Produced by Slyye, DJKillaC, DJ $ix, Ghost Town, Inersha, Lurk818 (LV*RK), Plure6, Unown
Featuring 901Krueger (Cocaine Krueger), TYP3ON3 (TYPE-ONE), Jupiluxe, Satchel VI, XRiN
Recorded From 2023 - 2025
Mixed and Mastered By Slyye
Atlanta, GA

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

Shadows Lurk Yet You Escape (2025)

On Tha Scene Ft. DJKillaC (Prod. ISVVC)

A quick track me and ISVVC cooked up. SLYYE X ISVVC EP COMING SOON.

PROD. ISVVC, VOCALS BY ME.

ISVVC: https://soundcloud.com/isvvcisvvcisvvc

DOWN BAD

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SLYYE X ISVVC - DOWN BAD

LYRICS:
Buck in the south, I’m rollin' deep
Southern bred from Tennessee 
On the muthafuckin' scene 
With eyes so stern, I’m lookin mean 
Mean muggin' all these snakes 
Talkin shit up in your face 
Y’all so muthafuckin' lame 
I’ll pop my fists, your bones I’ll break 
Step up to this fuckin man 
Hell, I’ll make you feel the pain 
No need to make a stang
I’ll leave you leapin' from the gauge 
Leave you leakin' from the smoke 
Head-spin blow to the dome 
Chokin' on that fuckin anna 
With some buckshot in your throat 
Speedin' down old country roads 
I’m blazin' bud, I bring the funk
See that busta talking shit 
I’ll split his head upon a trunk 
Fuck with SLYYE, you will writhe
In agony inside a ditch 
I’m so muthafuckin' twisted 
Wicked ways I am entrenched 
Gettin' lifted in the darkness 
In these demons I confide 
I can’t hide the heartlessness
Deep down inside it will arise 
You can step with that S
I’ll leave a slug in your chest 
Bitch it’s SLYYE, South of the line 
And now it’s time to meet your death

SOUTHERN BRED

COME N' STEP

COME N' STEP w/ TENNGAGE

Some new SLYYE and Tenngage fresh out the oven.

PRODUCED BY TENNGAGE AND SLYYE

TENNGAGE:
https://soundcloud.com/tenngagebeats
https://www.instagram.com/tenngage/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/01vMLxgeL7W35Kyipur7SD?autoplay=true

LYRICS:
Never ever slippin' , always pimpin'
Bitch it's SLYYE the mane 
Whiskey in my cup, I’m steady sippin'
As I light a j
Hit the hay, I start to lift 
Buzzin' hard I start to drift 
Count my muthafuckin' dough
And line my pockets till they thick 
Mac daddy muthafucka 
Hittin' like a Mack truck 
Can’t stand a lemon busta 
So I gotta swang knucks
Step up to the plate 
Muthafucka say it to my face 
Step up to the plate 
If you want the smoke come get a taste 

I be on the corner 
On the downlow is where I be 
Shout out to my homies 
Much respect they always keep it G
Very much respect 
To the homies up above 
You ain’t even gotta stress 
Cuz I’ll always show you love 
Put it down the way I feel 
Always coming with that honesty 
Honestly that’s how I was raised 
That’s how I do my business see 
Respect, truth, integrity 
That’s the mighty trinity 
These values close to me
Can’t you see, I gotta keep it g

INTEGRITY

SPOTIFY

SLYYE X TENNGAGE - INTEGRITY

ALL ABOUT OUR HUSTLE.

PRODUCED BY ISVVC.

ISVVC:
https://soundcloud.com/isvvcisvvcisvvc
https://open.spotify.com/artist/38BjthdmEUFb7tw1opGARd?autoplay=true
https://criminalisticrecords.bandcamp.com/

LYRICS:
All about our hog, hustle 
Stackin' up the paper mane
Get the fuckin cheese by any means
No we do not play
Wallet lookin empty
While you lookin like a lick 
Easy pickins' for a stang 
Gimme all yo fuckin shit 
This a 211 hoe
I’ll break ya down into the fuckin floor 
On the ground you will lay 
Then I hit the fuckin road 
Hit the fuckin dro 
Sell the rest for a hundred fifty 
Push this dope, pimp these hoes 
Now your girl ridin' with me
What she fiendin for?
Say she fiendin' for the bud 
I'm the pusherman baby
I’m the muthafuckin' plug 
Call me Curtis I’m the pusher
And I’m known to keep it cookin'
SLYYE the muthafuckin' mane
Got these thirsty bitches lookin' 
For a method to my stash 
You should know I’m bout the cash 
Hit you with that 1-2-1 
Knock you face down on your ass 
In the grass you will bleed
Cuz you went and fucked with me 
Keep my word, you’ll kiss the curb
Taste the cold concrete
Southern Sigils in this hoe
ISVVC on the bumpin' beat 
SLYYE slangin' out the Ford 
Stang you like a bumblebee 
All hail my fuckin' hustle 
Bow down you little bitch 
No respect, I bring the muscle 
Long live this fuckin pimp 
Hoe


