list
All these mfs just some lame ass bitches
I don’t give a fuck I just really want the riches
Come close to me ima leave you needing stitches

Stay to myself cause I’m really with the quickness
Madhouse bitch ima stand on business
Run thru yo house and I leave no witness 
Bones broken, send yo mami what’s missing

Smoke another blunt, keep my mind from slipping
Mf the judge I don’t care bout forgiveness
Dissing on me ima fuck on ya mistress
Put em in the dirt, you is next on my hit list

In too deep in the pussy I am hitting
Don’t fuck w me ima have head missing
Flow hit hard like the powder I am sniffing
Madhouse bitch n yunno this shit is hitting, hoe

WYNTER

Im on the way fent laced in my blunt what the fuck is that look on yo face imma decay if she keep giving brain im insane still in pain from the day that i woke up called up kosta he tried to ask me if i was ok im in a state of rehabilitate intimidate my whole  way through the case i just say that im the greatest and i am the reason why there is some hate you is a joke if you run in my place glock make you drop now its blood clean  the stains im in a madhouse wit 5150s im going so krazy but it is too late i fuck wit sinners she let me up in her i roll up a splinter just know we aint safe 

ILLUSIONLUNA

51 50
when i’m in yo city 
we load up the semi 
and shoot out ya clique 
i’m swervin the chevy 
my k at the ready
go cut out the lights 
then we bust in yo crib
hittin up kosta i might get a zip for low 
bitch on her knees when i pop out the show 
choppa chopa you choppa choppin ya hoe 
pass me the blunt bitch im good off the snow 
stay the fuck out my section 
got evil intentions 
i came with a vengeance 
glock came with extensions 
i climb out my coffin 
i rip out yo carcass 
my choppa start barking 
these pussy hoes flockin 
i don’t know i don’t try cuz that shit might blow my high

817MADHOUSE - BLOW MY HIGH! (PROD. NFTR)

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