on repeat!!! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

That shitttttt fire maneeeee 😮‍💨😮‍💨🙏🏻

I TAKING THESE HITS OFF MARY JANE‼️🗣🔥

Produced n mixed by RO$ETTA

(LYRICS)

RO$ETTA:

mane everywhere i go 
these haters like to talk shit
speaking on my name and the gang 
like they hot shit 
but i’m knowing they ain’t down
claiming they gon break a bitch
i’m smoking on that O, rolling bones
tell them suck my dick

cuz i ain’t got no time for a pussy hating bitch
mothafucka in my face
and best believe you getting hit
mothafuckas acting like they hard
and be talking out they ass
better back that shit up 
before i grab yo bitch and break her back

REMEDY:

hatin muthafuckas talkin shit out they ass
Steady cap rapping in yo tracks

Say dat shit wit yo chest
me n zetta lay ya busta’s to rest

ill minded left a mess of sum lil bitch boi brains im insane when i switch da flow 

Ya know we southwest killas
505 Black Mesa drillas

Roll wit militia known as da illest
Yuh we make ya feel it

We trillin 
Stacking paper to da ceilin
til we hit a million 

pop oxy no penicillin 
Try ta test, we get to killin hoe

HATERS X RO$ETTA (Prod. RO$ETTA)

[LYRICS]

mane i pull up wit the stick
drop 4, bag em up inside the freezer 
life is dangerous, shit gets reckless 
so i always pack the heater
45. hollow tips
or the nine millimeter 
it depends on how i’m feeling 
on that day, it could be either

it could be neither
shi i pull up with a forty
and a knife 
with a bottle of that gin 
and orange juice that sits on ice
while these pussy mothafuckas 
pourin lean into they sprite
unzip the pound and grind the weed up
pack that shit up in my pipe

now i’m lifted, like a blimp
but i’m sort of like a pimp 
the way i’m taking hoes money 
but leave em without a cent
while you bumming off yo momma
bitch im out here getting rich
i’ve been working off my ass
tryna get up on this shit

now i finally got it popping bitch 
sorry i ain’t dropping shit 
i had to get my craft right
before i came back in this bitch
now it’s back to back, mane rap to rap
you know it’s hit to hit 
ain’t fucking with no bitch 
you know that zetta mane 
ain’t barring shit

BODY BAGS

Lyrics:

I’m the southwest killa mane chillin in the dirt
I got 9 millimeters mane I’ll put you in a hearse 
I got fucked up thoughts in my head and in my mind 
I got thoughts of vicious murder mane committing a horrible crime
So I always keep a blade mane you know i never front
So I load up my new pistol and I go out on a hunt 
Keepin that weapon on my side in case a busta wanna go 
Bitch I’m reachin up for the gauge I’ll shoot yo ass if you want smoke 
Fuck, fuck with ILL MINDED mane we run anotha fade 
Killin busta bitch who talkin shit and dissin on our name
Mane we straight from 505, kickin the southwest
Motherfuckas actin hard until they ass is gettin pressed

THOUGHTS OF VICOUS MURDER [Prod. EVIL MY$TIC]

BLACKSHEEP- BOMBS IN THE TRUNK  [ft. RO$ETTA & Lunarnm] ON ALL PLATFORMS*

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)

PRODUCED AND MIXED BY RO$ETTA OF THE ILL MINDED MAFIA
COVER BY REMEDY OF THE ILL MINDED MAFIA

[LYRICS]

b-l-u to the n-t-s
is what i smoke
and what i roll
cheefing joints
that’s filled with hay
bump them speakers
is all i know
getting hella high
bloody eyes
let the smoke supply
cheefin like an indian 
you can call me chief so high

i don’t give a fuck
i’m rolling up 
smoking on that bud
burning up that flower
so my mind can ease up
on the cut
rolling up another one
smoke it all until it’s gone
then i kick back like a mack
go on and write a song

smokin in the southwest 
smokin in the southwest
rolling in the 505
cheefin up and getting high

my windows tinted
so i roll it up
and i proceed to smoke 
on a thousand blunts
the smoke is so thick
i can’t see what im toking
but only the flame 
when i pull on that junt
the fire is making my eyes so low
but my mind is up
somewhere so high
i’m mentally souring
up off of that quarter ounce
reached a new level 
up into the sky

so puff on that green
roll up on some joints
and split half with your team
making they ghetty green
counting up all the cream
smoke on a blunt 
then we all flee the scene
cuz that’s how doing this shit
mane all the way down in the 505
we pimping these hoes
smoking up, rolling bones
in the southwest, we getting so high