Step into my stompin' grounds 
And you are sure to get the shoe 
Stompin' all upon your grave 
And what the fuck you gonna do? 
Slayin' in the first degree 
I’m on a fuckin' murder spree 
Blasted all them bastards with the pump 
Come n get my cheese 
Hollow point slugs at yo mug 
You better duck 
Ridin' slow in the caddy 
With a baddie and the pump 
Step into my deadly stare 
If you wanna try your luck 
Come and get me if you dare 
Bitch I bring the fuckin buck
Once again it’s fuckin' SLYYE 
I will watch you slowly die 
Turn the knife inside your guts
While I look you in the eyes 
Homicide, I gotta slay 
Satisfy this twisted urge 
Grab my axe and the blade 
Lemon bustas I will purge 
Off the muthafuckin' earth 
You’re about to meet the eyes of god 
Once you taste the dirty turf 
When I smack with a rod 
You will fall and cease to breathe 
Submit on your fuckin' knees 
Southern Sigils in this hoe 
All hail this sick regime

ALL ABOUT OUR HOG

SLYYE X ISVVC - ALL ABOUT OUR HOG

SUPERNATURAL IS THIS HATRED.

PRODUCED BY ISVVC.

ISVVC:
https://soundcloud.com/isvvcisvvcisvvc
https://open.spotify.com/artist/38BjthdmEUFb7tw1opGARd?autoplay=true
https://criminalisticrecords.bandcamp.com/

LYRICS:
Odium in my veins 
Tar coating in my lungs 
Eyes darkened cuz of hate 
Bitch I never gave a fuck 
This contempt makes me stronger 
I just wanna see you burn 
I can’t stand you any longer 
Cog wheels start to turn 
No concern for any morals 
Or a muthafuckin faith 
No respect for a mortal 
Bitch I’ll piss upon your grave 
Insane with this hate 
You can see it on my face 
Wanna go toe to toe? 
Face to face, come meet your fate 

Embracing your demise 
The decaying hands of death 
Drag you deep down underground 
Can you smell the rotting flesh? 
On my breath I taste the tang 
Smell the stench of feeble blood 
Weakness is a fuckin plague 
And I think I’ve had enough 
Of you coward lemon bustas 
Runnin lip and talkin tough 
Talk ain’t shit you muthafucka 
Come and meet me in the mud 
In the pits of the south 
Where this pimp is raising hell 
Below the Mason Dixon line 
Committing crimes without fail 

Pop you like a fuckin zit 
Cap you in between your eyes 
Two shots to the head 
You a victim of this nine 
It’s sublime to watch you die 
Fear your fate  you start to cry 
Beggin, pleading, screamin why 
Kiss your worthless life goodbye 
You ain’t going to a heaven 
You will burn below in hades 
Ima see you muthafucka 
Ain’t nobody that can save me 
From this havoc that is cryptic 
Creepin n crawlin in my mind 
Supernatural is this hatred 
Opposite of the divine 

Southern Sigils in this hoe
Southern Sigils in this hoe
Southern Sigils in this hoe
All hail, all hail
Southern Sigils in this hoe
Southern Sigils in this hoe
Southern Sigils in this hoe
All hail, all hail

SUPERNATURAL

SLYYE X ISVVC - SUPERNATURAL

Tape Soon.

E R R O R: 
https://soundcloud.com/3rr0r404
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3WMMbEVNKp1t3DmcsT9Li9?si=Airxw1vsTdqjqHB3a9tsTQ&nd=1
https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/e-r-r-o-r/1417899870

40 OUNCE:
https://soundcloud.com/mista40ounce
https://open.spotify.com/artist/0axUW1agZt6C6nJxhpRXxj
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/40-ounce/1604019901

AMBITIONS OF A HUSTLER

AMBITIONS OF A HUSTLER FT. E R R O R (PROD. 40 OUNCE)

PRODUCED BY ISVVC

FEATURING MXSTVH

MXSTVH:
@mistah211
www.instagram.com/mxstvh/
open.spotify.com/artist/5Ral6z4AiofKBV2duoPoti

ISVVC:
@isvvcisvvcisvvc
open.spotify.com/artist/38BjthdmEUFb7tw1opGARd
www.criminalisticrecords.bandcamp.com/

@criminalistic-records

ANIMOSITY FT. MXSTVH

ANIMOSITY FT. MXSTVH (PROD. ISVVC)

PRODUCED BY PHONKMASTA

SHOUTOUT TO MY NIGGA DEAD HIPPIE 

DEAD HIPPIE:
https://soundcloud.com/dead_hippie666
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2vcOu6KYULYn8vVh1gTsAc

