LYRIC VIDEO OUT NOW 

ENVIOUS̸ : 
( Ay, Ay, Ay )
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]

COUNTMYDAY$ (feat. $ad Goon) Prod. skinwalkr$hawty

WHO DAT BE? PROD EVIL MYSTIC

BOMBS IN THE TRUNK  (ft. RO$ETTA & Lunarnm)

That southwest playa shii, so roll one and bump this shii max volume

Yvng & ILL MINDED Ft. RO$ETTA (Prod. RO$ETTA)

CROCIDILE GANG IN THIS THANG WE RUN THIS 🐊

LEAVE US ALONE ft.Lonely Souljah (Prod.FLAMEONBEATS)

LYRICS $LIMFIEND

Back seat duckin fucking up my motion
40 sippin just to level up my coastin 
Floating like the ocean
Flowin colder then the glaciers
major of the Fiend Set
Show them what I’m preachin 
Who that lurkin in my window
I can’t recognize the shadow 
Swangin from the fuckin gallows
Damn mane you lookin shallow 
Hating on my vessel 
But I’m just a fuckin skeleton 
Weighing like a fuckin ton
Nailed like the only son 

Cut me off this fuckin dimension
I’m so sick and tired
finding reasons to make my spine solidify 

Plotting on the motion 
Opposition keepin noted 
Keep it guessing I got mo tricks 
I keep this loaded
Pullin from the pits don’t trip
Get rip set the trends 
Demons livid you think I’m kidding 
Falling to my knees 
That’s what they want from me
Not much a Prophecy 
All I can do is pray to a king
That’s what they want from me
Not much of a Prophecy 
All I can do is back seat duckin
Fuckin up my motion
40 sippin just to level up my coastin
Back seat duckin
Fuckin up my motion
40 sippin just to level up my

Falling to my knees 
Praying to a King
All I want to say
Save me from my Pain

I’VE FALLEN & I CANT GET UP

my mind
is finally slipping it seems
tearing away through the seams
fading like water on ink
falling like leaves on a tree
the rain comes falling down 
just like the tears on your cheek
opens a pattern, a sound
just close your eyes and think deep
or look up towards the sky
just to feel like you’re seen
ooh girl just open your eyes
and plant them over on me
deep in your soul
planet of memories
lost in control
stuck on an endless scene

fading away

B&E x B3n1Hxna (prod. DJ MISTV CR33P)

All I feel is misery
Wake up everyday 
And I wanna be beneath 
Do not wanna be around 
Man I just feel like 
I don’t need to be 

Here like why tf do I exist 
I been looking at the sky 
Asking myself this question 
Since I was a little kid 

I don’t even wanna be around
Every time I drown 
And im smoking and sippin 
Doing so much every 
Single time 
I don’t even know 
Why the fuck im living 

Dealing with 
so much pain everyday 
Try to change 
But I know 
It won’t go away 

Try to get away 
From the problems 
Tried to solve them
But I know 
Things won’t be the same 

Smoke
Yea smoke away the pain
Yeah just smoke
Yeah smoke away
The pain only way to cope
Liquor deep inside my veins
Yeah I know 
But it’s the only way to stay 
So ill smoke

MISERY PROD ENVIOU$

“Let ’Em Burn” by Saints No More is a fiery declaration of freedom, self-respect, and rebirth. Written with raw grit and unapologetic defiance, the track takes aim at toxic ties, false promises, and the weight of carrying other people’s battles.

From the opening lines—shouldering grudges and vacant stares—the song builds into a full-throttle anthem about breaking chains and choosing peace over approval. The chorus ignites with explosive energy: a pocket full of matches ready to torch every lie, chain, and name that once held control. By the bridge, it’s not just rebellion—it’s transformation. “Ashes make a better path anyway” sets the tone for rising unchained, fearless, and unshakable.

Musically, “Let ’Em Burn” blends hard rock muscle with anthemic fury. Thunderous verses, a scorching chorus, and an outro that feels like fire itself turn the song into both a purge and a celebration. It’s rebellion with purpose: a vow to never be caged again.

This is Saints No More at their most relentless—a track for anyone who’s ever had to burn the past to finally be free.