SOUTHWEST SMOKIN'

That southwest playa shii, so roll one and bump this shii max volume

Yvng & ILL MINDED Ft. RO$ETTA (Prod. RO$ETTA)

hearing sounds 

in the middle in the of the night 
i can hear the reaper calling
hear the devil say my name 
echo through the walls and
everytime i try to sleep
they say the same thing 
tryna take my soul
mane why don’t they let me be
shit i knew damn well
shouldn’t have fucked around with that shi
now i’m sitting, tripping 
end up caught up in the mix
evil shit going down
ritualistic demons creep my fucking head
seeing triple 6 shit

i guess the only option 
is to blow my damn top
always seeing shadows
in my room when i spark
full moon on the brink
now i think i’m boutta crack
find me in the closet
with my damn neck snapped
shoulda went to jesus
prolly could’ve saved my soul
now it’s too late 
damn deals been closed
never was religious
so i never could foresee
my entering of hell
satan bowing down to me

leaving 1st degree burns on a mothafucka 
mane
hot enough to melt hell, put them boys to a flame
evil than a mothafucka call me EVIL MY$TIC mane
if you fucking with my shit i put a bullet in the brain
ima southwest soldier, i already told ya
creeping out the 505, pump on my shoulder
they ain’t bout that evil, mane these mothafuckas scared
man i see the devil when i look into the mirror

666, can’t escape from this hell
shouldn’t have sold my soul
now this evil will prevail
mane it lives inside my head
waiting like a spell 
come and kill anyone 
falling down that well
not long til it takes over 
your whole town 
evil will begin to lurk 
hear it through this sound
bumping on yo speakers 
is a damn ritual 
RO$ETTA tryna hypnotize 
taking over souls

a moment of relief

i swear to god
i wanna die in my sleep 
i can’t ever get no peace
the reaper coming after me
he’s in my head
wont let die out in peace 
just burn my body til i’m dead
nah i don’t wanna live this dread

i know, you said
that i just need some rest
and i agree, i guess
ill pass out on my bed
cuz i aint slept, for real 
im tryna sleep off all this stress
take a walk into my mind 
and get a look at all this mess


yeah yeah most times it feels like 
i ain’t got nobody but myself
so i just wander in my head
and wonder about my health
hypochondria is affecting me
i need help bad
every little thing that i feel
i always think its bad

and i can’t live like that
i think im going schizo baby
i pack the gauge and blow my brains 
is how im feeling lately
fuck it, it’s how i felt
all my life wanted to die
i think ill finally do it 
send my soul into the sky

i just need some rest (prod. RemedyDaEnemy)

*NEW*

BACK FROM THE GRAVE;
SOMETHING NEW FOR THE SHOW IN ARIZONA JUNE 28TH.

G.O.D.S DIE SLOW POSSE

VERSE: I really miss my loved ones mane
Yea Fuck this world 
I’m ready go 
Cock my grip 
2 the dome
Half way dead 
Still singing these songs 
one more dance for I dip
Painting these pics 
Di vici rifs
These dead folks whispering secrets to a pimp 
it’ll probably make you sick
Flip yo bullshit world around
to understand my ghetto sounds
Aint nobody gon give a fuck 
Go Get skrill; mane knuckle up 
Knee deep in the devils mud 
& Howling up At this bloody moon
Make me rich
hoe make me new 
before I drop, tie the noose 
can give af bout all this shit
I’ll u show how to play the bones
An aztec warrior; on them hoes

Open up my casket
once again 
He turning wheels 
feel like everybody stabbing at yo heels 
boi this game can get so real 
I’m scratching off; On everything 
these psychic hands cover my eyes 
A 1000 blunts don’t heal my scars 
im jammin bones on ur blvd


pimp type 
Ligrent shit 
flip my misery to chips 
black mailing whatchu selling 
magic poems where I be dwelling 
can’t seem to shake these flames 
get letters from my bloody ghost 
follow me; bitch let’s go home 
Feel bad when my bro died alone

I FEEL BAD MY BRO DIED ALONE (FROM MY GHOST AGAIN)

[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)

505📍
⛧ ILLMINDEDREMEDY ⛧
ILL MINDED TIL I DIE!

Fade Away (feat. RO$ETTA)

RemedyDaEnemy

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