LYRICS:
[DEAD HIPPIE]
I listen sometimes but I don’t 
Sometimes I hate it 
Nigga I know things happen for reasons 
When the lane switch 
Stick around the block like rocks in socks 
I feel this pain it’s
Deeper every time I blink 
I think it’s time to pray jit 
Niggas lookin at me like I’m crazy 
Shit I might be 
A ticking bomb like Erie, Pennsylvania 
In my white tee 
Niggas getting sliced like pizza pie 
Around these night streets
Niggas getting cut like hairlines 
Tryna trife see 
See you in the cut like blood 
Sayin things will fall like a ceiling does 
Somewhere in the fog 
Sailing still upon a killer flood 
Faces in the mud 
Like double cups 
Golden doves in it’s flight 
With broken wings across the sea with trust 
I’m super nova, niggas kosher
Dead then rolling over 
Tryna soak up shit from piece by piece 
And still gonna slow it 
God I pray the Holy Ghost  
Keeps Lil Hippie posted 
My mind been split in two 
I’m steady looking at each shoulder

[SLYYE]
Load my strap it’s time to spaz 
Grab my pistol from the stash
Lock and load it’s time to go 
I’m clicking like a psychopath 
When tote that pole 
You niggas oughta know 
I’m out for blood
Body full of bullet holes 
From the motherfucking slugs 
All I got up in this hell 
Is my ratchet and my nuts 
Paranoia from these voices 
Only telling me to cut 
I don’t wanna hurt these niggas 
But I gotta merk these niggas 
If you run up on me 
Then I’ll take you under dirt nigga 
Sleep deprived hallucinations 
All I see is pentagrams 
Voices from beyond taunting 
Testing me like Abraham 
Twisted evil thoughts from below 
Start to mesmerize 
It’s that devil shit 
Speaking backwards from the afterlife 
Every single night it’s like I’m fighting 
Just to keep my soul 
Blackened are my eyes 
As they roll back and I lose control 
I’ve become disturbed 
From what I’ve come to learn 
You’ll get what you deserve 
And your body will be burned

UNDERWORLD FEAT. DEAD HIPPIE

UNDERWORLD FT. DEAD HIPPIE (PROD. PHONKMASTA)

PRODUCED BY LIL BUCKSTA AND SLYYE. CRIMINALISTIC X 6FEETDEEP.

LIL BUCKSTA:
https://soundcloud.com/lil-bucksta-mane
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4S005JYhn8yzG4GF8Fc3Ey?si=H4-5vxrxRxqe_YdV90_7IA&nd=1

LYRICS:
Sitting back, kicking back 
With a 40 and blunt 
Smoking on a mild blizzack 
While my eyeballs red as fuck
Spitting on the trizzack 
With my nigga Lil Bucksta man
Splitting swishers, breaking bud 
Pouring up some tanqueray
Southern playas you can’t play 
Our style wild and unique 
One is from the Texas 
And the other from the Tennessee 
Now I’m in the truck
Rolling up some hay with a bitch 
Say she wants to fuck and take me home 
On all that romance shit
I don’t think she gets it 
I’m a motherfucking player trick 
I just wanna get my dick wet 
A few times then I fucking split
I don’t give a shit 
About a motherfucking relationship
I’d rather have these hoes hit me up
On that late night tip
Sitting back, kicking back 
In the Criminalistic club 
Everybody faded 
I got Alizé up in my blood 
Split another swisher 
Cuz I’m finna tell another story 
Just a lightskin nigga 
In the pimping player category

40 N' A BLUNT

40 N' A BLUNT (PROD. LIL BUCKSTA & SLYYE)

FEATURING https://soundcloud.com/cocainekrueger

"CHAPTER BLACK" EP ON THE WAY

LYRICS:
Slyye the mane pulling up 
I don’t give any fucks 6FD up in this bitch
Already told ya once I don’t give any fucks
6FD do it better trick 
Coming hard with them thunder sounds 
Y’all niggas done fucked up by coming around
Come around my block, get shot 
With the 12 gauge slugs to your mug nigga who’s the boss now
Nigga you don’t wanna fuck with me 
I don’t look like much I’ll break your teeth
I ain’t the one cross I swear 
I’ll gank the shoes up off your feet
I ain’t sweet bitch 
I’m bout as sour as that fucking diesel 
Burning in my blunt, between my lips 
It got me feeling peaceful 
I ain’t a fucking weasel 
Like some of these niggas that fucked up 
They talked their fucking shit 
And now their lips forever stay shut 
Talk your fucking shit rat 
Those words ain’t finna save you 
Just where the hell you stay at 
I might just come and break you 
Pay a little visit 
With my homies smith and Wesson 
Slyye and Krueger cracking skulls 
And teaching crucial and critical lessons
Deep down south is where we live
And 6FD is how we creep 
Come fuck with us 
And will put you in a six feet sleep

