[RO$ETTA]
this beat is getting me sleepy, so let me take a hit 
and let my mind drift off, deep up in the abyss
no more pain, for now i’m chilling but can’t maintain 
i bottle up my emotions to hide away the pain

i smoke a joint just to relax and help me calm down
but i’m still paranoid as shit and still anxious as
hell 
nothing is working no more, i’d rather kill myself
i put the gun to my head and that’s when the tears came out

but then i reconsider
take my hand off the trigger
what am i doing?
“yo zetta, you good?” “i’m never better” 
i’m on a broken road, yeah i gotta pay the toll
i’m just a lonely soul, waiting for my time to go 

i hit up MUDAH, i tell him to bring the buddha
i got so many problems to jot
i need a tutor, but yo
ain’t on no fake shit but i think i’m mentally depressed 
that’s why i need all these drugs but i’m strictly smoking sess 

[MUDAH]
my pain lives deep in my mind 
he’s bottled up all the time
writing rhymes like a slave 
for the mothafucking MUDAH mane
i get lost in the smoke
so roll one up 'fore i go
i cannot stay with you hoe i got ILL MINDED on the phone 
they said "mane, you down to roll?"
i said "you already know"
and so I head out the door and push that pedal to the floor

i do this shit for the team
count that money, get that cream
like a fiend for this shit 
this that shit you couldn't dream
i reached the top of the tower
same bitches call every hour
asking for kisses and flowers
but my heart been feeling sour 

i got my mind on the game
but never praying for fame
the more people know my name
the more pussies wanna hate
so stay the fuck out my lane, you pussy motherfuckers lame 
and I'm mentally deranged 
you better lock me away

you don't wan fuck with the MUDAH if I'm not high off the buddha 
this don't have to be a murder but I'm that ill minded shooter

[MILFORDDAGREAT]
and i’m supposed to be dead cuz i’m a WANTED $OUL
and just because you give good brain doesn’t make you ILL MINDED, hoe
been fucking with the fascination of suicide 
i don’t need a fucking ride or die, i’d rather have that nine by my side

and breathe in hella smoke, pull my cards then i toss my bones
bring me fame and fortune, rapping with the ILL MINDED SOLDIERS
greater than the heaven sent, that’s what the devil told us

now while i spit this simple flow for you simple minded hoes 
ima go and crush the herb up, put it in a bowl
then all my problems come caving down 
no one can save me now 
i knew it from the start how it’s supposed to play out

the only one home, lost up in the metronome 
all depressed, not fucking with the fam anymore
rolling up to kill the short term memory but now i sit back wondering where my life has gone

@rosettashawty666
@milforddagreat
@_joseph._.chavez_

ONLY FOR ILL MINDS

ONLY FOR ILL MINDS (PROD. RO$ETTA)

((((((( LYRICS ))))))
VERSE I

Pull the hammer back
And watch the lead scatter 
All yo brain matters 
I ain’t playin with you busters
I ain’t doing better.
Pull up all in black 
Watch these fuckers suffer
Hangin like a rack 
I’m just playin what the fuck! 

See me riding through yo city 
Promise this won’t end so pretty
Hot boy I bring the heaty 
Who the fuck is on the spot 
59* playin in the fuckin chidi 
When I pull up to yo block 
Fuck yo clique now hit the rocks 
Hit the switch we make it rough 
Split your wig 
pockets full of hollow tips 
In the mix 
Roll the dice it’s triple 6 ho
I see the devil aiming at yo throat
Demons underground 
Better not make a sound 
I can feel my soul float 
I can keep it froze 
Like the fucking snow globe 
Speak my mind and paid the price 
Best believe and that’s for sure ho 
You got the nine?
Let it shine until it blows 
Do you really wanna die ho?

VERSE II

I be that motherfucker with a plan 
Put that money in my hand
Wood grain grippin 
Now I got it against my head bitch 
Straight from the mud 
Yeah I wish a buster would 
Oh shit It’s the mothafuckin fiend 
Turning all yo hates to dreams 
Simple mother lover
Never could understood
If you know what I mean 
Yeah right holding real tight 
Hell drops got the red dot 
In the night on the creep 
Watch you bite on the steam 
Yeah right holding real tight 
Hell drops got the red dot 
In the night on the creep

IT IS WHAT IT IS, JUST STAY ALIVE

LYRICS

Verse I
Painting the surface so grey 
Flaming the haters today 
Pressing the gas no breaks 
$limmy the ghost? Okay

Running up all my time like a race 
Probably Im the outcast 
Of the small place
Wicked don’t sleep
Just reap we just may 
Reigning like a plague 
Non slip hydroplane 
Hate on my wave 
But you know I bring the sting
Switch up the flow
But you noticed my flame
Switch up the flow
Just like my blade 

CHORUS 
Running up all of my time like a race
Probably in the outcast of a small place 
Wicked don’t sleep just reap 
We just may
Reigning like a plague 
Nonslip hydroplane 

Verse II
Looking up to heaven 
While I lay down on concrete 
No need for discussion
I’m too dead to you like zombie 
Black suede draped down 
From head to toe stay far from me 
To damn tired of this bull shit 
That’s commonly 
Ain’t my time call me insane 
Now fuck off me

NO SLEEP FOR THE WICKED

Blowing Smoke At The Moon

OOWOO

SitDown (Prod. YUNGMEXIC$NBIH)

TRACK #1 “NO DISCUSSION”

APPLE MUSIC - https://music.apple.com/us/album/no-discussion/1767176614?i=1767176615

SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/album/0ANG47CrpYOWQsBBtfLBYR?si=YkCvy-VcSZaOzU1aC9BGiA

