[LYRICS]

i live in a world that i constantly dread
fighting the urge to put bullet in head 
ideations of suicide, dreaming of lead 
entering cranium, now i am dead 
my final wish is that i’m casted out to sea 
so when i rise again
i cannot find my way back home
i cannot terrorize the land 

back from the dead hoe
better pack that lead, hoe
the ZETTA coming for your head
the ZETTA got you scared, hoe
ILL MINDED, bitch, get blinded
by the lyricism, wilding
going retarded, i’m spazzing, i’m blunted
you bitches are dummies, you bitches know nothing 

aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane

here we go, verse two
lemme talk my shit again 
all you pussies fake, your plastic face
i see right through you mane
trapping out the cemetery
burning green, and creeping steady 
on all of you busters mane
got my weapons cocked and ready

bullets they flying, ejecting from chamber
the weapons stay hot and my mind filled with anger 
going insane, pick a weapon and spray
ain’t no thought to my actions, you hoes are in danger 
running from all of this shit
bullets in ribs, what you get when you fuck with the stranger 
tell em, fuck em, rest in piss
don’t give a fuck about nothing except for the paper 

and if you looking for me, i’m out by the sea
motherfucker come meet your defeat 
stepping on the fucking scene, blade in my hand
for pussies, bitch i’m watching you bleed
popping, dropping bodies hoe, zetta defiant
yeah he never listen to me 
zetta is one of the reasons, you cannot defeat him
hit MUDAH, return with the fleet

aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane

cover by @drownstacyy

WASSUP MANE!

[LYRICS]

stay wit the motherfucking clique, no remorse on a bitch 
if you barking, we cut you up quick 
hoe know we keep the blunt lit, if you fuck wit my clique 
you the first one to get fucking hit 
zetta keep the bass bumpin, keep the blood rushing 
mind blown when you bump all my shit 
cuz zetta known to fuck with the frequency, take over shit 
make you lose common decency, make you all crazy 

blunt lit, smoke, make the room hazy
bitch i’m fucking cashed, whole body feelin lazy
jump, jump, when the bass bump, baby 
feel it in your chest, in the whip of your mercedes

bump it louder
turn it eleven while you take a fucking shower 
i don’t give a fuck
long as you with this shit and getting bucked
then we don’t got a problem, huh

but if you want a problem motherfucker come and set it
fucking with ill minded leave you bitches all beheaded
trippin off this shit, blowing smoke until my death
talking on my homies, i heard that you was a bitch

but you fucking wit the clique so i gotta put it down 
blade to your face what you gotta say now?
MUDAH in the back wit the motherfucking pack
MILFORD got the pump and he aiming for your back mothafucka, aye

SINISTER

COME AND SET IT

[LYRICS]

get buck, mothafucka, you a bitch
coming up out of the sewer, no turtle shell
but blade i have equipped 
for my enemies, they bleed
cut em up, then leave em stiff
tossing the bodies up overboard
zetta creeping out the mist 

on my motherfucking devil shit
triple six, i’m hell sent 
leaving bitches headless
torture chambers, darkness of abyss
murder clouds my brain
got the urge to make a stain
pack that plastic pistol mane
i put that teflon in your brain

for these bitches on my nuts
hear my beats they getting buck
you got a problem knuckle up
yeah motherfucker say wassup
you ain’t fucking know me cuz

coming up out of the crypt
stay blowing smoke up in this bitch 
leaving my body to rot, my soul trapped
it stays lurking in the mist 
coming up out of the depths of hell
where the ILL MINDED MILITIA dwell 
i chill with MUDAH, MILFORD, D, myself
light up a blunt as we kick our sounds

motherfucker you gon listen hoe 
kick it through your headphones
feel the bass knock you out cold
as we steal your fucking soul

GET BUCK

LYRIC VIDEO OUT NOW 

ENVIOUS̸ : 
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Mother, mother, mother fuckers always talking 
always talking like they know 
got my 40 cock it back 
and let that motherfucker go 
turn a sucka to a ghost 
turn his bitch into a hoe 
I got xans lsd
I got tabs on the low 
I got 5 down to ride and they all want the smoke 
I got killers in the cut sacrifice and snatch your soul
I got nines 
I got knives 
keep my blade on my side all the time 
wanna try me
I will take your life
no regrets
no remorse
yeah you know it’s homicide 
take ya life 
where you go
you ain’t shit 
you’s a bitch
you’s a lame
I’m the mane 
yeah wassup motherfucker
yeah wassup
yeah wassup motherfucker ay. 