AS DA LIGHTNIN CRACK DA SKY 
OPEN UNDERNEATH IM IN MY CABIN
UON WANNA GO INSIDE DEM CORNFIELDS 
SHIT BE GETTIN TRAGIC 
DRAGGING YO BODY BY MEAT HOOKS 
ATTATCHED TO MY CHERRY RED PICKUP ITS LEADIN TO DEATH
BY DA TIME WE PULLIN UP TO DA DESTINATION 
YO BODY AINT GOT NOTHIN LEFT 
ATTATCHED I RIP YO LIMBS APART 
AND COVER DEM HOES UP WIT DIRT
KEEP ON FUCKIN AROUND 
YO FAMILY PUTTIN YO FACE UP ON A SHIRT 
MANE BLOCK DA SUN, PAINT IT BLACK 
I WISH IT WOULD RAIN
DA SHOTGUN SLUGS GON CRACK YO SKULL APART 
AND THROW DEM BRAINS 
ON DA FLO U KNOW DA SCO 
IM WIRED UP IM ON DAT DOPE 
DAT TENNESSEE MURDERA SCRATCHIN HOES UP OFF MY LIST 
U GOTTA GO MANE 
I LET SLYYE FINISH U OFF 
WE RIVASIDE DA WATER ROUGH AF 
NO FIGHTIN MANE 
I LET DEEZ DAMN BULLETS GON AND FUCK U UP

@6FEETDEEPRECORDS

CHAPTER BLACK

RIVERSIDE FT. 901KRUEGER

RIVERSIDE FT. 901KRUEGER (PROD. SLYYE)

PRODUCED BY ISVVC
@isvvcisvvcisvvc

https://soundcloud.com/6FEETDEEPRECORDS
https://soundcloud.com/criminalistic-records

(INTRO//SLYYE)
Ahh shit you motherfuckers did it now. SLYYE up in this hoe and ISVVC up on this motherfucking beat you know what the fuck it is. Criminalistic Records and 6 FEET FUCKING DEEP nigga. Let’s get it

(HOOK//SLYYE)
Hoe I don’t fuck around
I’ll make you taste the pavement 
Hoe I don’t fuck around 
I’ll make you taste the pavement
Hoe I don’t fuck around 
I’ll make you taste the pavement
All in the hustle
So I’m about my payment

(VERSE)
Staying true to my code 
I keep it real up in the field
Been a hustler since the womb 
I’ll probably hustle until I’m killed 
Here’s the deal, I’ve fallen in love 
With that tender, green stuff 
All about the Benjamin’s
To which I cannot get enough
Like a drug I’m getting high 
When I get that fucking dough 
Dollar signs up in my eyes 
When I need to get some more 
Some of you niggas call me greedy 
Hating cuz I earned and got it 
Now you motherfuckers needy 
Like a bum with no narcotics 
Growing up I always heard 
That with more money comes more problems
So I went and bought a gat 
And named my strap the problem solver 
Ain’t nobody gonna get me 
Paranoia got my mind 
If somebody fucking with me 
I might get my number nine 
What I’ve learned is
Money is how you make it in this world 
And if you ain’t got enough 
Then you’re gonna have to work and earn
If survival is your urge
Then you get that fucking money 
Hustle until you can’t no more 
So you don’t die hungry 

(BRIDGE)
All in the game 
I’m too deep within the lake 
Sitting stubborn in my hustle 
Cuz I love the money man
All in the game 
I’m too deep within the lake 
Sitting stubborn in my hustle 
Cuz I love the money man
All in the game 
I’m too deep within the lake 
Sitting stubborn in my hustle 
Cuz I love the money man
What I’ve learned is
Money is how you make it in this world 
And if you ain’t got enough 
Then you’re gonna have to work and earn

(HOOK//SLYYE)
Hoe I don’t fuck around
I’ll make you taste the pavement 
Hoe I don’t fuck around 
I’ll make you taste the pavement
Hoe I don’t fuck around 
I’ll make you taste the pavement 
All in the hustle 
So I’m about my payment

2 DEEP

2 DEEP (PROD. ISVVC)

SOUTHERN SIGILS 2023
TAPE ON THE WAY
https://soundcloud.com/CRUCIFIED-CLICK
https://soundcloud.com/txmplx
https://soundcloud.com/lvrdak
https://soundcloud.com/isvvcisvvcisvvc

@criminalistic-records @6feetdeeprecords

GETTIN SO ROUGH FT. CRUCIFIED CLICK

GETTIN SO ROUGH FT. CRUCIFIED CLICK (PROD. ISVVC) [SOUTHERN SIGILS 2023]

VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6fIUKD0SOg&ab_channel=RyanCelsius%C2%B0Sounds

APOC KRYSIS:
https://soundcloud.com/apoc_krysis
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5FWqTrWj74TUJLstHwCDQE?autoplay=true

LV*RK:
https://soundcloud.com/sacrifice7
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3d795PV71DLKlj5zMnjiHr

WRECK SUMN

VIDEO

APOC KRYSIS X SLYYE - WRECK SUMN (PROD. LV*RK)

https://soundcloud.com/jupiluxe
https://soundcloud.com/satchelvivivi
https://soundcloud.com/djkillac-1

Stayin' True (Ft. Jupiluxe & Satchel VI) [Prod. Slyye]

New track with TYP3ON3 from the new tape.