LYRICS

- WYNTER -

Im on the block 
you get popped 
just for stepping wrong 
i got two twin glocks
them shells hot this aint yo section hoe 
imma cold nigga 
and that shit is not debatable 
Wynter put a dot on yo head dont try to save its gone 
who on top the house 
why not 
its hell to try and stop 
us now 
send shots 
you hear da pop duck 
down fuck around ill make ya soul lift off the ground 
smell the blood im sending hounds them choppa sounds will bite you down 

- KUSHKOSTA -

Windows down in my Chevy riding clean
Blacked out Glock with a laser red beam
Kill us or fall we gone take everything

Madhouse bitch since 2016
Been slanging zips til I was 19
Now I’m gotta work just to keep my record clean

Trynna stay on top I don’t wanna hear a thing
Fuck these rappers they ain’t really what they seem

Most of these pussies just rapping bout fuck shit
Member them shows that we thru in the function
Madhouse on top bitch there ain’t no discussion
Madhouse on top bitch there ain’t no discussion

Most of these pussies just rapping bout fuck shit
Member them shows that we thru in the function
Madhouse on top bitch there ain’t no discussion
Madhouse on top bitch there ain’t no discussion

- ILLUSIONLUNA -

bitch empty yo pockets don’t make this a murder
i run up the gat call em back on the burner 
the sky turn to black 
as i flick off tha ash 
and i dump out the mag of the ak
got the motha fucka screamin out mayday 
ba ba let that mothafucka decay 
madhouse runnin laps no relay 
then i dump another body on tha freeway
now you acting all sad but you was acting tuff
cry to ya comma cuz i called ya bluff 
heard you was dissin bout all kinds of stuff 
mane you a bitch imma turn ya to dust

817MADHOUSE - NO DISCUSSION (PROD. BY THORNS)

[RO$ETTA]
it all started in 05
a playa was born
a loving brand new life
but soon grew struggles
but momma promised
we’d grow alright
no water heater
no power needed
we had no lights
candlelit nights
cold as shit
standing by the fire

but life was good tho
brothers trappin
made good dough 
wanted money like that
when i saw them rubber banned hundos
shi 
they prolly thought i ain’t seen that shi
but i saw it well
i’d keep it quiet, i ain’t no snitch
boy id never tell

fast forward ten years
we living better lives
still the thought of being broke
lingers up in my mind
family died, time and time
i know life is a struggle 
but still my brother roe told me
don’t trip, we’ll be alright bro

and don’t trip mothafucka 
don’t trip

[LUNAR]
so i’m stuck up with this track
i carry on
my shoulders, but won’t take me home
leave me alone
the shit i seen when i was young 
they want me gone
a mothafucka wished he wouldn’t wake up 
so he wouldn’t have to see the bullshit

my father did
it seemed like everyday there was 
fucking cocaine
all on the table 
up his nose
that’s how it goes
every night wakin up to him bringin home hoes 
i didn’t wanna hear that shit, but i can’t trip

it’ll be alright 
jus gotta fight, i miss mom
learned how to con
had to hustle to get all the shit that i wanted 
i had to steal to get ahead
in my life 
plenty people that want me dead
and so do i

@illmindedrosetta
@illmindedlunar

DON'T TRIP (PROD. RO$ETTA)

TRACK #2 “STRAWBERRY KREAM”
PRODUCED BY SPHYNX
FEATURING
ILLUSIONLUNA
WYNTER
KUSHKOSTA

APPLE MUSIC - https://music.apple.com/us/album/strawberry-kream/1772361262?i=1772361264

SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/track/1ykd155OO71wwWBQCIx4mr?si=_3hknszqT3-fZqn8mW_u0Q

LYRICS

ILLUSIONLUNA

Watch how you talk when you talking to me 
Load up the choppa and take out ya team 
He want a feature he gon pay the fee 
He big goofy mothafucka wannabe 
Madhouse the set bullet holes in yo tee
Close off yo casket you split into three 
No ben n jerrys i get to the
N no ben n jerrys i get to the cream
Strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam
Straw strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam

KUSHKOSTA

Cruisin down the street grippin on my fuckin 45
Ima aim it at yo skull and leave yo shirt tye dyed
Trigga finga itchin ima leave ya fucking ma crying
Madhouse what im reppin and my niggas always down to ride
Load the smith n wesson
Boy you better get to stepping
Cause my niggas fucking reckless and we smoking out in Texas hoe
Blowing dank
Nigga all I smoke is dank
Errday, trynna fwm ima have to go and catch a case
Kosta mane yunno all I slang is dank
Trippin off these shroomies mane i think im bouta go insane
Trynna pop some xannys I ain’t trynna feel my fucking face
Shawty pop a xanny all she trynna do is gimmie face
That bitch say she love me but I know that bitch is playing games
I don’t wanna fuck cause all I’m worried bout my fucking cake hoe

WYNTER

Better open yo safe or ill aim yo face
Madhouse da gang
Don’t you try its a waste you gone make me 
insane imma create a case
She passed me the blunt hit it once it was 
laced
Heart made of chrome im alone in way 
I’m in yo home wit yo dome on display
Jumped out the zone
Call my phone hate to say but i 
rolled me a bone skeleton 
Who gone pray
Huh
I got 99 problems and a bitch is 
one
I tried to pick em like my colors I probably been switched up
Won’t get a dime outta me unless you 
picked it up
He tried to dry snitch on me them niggas
zipped him up

IT IS WHAT IT IS, JUST STAY ALIVE

$LIMFIEND