BTD SPECTRE:
Smoking my blunt wont pass this weed 
you talking to me no fucking with me 
In the dark as I bleed only wishing for 3 
sixes im making my wishes proceed 
the devil embarking my conscious and talking to me and telling me please they get what they give only wishing for peace you talking to much wanna bleed they fucking with me no I can’t believe its hard to breathe no breaking bread with enemies no friend of me to stab my back and watch it bleed so left you high and dry in the dust and dirt for the birds to pick you clean just leave me b inside my room I smoke in peace 
 keep me from gripping that pistol and ending my life just to watch as they stand up above looking down on me 

RO$ETTA:
they talking about that killa
RO$ETTA that mane 
bitch i’m goin insane 
load the nine, cock it back, bang 
you know i don’t play mothafucka 
that zetta was raised as a hunter, i got aim
so you better believe when i pull up
motherfuckers gonna get they asses beat
i’m pulling up 3 deep, that mudah and milford
and z-e-t-t-a 

motherfuckers claiming that they gonna pull up
but they never wanna catch this fade
so they better protect they neck
or a mothafucka gonna aim right for they face
don’t give a mothafuck about a mothafucka 
bitch i’m from the 505 southwest mane
me kill and i creep, leave them bodies in sheets
i’m a fiend for the weed, and the cocaine

TALKIN THAT SHIT ( Ft. BTD SPECTRE & RO$ETTA) [Prod.SouljaByTheLake]

[LYRICS]
tell me how the fuck you maintain 
without these drugs up in my system i feel dead weight 
no life up in my chest and every step i fucking take
is like i’m walking on my way to hell, a sentencing 

so i’m just stickin to myself, just tryna get them dollars
i’m tryna make it out this fake ass town to the bahamas
sit on a pile of money, while my bitch is countin m’s
a private island, well secluded, i dont want no friends 

just wanna get high, take my brain into outer space
write raps and take that mothafuckin dope up to my face
stay dodging the public, i’m hooded up so i don’t catch no case
when i’m runnin out im keeping that blade cuz i’m not ever safe

i’m feelin a little bit under the weather, put me on a stretcher
i will never judge anybody that’s lesser cuz i’m not no better
i’m saying my piece at this point i’ll just roll on, not worth saying nothing 
cuz none of you listen, you rather be buzzin, ain’t up for discussion 
i know that they hate me, i heard the assumptions 

i look around and be a witness to them high tides 
them night time rolling cliqued up in them front lines
dollar signs, dollar signs on our fucking mind 
the only way to escape the pain is just wait your time 

nobody knows where we’re headed and just where we going 
i tell my boys we rolling out with just one fluid motion
one flick of my hand make the blunts switch
you can’t get into rotation, you can’t hang bitch

BURDEN

Jaded

[RO$ETTA]
rollin up a blunt to kill the short term 
never know where the fuck i’m going, a lesson learned 
i’m bleeding, i’m bleeding, i’m bleeding out, help
i need your love it’s a bandage and all your kisses stitches 

i’m going far away, never know what time or day 
just know that i’ll be gone but i will leave this song to play 
i know i shouldn’t have ghosted 
there was no other option 
i wanted you so bad
but i didn’t wanna cause no problems

i’m better on my own, keepin in my own zone 
fuck all the money, the drugs, the pussy, and all these hoes 
yeah, oh no woah 
i keep on smoking this bud
i keep on rapping this song 
these bitches hittin my phone
i’d rather be alone 

[ograbbitwalker]
all of my memories fade away
when i take another pill, like to think i’m okay
xanax bars, heavy scars, on my thighs, on my arms
but these battle wounds are what set me apart

oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
why my god never answering any calls
maybe his number has changed or i’m blocked
oh my god, oh my god
i don’t give a fuck, give me Klonopin i’ll be on Mars

one with the stars, how’d it start?
riding home in the back of the car
mama told me roll up my sleeves 
i went home and called the plug
oh my god, i’m so gone, disappeared in the fog
you’ll never find me again hoe
lil smoke-a-lot, oh my god

Coded Words (feat. ograbbitwalker)

Coded Words x ograbbitwalker

SOMETIMES THERES A DEMON INSIDE ME ft. LILWOEBEGONE

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? (Ft. RO$ETTA) [Prod.ENVIOUS̸] (UGLY MIX)

LOKRYPT X RO$ETTA - DUCK FO' COVER

something sleeps 
in my bones 
they all want me gone
they don’t like me there
i think it’s rude that they stare

i was weird and i know 
i didn’t want to be like them tho
so i dressed and i dyed
all the parts that i didn’t like

swap my parts 
and leave them behind 
i’m not perfect nor are you 
but like all with time 
you’ll see it through

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I JUST WANNA RAP [PROD. BY VDRIVN]

ILL MINDED
PROD. JASONSHOCKEYMASK
HMU FOR BEATS $$$ @illmindedrosetta

COME AND SET IT

RO$ETTA

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