Out Tha Dark coming soon

Playa 4eva (Ft. Typ3on3

Playa 4eva (Ft. TYP3ON3) [Prod. Slyye]

You can find me in the bathroom
Chopping up coke lines with your bitch
Jump into that all black thing
While we lane switch
When I flash that pistol
Watch how quick I make a lame switch
Attitude adjustment
When they hear that fucking thing click
I won't ever change bitch
I stay up on the same shit
That girl you fall in love with
The one that I played with
The girl that I leave with
Is not the one I came with
Mean mugging hard as fuck
And acting hard man quit
Flauging for these folks
Before I dump you in the same ditch
I dumped another motherfucker
Night time, late shit
4 A.M. I'm still up
And my heart racing
This molly got me pacing
I'm masked up like Jason
Flashing light on your apartment window
Cover it up, my shadow taking over all the light
When I be in the cut
And when you hear that door open
Man it's over from there
My nose leaking blood from this blow
And I don't even care

Bitch niggas look at me crazy
Then mind their business ass they should
I cut them up like they're some work
Then dump their corpses in the woods
Shoot the hooch, I shot them in the 'hoochee
Then I watched them float
Plant the burner near the body
Then I forge a little note
If the body starts to bloat
I may just have to hit the road
Pray to God they do not find them
Or my prints, I fucking hope
This a murder that he wrote
I trailed them from the corner store
Pulled them down a dirt road
And then I let my nine go
Call my nigga in the 901
After I done the deed
I'm paranoid as fuck right now
I don't think I can go to sleep
Nothing new to me though
Adrenaline all in my veins
If they didn't talk so much
I wouldn't have burned them in the flames
It's 6FEETDEEP up in this bitch
You know who I'm riding with
Slizz and Krueger quick with it
You got some shit, come handle it
If a nigga talking tough
They'll end up like the aforementioned
One to the head laying dead
Upon a poster missing

Drop your body in a field
Drop your body in a field
Drop your body in a field
At night, no lights it's so dark
Feeling no remorse
Feeling no remorse
Feeling no remorse
When I'm ripping through your family
Drop your body in a field
Drop your body in a field
Drop your body in a field
At night, no lights it's so dark
Feeling no remorse
Feeling no remorse
Feeling no remorse
When I'm ripping through your family

Ain't you heard the word
Them boys from Tennessee is evil
Ain't you heard the word
Ain't you heard the word
Ain't you heard the word
Them boys from Tennessee is evil
Ain't you heard the word
Ain't you heard the word
Ain't you heard the word
Them boys from Tennessee is evil
That dirt road that you're traveling on
Is known to swallow people

A hole up in your chest got blown apart
And you got no heart
A hole up in your chest got blown apart
And you got no heart
Shoot you right between your eyes
Cuz I can't stand your fucking kind
Shoot you right between your eyes
Shoot you right between your eyes
A hole up in your chest got blown apart
And you got no heart
A hole up in your chest got blown apart
And you got no heart
Shoot you right between your eyes
Cuz I can't stand your fucking kind
Shoot you right between your eyes
Shoot you right between your eyes

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

It's So Dark (Ft. 901Krueger) [Prod. Slyye]

Independent like a maverick
Bitch I be a savage
On some other level shit
I ain't a fucking has been
I has been up in your bitch
Did her until she speaking French
Said that you was trash
While I was digging deep up in her trench
I'm excellent not average
Here I've come to ravage
Being envious of other niggas
Ain't my fashion
No compassion to enemies
Put them underneath my feet
Ain't no type of remedies
Except when I see their defeat

I'm riding in the fucking cut
Smoking on some cabbage
Hand hang out the window
Slyye the sucka free assassin
Flying on some twenty twos
Smoke rising out the roof
Don't count me out just yet
A real nigga has come to roost
Engine be a V6
Speeding down 285
She sucking on my penis
Cuz she say I'm stupid fye
Slyye super fly
With a motherfucking alibi
Slyye super fye
I speak truth even when I lie
In the home of the trap shit
Bitch I ain't acting
Your boy from the southeast
For anybody asking
When I got the strap
I be the master of persuasion
I don't tote the K
Unless it's on special occasion

Independent like a maverick
Bitch I be a savage
On some other level shit
I ain't a fucking has been
I has been up in your bitch
Did her until she speaking French
Said that you was trash
While I was digging deep up in her trench
I'm excellent not average
Here I've come to ravage
Being envious of other niggas
Ain't my fashion
No compassion to enemies
Put them underneath my feet
Ain't no type of remedies
Except when I see their defeat

Independent like a maverick
Bitch I be a savage
On some other level shit
I ain't a fucking has been
I has been up in your bitch
Did her until she speaking French
Said that you was trash
While I was digging deep up in her trench
I'm excellent not average
Here I've come to ravage
Being envious of other niggas
Ain't my fashion
No compassion to enemies
Put them underneath my feet
Ain't no type of remedies
Except when I see their defeat

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

Excellent (Prod. Ghost Town)

Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cad-R-R-Rolling in my Cadillac

