Prod. Sixthells

Lets go fuck it got nothing to lose
Calling me like what's the move
Grinding from the start
Take my step might learn a thing or two
Stack it stack it ah
Check her face then check her hearth
Yeah
Never get enough
Swear I'll never get enough 
Yeah
Feeling like I'm fucking locked-up
And I'm stuck-up in a box shed
Tying me up with a knot
Fuck that man can't get in my head
You better take it take your shot
I'm never gonna speak up
Different creature aye
I'm a motherfucking demon
Not in the bleacher 
Standing a feet away

They losing hope I still remain
I'm going home don't wait for me
They losing hope I still remain
I'm going home don't wait for me

Still feel like a ghost
2 years passed out still undone
Spit all that rage from my core
They hate on me but I don't feel a thing
Thank you my fans now I can free my wings

But where did he go
Man its hard to grow
Fly then rise above
Pick from right or wrong
Your castle walls ain't strong enough I know
Fear the faith of gods strike a lightning down your throat
Fear of finding love
Drown my sorrows in the snow

ANTI-EVERYTHING

PROD. SIXTHELLS
SPOTIFY https://open.spotify.com/album/7aq401k8x3b7TuhShRA77k
SOUNDCLOUD https://soundcloud.com/sixthells/redemption
APPLE MUSIC https://music.apple.com/ca/album/devils-way/1573262577

SIXTHELLS x $LOTHBOI - COMMITTED

Lyrics:

Y’all wanna talk
But don’t wanna fuckin war 
With a blade in my back
Imma show you to the shore
You won’t know where to go
You got blood draining out
Take you out
Like a hit man
Body dropped down
Yeah

Y’all wanna talk
But don’t wanna fuckin war 
With a blade in my back
Imma show you to the shore
You won’t know where to go
You got blood draining out
Take you out
Like a hit man
Body dropped down
Yeah

I got something I must say
I gotta get away
Bury be slowly
The pain isn’t going
The only way I can escape
Is 
With a blade to my wrist
With a blade to my wrist
Vertical 
To the morgue
With my body shit
All of these people they cheer for me
But they don’t know what goes on with me
I got some problems inside of my head
Please don’t follow me
Fuck the prophecy 
Imma living legend
They don’t know it yet
Punch the wall I’m leaving with a broken hand
I just need a hand
I just need to vent 
All these years are building 
There ain’t nothing left

Y’all wanna talk
But don’t wanna fuckin war 
With a blade in my back
Imma show you to the shore
You won’t know where to go
You got blood draining out
Take you out
Like a hit man
Body dropped down
Yeah

I don’t wanna do this anymore
12 years down the drain
And I haven’t fuckin scored
Take a busta by the throat
Leave em crying for no more
Don’t know shit bout the man 
Don’t know shit bout the lore 
You a whore yuh

Please get away from me
I got a bullet inside of the chamber
And I’m not afraid of it
I wanna put it inside of my head
With the force of 1000 men
Fire is burning and I can’t control it
Spreading like covid this shit isn’t worth it
Look in my eyes
Is this what you thought of me
When you arrived?
Bring your demise
You want free will
But you are just thrall
Taking orders from the man 
I hate you all
Visions blurry
Got a new decision
Kill em all and leave em begging 
Do not kill me 
I want a blade
I want to get away
I want a blade
I want to get away

Y’all wanna talk
But don’t wanna fuckin war 
With a blade in my back
Imma show you to the shore
You won’t know where to go
You got blood draining out
Take you out
Like a hit man
Body dropped down
Yeah

TAKE YOU TO THE SHORE

TAKE YOU TO THE SHORE [prod. Netuh]

Produced by 6a6ayaga
Mix/Master by Xstitch 
Art by @dodstriket.hel on instagram 

Lyrics


Lil bitch I’m stacking bloody paper 
With my crew out causing mayhem 
I hit you shawtey in the dm 
Like my loud pack reaking 
Soul stealing 
Motherfucker 
I could blow for no reason 
Pull up with the choppa finna blow him to peices 
New burner I just ran it back on a big bag 
Keltech with the drum mag 
Make ‘em run fast 
Too bad 
Got a toe tag 
Where yo crew at 
Hold fast 
Tell ‘em hold fast 
Where the dough at
I got all these bitches playin money in the middle 
Want the gold you want the power better grip the fucking pistol 
You ain’t ever out of range the scoped ar it gonna hit em 
I supply the work you movin boy I’m making all the riches 
See your plug he flexing money but that money go to me 
I was nothing now I’m something I ain’t doin shit for free 
When I killed you little cousin had him beggin on his knees 
Yaga please don’t do it 
But I pop my shit with ease 
Bitch 
Who the fuck you think you talkin to 
Finna pop back 
Police coming hide it in my shoes 
The I run fast 
Blood stain all up on suit 
Don’t regret that 
And who the fuck you think you steppin to 
Gettin pushed back 
I’m talking hallow points so hit the deck 
You find me where yo mrs at 
Or find me posted with the set 
Popping at yo broadies head 
Never claimed I’m perfect 
I got demons from the past 
Suddenly your not so tough when I be smacking in that mag 
I can redefine my bottom with these empty bottles of jack 
New pack new bag know I’m Bouta run it back

Money In The Middle (prod. 6a6ayaga)

ithoughtiwasokay (Prod. sorrow bringer)

GHOSTWAY

written/performed by fxckjamie
produced by tiredead 
cover art by nightrdd

LORD OF THE FLIES [PROD. TIREDEAD]

GRIEVE

Very proud of this one and i hope all that give it a listen enjoy it to. More to come i promise! 