feel like carti p. eros

father 4give me </3
p. 38
*04172025

lyrics: 

rollin in a bently, gotta watch out for police
i heard them niggas mad cause i finally got a piece 
diamonds on my body, rolex watch a masterpiece
countin’ all this dough, like my pockets got a lease
money, power, respect, that’s the holy trinity
ain’t no half-steppin’, cause we do this shit with eaze
bankroll heavy, need a baddie vietnamese 
glock still dirty who am i stop the peace?


ridin’ through my city, hella diamonds on my teeth
i can’t even lie this shit make it hard to breathe
i can’t even lie this shit make it hard to speak
smoking zaza in miami everyday just like the heat
pull up to the function now we fuckin up the scene
i remember i ain’t had nothing that shit had me losing sleep 
no food up in my plate, ain’t have a decent meal to eat 
and i never wanted problems but my blick want all the beef

rollin in a bently, gotta watch out for police
i heard them niggas mad cause i finally got a piece 
diamonds on my body, rolex watch a masterpiece
countin’ all this dough, like my pockets got a lease
money, power, respect, that’s the holy trinity
ain’t no half-steppin’, cause we do this shit with eaze
bankroll heavy, need a baddie vietnamese 
glock still dirty who am i stop the peace?

holy trinity

.cowardly dog type beat.

Growing Up (prod. vanquish)

.i wish i could remember.

Where Am I

prod. by me https://soundcloud.com/luv_armor
cover art by https://www.instagram.com/bleak7x/

heartache (my heart hurts)
all the time (i don’t mind)
we’ll meet (we’ll meet again)
down the line (i don’t wanna be alive)

check my vital signs
now it’s clear that i died
but you don’t care so i’m sayin’ goodbye

check my vital signs
they’re as clear as the sky
yeah, i’m no longer here
so just say your goodbyes

i know you hate me so much
but i’m in a coma
just go n’ smell the roses
yeah, i know that it’s over

heart cold, minnesota
pour it up in my soda
it’s how i died on the sofa

yeah, i thought about buyin’ a gun
yeah, it could be some fun
watch as they die or they run
yeah, the taste of the blood..

baby, you don’t care about me
like you could live without me
i scream, i’m fucking shouting
as the world fall around me

everything i love is turning to dust 
yeah, i know i’m so fucked
sweep me under the rug..

i destroy everything that i love with my touch
i use your love as a crutch
this liquor’s holding me up..

you speak to me in my dreams
when i wake up, i bleed
they gave me no time to grieve

i know you hate me so much
but i’m in a coma
just go n’ smell the roses
yeah, i know that it’s over..

heart cold, minnesota
pour it up in my soda
it’s how i died on the sofa

yeah, i thought about buying a gun
yeah, it could be some fun
watch as they die or they run
yeah, the taste of the blood..

minnesota

iTunes

rip my dawg
p.4008
*07252025

lyrics: 

i used to roll deep, but now it’s ghosts in the whip 
lost my homie to the streets, but now i roll with a stick 
crusin’ down the block with a whole lotta clips 
tryna get back for a whole lotta shit
i used to roll deep, but now i roll with a switch
lost my dawg to the pound, with a whole lotta blicks 
crusin’ down the block with a whole lotta clips 
tryna get back for a whole lotta shit

money stacked tall, but to me don’t mean shit
got the devil in ear, telling me some sweet shit
glock 19 bouta go hit a lick
glock 19 blowing holes thru his shit
money on my mind, but this money go quick
and my grind so relentless, ima make it back quick 
heart 2 cold, all this ice got me sick
heart 2 cold, riding round with a switch X5

i used to roll deep, but now it’s ghosts in the whip 
lost my homie to the streets, but now i roll with a stick 
crusin’ down the block with a whole lotta clips 
tryna get back for a whole lotta shit
i used to roll deep, but now i roll with a switch
lost my dawg to the pound, with a whole lotta blicks 
crusin’ down the block with a whole lotta clips 
tryna get back for a whole lotta shit

switch

You're a stranger in my head, where my angel used to rest 🖤

- Third official collab with s0ftskelet0ns -
              - yung punk clique - 
Lyrics, mix, master and vocals by FEVVI 
Beat produced by s0ftskelet0ns 
loops by IL. IK.

I dont know you anymore | Prod. s0ftskelet0ns x IL. IK.

† nine52 †

empty hall echoin my ringtone
cheap drugs fake love an a flip phone 
left the party jus to sit in the dark 
i write raps wit a broken heart
hit a lick quickly tell her roll the sticky
skirt off ina big body benz call me ricky
shorty wanna die so she suck that gilzzy
shorty wanna die 

† prod. willie g †

Empty halls

make america great again
p. ca$hcade / @cashcademusic 
08282025*

lyrics:

i grew up in the gutter, you can see it my eyes
cause i’m watchin homies fall victim to their own demise
politicians preachin’ but we know it’s a facade 
While they chillin in their mansions, and I’m just tryna survive
why the fuck everybody hustling for loose change 
got me thinking like hold up, how the fuck do we rearrange?
cops rollin deep’ but it’s never for protection
got us locked down, all day 24/7
lotta homies lost, yeah, they locked up in a cage
some be innocent, and some gone never see the light of day 
with every breath that i take, swear im fightin’ for a change
cause in a world full of chaos, nothing we do feel the same

paintin' pictures with the blood on the canvas
lifes a motherfucker, feelin’ like a scandal

i remember being broke, aint have a dollar to my name
i don’t want your pity, fuck your opinion, you fuckin lame
i hate it when they say they feel me, like they been thru all the pain 
and fuck the govt for always lookin for someone to blame 
every step that i take, im reminded of the pain
got my mind racing fast like a fucking bulletrain
ask the wrong questions they gon turn you to a lesson
every night i pray to god, in high hopes i get to heaven 
diggin deeper for the truth and you not coming back the same 
talk yo shit, expose the truth and you might end up like cobain
this some scarrin shit,  by scarring shit i mean some mental chains
cause if you know just what i know it’ll make you just blow your brains

paintin' pictures with the blood on the canvas
lifes a motherfucker, feelin’ like a scandal

scandalous p. ca$hcade

.skelly.
.nobody x vacanter.

.VAMPSTARZ.
.YUNGPUNKCLIQUE.

.deathbed pop/mediocre guitar player.
.friend to all, dying; hmu for beats/collabs anytime.