Smoking on that devil shit
That evil shit that makes a motherfucker click
Smoking so damn much
It makes the biggest smoker fucking sick
Put that blunt up to my lips
And pack the rest to flip a zip
I gotta make that money man
Cuz having things imperative
Eyes red as fire
As I'm speeding down 285
Just another delivery
I gotta keep my clients high
So they keep coming back
To only make my pockets fat
I count some stacks and spend a rack
And make it back by flipping pack
Grab my pistol and my scale
Its time to go and make a sale
If a nigga tryna take my hollow points gonna bring him hell
He say he want an O, that's a bet
I pull up to the site
This nigga tryna hold me up
With a fucking pocket knife
What he don't know is that I got something
For his trifling ass
I pull my yawk, he start to run
I put one in him quick and fast
He down from the blast in a flash
With the quickness
He tried to catch me lacking
Now he on the ground senseless
Defenseless, I stand over his body
And see that he's confused
He tried to play me for a fool
And now he's bleeding from the tool
On the ground petrified
He knows he'll see the other side
Terrified, he pleads for mercy
"Spare me I don't wanna die"
I look down and I say
"Crossing me was a mistake"
Now you finna meet your maker
Cuz Ima take your life away
Feeling like I'm Koop
I got that damn devil in me
Slyye the man don't be fucking around
You can see in my eyes
And see that my soul is empty

Feeling like I'm Koop
I got that damn devil in me
Feeling like I'm Koop
I got that damn devil in me
Feeling like I'm Koop
I got that damn devil in me
He tried to play me for a fool
And now he's bleeding from the tool

Feeling like I'm Koop
I got that damn devil in me
Feeling like I'm Koop
I got that damn devil in me
Feeling like I'm Koop
I got that damn devil in me
He tried to play me for a fool
And now he's bleeding from the tool

Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cadillac
Rolling in my Cad-R-R-Rolling in my Cadillac

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

Cadillac (Prod. Unown)

Produced by Slyye, DJKillaC, DJ $ix, Ghost Town, Inersha, Lurk818 (LV*RK), Plure6, Unown
Featuring 901Krueger (Cocaine Krueger), TYP3ON3 (TYPE-ONE), XRiN
Recorded From 2023 - 2025
Mixed and Mastered By Slyye
Atlanta, GA

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

It's that nigga with that natural steez
That'll make your girl drop to her knees
A straight up player in the flesh
Which most of you niggas claim to be
Wannabe, phonky ass niggas
Don't compare to me
Don't compare me to no other
I'm in a different pedigree
Allegedly, these corny ass niggas
Wanna start some beef
You wannabes don't pull no triggers
I ain't seen you in the street
I ain't seen you shooting dice
And I ain't seen you slanging shit
You ain't ran up on nobody
Or seen a dead body bitch
Whatchu think you know about my city
You in the wrong lane
You'll be smoked up in the hood and suburbs
In the same vain
Watch me switching lanes like a king
Down 285
Watch me smoke a fat pack
Of that fresh Atlanta fire
I be hidden in the south
Like Zabuza be in the mist
If you dare to check me
Then my fists will make your head twist
Miss me with that bullshit
Nigga you ain't pulling up
Homophobic rhetoric
But you can't get up off my nuts
You ain't on shit or up next
You just stay down
When I drop the address
Change of heart you ain't down
You a fucking clown hoe
You need to get your own life
Why are y'all so fucking weird
I will never understand why
I don't have to prove a damn thing
To any of you motherfuckers
I won't miss, I'll hit you first
I'll get you quick and make you suffer
I don't need to compensate
Impersonate or hesitate
I don't need to claim or hate or perpetrate
I demonstrate

I don't have to prove a damn thing
To any of you motherfuckers
I won't miss, I'll hit you first
I-I won't miss, I'll hit you first

I don't have to prove a damn thing
To any of you motherfuckers
I won't miss, I'll hit you first
I-I won't miss, I'll hit you first

I don't need to compensate
Impersonate or hesitate
I don't need to claim or hate
I-I don't need to claim or hate

I don't need to compensate
Impersonate or hesitate
I don't need to claim or hate
I-I don't need to claim or hate

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

Demonstrate (Prod. Slyye)

Grey matter splatter
Paint the wall with your memories
The pistol barrel between your jaw
Cause egregious injury
Grey matter splatter
Paint the wall with your memories
The pistol barrel between your jaw
Cause egregious injury
Grey matter splatter (Do I feel remorse?)
Paint the wall with your memories (Sometimes if I'm in a mood)
Grey matter splatter, Grey, Grey matter splatter (But if you try accosting me)
Grey, Grey matter splatter (You might as well be worm food)
Grey matter splatter (Do I feel remorse?)
Paint the wall with your memories (Sometimes if I'm in a mood)
Grey matter splatter, Grey, Grey matter splatter (But if you try accosting me)
Grey, Grey matter splatter (You might as well be worm food)

