crankin that bitch just like im soulja
just like a chair i be making him fold up
grabbin the bar cuz i know u wont pull up
fuck out of my face cuz u know that im full of
dont have a fix i be making a full cup
u just a nerd i said look at your bowl cut
and i dont give a fuck yeah i said hold up

cold cuts what i be turning yo body up into
red dot on my sights there no way i can miss you
fuck to my conscious cant work through my issues
look at your face i think you need a tissue
kill your whole family so nobody miss you

and i cant feel my face i think i need help
i said fuck out my way i cannot see well
and i dont have no feelings i cant be well
and i said fuck all the healing know that we sell we sell

sellin the pack just like an agent 
look at your blood i put that on the pavement
dont look at my set cuz you know that we dangerous
get hit with a stick cuz you know that im banging

all these shots at your block bitch i make your heart stop

heart stop you need a medic
getting the check and you know that im spending
fuck to your life i said it can ended
bended

just like the drugs that be fucking my mind
fucking your bitch i be making her mine
dick in her back i be breaking her spine

i got all that
walk up in this bitch until i fall flat
fuck up on your bitch and i wont call back

i feel like soulja boy
(repeating)

CRANK (FT. DIEPERRY) (PROD. DIEPERRY)

Beat My Money {P.Nesio}

LICK [+SAKACIDE] {FUCKDISTURBED}

prod nesio mixed and mastered by @killingfrancis

ASSHOLE! [+NESIO]

@sakacide @killingfrancis made this on the night of the blood moon in march

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NEW DAY (FT. SAKACIDE)

mixed and mastered by @killingfrancis cover by @fuckdisturbed

LIFE LINE! [+KF x DISTURBED]

ROMANIAN FT MTLFCE {KF, DISTURBED}

Bet!tBang (prod. Kezii)

Underpass Prophet paints the picture of a street prophet who navigates the city’s tunnels with a deadly awareness. The verses depict paranoia, betrayal, and the constant threat of violence, as the protagonist sees everything the city hides. Minimalistic, haunting melodies and rapid trap percussion underscore the cold, detached delivery, making it a chilling ode to survival and dominance in an urban nightmare.