I'm out here, I'm solely on a mission
Out to get what's mine
By any means it's necessary
That I gotta pack my nine
People say I'm paranoid
But some others will try to gank your shit
They're scheming up a master plan
Unknown to them their life forfeit
I'm itching, my sixth sense twitching
Telling me prepare to fight
Clicking then I'm out for blood
I think I'm finna steal a life
Knocking out fluorescent lights
The light escapes it departs
And then it's time to make a strike
I'll blow your fucking limbs apart
Recently departed, maimed
Displaced are your appendages
The witnesses are absent
When the bullets shred your ligaments
Up from hell not heaven sent
But this ain't on no devil shit
I be a human born to sin
Describe my actions devilish
Do I feel remorse?
Sometimes if I'm in a mood
But if you try accosting me
You might as well be worm food
Sleeping in some dirt dude
Don't you think it's absurd dude
Looking like a damn fool
Cuz you really thought I wouldn't hurt you
But you was dead wrong
Quite literally you're dead and wrong
Looking for an easy come up
Now you're dead and gone

Grey matter splatter
Paint the wall with your memories
The pistol barrel between your jaw
Cause egregious injury
Grey matter splatter
Paint the wall with your memories
The pistol barrel between your jaw
Cause egregious injury
Grey matter splatter (Do I feel remorse?)
Paint the wall with your memories (Sometimes if I'm in a mood)
Grey matter splatter, Grey, Grey matter splatter (But if you try accosting me)
Grey, Grey matter splatter (You might as well be worm food)
Grey matter splatter (Do I feel remorse?)
Paint the wall with your memories (Sometimes if I'm in a mood)
Grey matter splatter, Grey, Grey matter splatter (But if you try accosting me)
Grey, Grey matter splatter (You might as well be worm food)

Pistol barrel between your jaw (I'm itching, my sixth sense twitching)
Pistol barrel between your jaw (Telling me prepare to fight)
Pistol barrel between your jaw (I'm itching, my sixth sense twitching)
Cause egregious injury (Telling me prepare to fight)
Pistol barrel between your jaw (Then its time to make a strike)
Pistol barrel between your jaw (I'll blow your fucking limbs apart)
Pistol barrel between your jaw (Then its time to make a strike)
Cause egregious injury (I'll blow your fucking limbs apart)

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

Paranoid (Prod. DJ $ix)

Pop out the whip with a pistol grip
I pop out the whip with your bitch on my hip
I- Pop out the whip with a pistol (pop out the)
Pop out the whip with a pistol grip
That motherfucking yayo
Going straight up to my head
Got some assholes tryna blow my high
I might just shoot them dead

I pop out the whip with a pistol grip 
I pop out the whip with your bitch on my hip
I'm pulling up with a blunt in my mouth
And some white on my bills and I'm sniffing it up
That motherfucking yayo
Going straight up to my head
Got some assholes tryna blow my high
I might just shoot them dead
Sending niggas to the med
Trauma center covered in red
Oh you think you so well read
Then why can't you escape your death
Why can't you escape the bullet
Ripping tissue in your back
Why can't you escape the storm
And thunder of my Mac
Writing epitaphs in this track
With your family dressed in black
Creeping up, stalking like an apex predator
With vicious strikes to be exact
Unpredictable my method of attack
I'm finna catch you when you lack
When you least expect it thunder
Then your vision cut to black
...
And then your vision cut to black
It cuts to black you finna go so matter of fact
Gonna get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
In a casket six below and lowered slow
You getting whacked

Go and get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
In a casket six below and lowered slow
You getting whacked
G-Go and get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
G-Go and get your skull
Go, go and get your skull cracked

Go and get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
In a casket six below and lowered slow
You getting whacked
G-Go and get your skull cracked
Finna get your bones packed
G-Go and get your skull
Go, go and get your skull cracked

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

Bad Guy (Prod. DJ $ix)

A trick I will never be
That shit be beneath me
The S to the L the double Y and E
Is a player I'll always be
Slyye be my fucking name
Other alias be Playa T
Also known as Tony P
Breaking bitch niggas into pieces
The most hated and underrated
On this side of the underground
I buck these busta niggas down
With my words and the thunder sounds
The demon out Fulton county
With no love up in his heart
I stack up bounties
Like decaying bodies on cadaver carts
Playa Slyye got the fire
Rolled up in the blunt
Do I gotta mention
That I don't give a fuck
I'm creeping up out the cut
With full pockets
And I'll still want some more
By the end of the month
Bitch ass niggas ain't cool with me
And you already know what I don't give
I'm serving up backhands to all of these bitches
And sucker niggas that I'll outlive
Swift incisions, deadly precision
Fucking up niggas it be my mission
Niggas still talking shit after I whooped their ass
Violently with a lyrical switch
Don't get it twisted I'd mess them up physically
Done it before and I'll do it again
Always funny to me that the niggas you beef with
Will always turn out to be your former friends

Trick I'll never be
That shit be beneath me
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be
That shit be beneath me
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be

Aye its Big Tex
In the 940 bitch niggas get wrecked
Come on cuz
You know I bring that pressure if they wronged us
They don't want no Ana
I can tell by how they move
You should only step to me
If you decide you tryna lose
T-Y-P-3-O-N-3
A polar bear ain't cold as me
A player what I chose to be
That's why them niggas hate
Aye I like sitting high
But we sit low when we on Daytons nigga
I ain't tryna be your fucking friend you need to pay me nigga
I done lost it all and made it back
Quit being lazy (players never)
Players never die
And I been player since a baby
I'm gonna keep it real
And they're gonna treat me like I'm crazy
Unbothered by it all
Cuz I'm to hot for all that hate
I'm gonna keep it real
And they're gonna treat me like I'm crazy
Unbothered by it all
Cuz I'm too hot for all that hate nigga

Trick I'll never be
That shit be beneath me
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be
That shit be beneath me
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be

Trick I'll never be
That shit be beneath me
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be
That shit be beneath me
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be

Trick I'll never be
That shit be beneath me
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be
That shit be beneath me
A trick I'll never be
A trick I'll never be

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)

Playa 4eva Ft. TYP3ON3 (Prod. Slyye)

Sleeping Eternally (Ft. XRiN) [Prod. Inersha]

Slyye - On Tha Scene Ft. DJKillaC (Prod. ISVVC)

Out Tha Dark coming soon. Pop out to Chattanooga this weekend for the Old Soul Swap meet.

Where Tha Playaz Dwell (Prod. Slyye)

Another single from the upcoming album, "Out Tha Dark". Coming soon.

Produced by Slyye

Lyrics: 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 

I’m smoking up on the lettuce 
That be so devilish 
The stinky green cabbage I just got to have it 
To roll it up in a spliff 
And I be kicking back like a mack 
On the track chilling
I crack a cold one after smoke fills my lungs 
Cuz a nigga been making a killing 
A nigga out here got to make dividends 
If I’m making good money then I got to spend
If you come for my money, it won’t be that funny 
Cuz I’m not the one to pretend 
Ain’t got time for that fuck shit 
I’ll pull up to the function 
You niggas got no motion 
You niggas doing nothing 
You niggas ain’t smoking with me 
The S to the L to the double Y E
I keep a small circle cuz niggas be tripping 
Like seven damn days of the motherfucking week 
As I said before
I’m just tryna keep my peace
I keep my piece next to me up on my side 
When I ride it’s beside me upon the car seat
Let’s take a trip as I’m ripping a spliff 
In my whip bumping player shit, booming so loud
I’m driving so smooth man I feel like Goku 
When he riding the nimbus cloud
And I’m just tryna chill
I want to stack my bills 
So I'm just tryna chill
Don’t give a fuck about how you feel

You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t

Understand, you cannot smoke with me 
If you’re bringing that drama
I don’t give a fuck I will not pass the blunt 
To a fool not obeying this dogma 
Some people got negative karma 
To which I don’t want to be part of the mantra 
Best believe that I want to be left alone chilling 
And if you the same then holler 
I got to make more dollars 
So I can hang and pop my collar 
This life too short for stressing everyday
Don’t want to make it harder 
Don’t even want to bother 
Worrying about shit that’s just out of my hands 
Sometimes you got to pivot quick 
And modify your plans 
Understand, sometimes a player 
Got to sit back and roll with the punches 
In this life there ain’t someone 
Whose handing out free lunches
I’m rolling Dutch’s with a duchess 
In the Sucka Free studio 
If you missed the invitation 
Best believe you cannot go 
You trizzicks cannot get like me 
You cannot buy my steelo 
You can’t inflate my ego 
Cuz I’m just another negro 
And I’m just tryna chill
I want to stack my bills 
So I'm just tryna chill
Don’t give a fuck about how you feel
Hoe

You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t

You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t 
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t
You cannot smoke with us 
You can’t, you can’t

Cannot Smoke With Us

Cannot Smoke With Us (Prod. Slyye)

Slyye's fourth solo album made and recorded between 2024 - 2025. Out Tha Dark contains 11 total tracks and was made with a variety of equipment. This album is entirely produced by Slyye and features LV*RK as a guest producer. Out Tha Dark features Apoc Krysis and Playa Envy of the Crucified Click.

Produced by Slyye
Track 4 Coproduced by LV*RK (https://soundcloud.com/sacrifice7)
Featuring Apoc Krysis (https://soundcloud.com/apoc_krysis) & Playa Envy (https://soundcloud.com/lvrdak)
Mixed and Mastered By Slyye
Atlanta, GA

Tracklist
1.) Out Tha Dark Intro
2.) Buck a Trick
3.) Hog Killin'
4.) RNGS (Lost to Time) [Ft. Lurk818]
5.) Tha Wicked Side (Ft. Playa Envy)
6.) Can't Play (Interlude)
7.) Where Tha Playaz Dwell
8.) Cannot Smoke With Us
9.) From Da Tint (Ft. Apoc Krysis)
10.) Wish It Away
11.) Out Tha Dark Outro

Slyye Productions
2025 Sucka Free World (SFW)
2025 6FEETDEEPRECORDS (6FD)
2025 Mind Yo Gull (MYG)

Out Tha Dark

MORE $LYYE AND KO$TE COMING SOON

MISERY 

VISUAL : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoGbzwJjNHo

Production: https://soundcloud.com/phonkdaplayastation

https://soundcloud.com/koste_music
https://soundcloud.com/dosbeast210

WICKED ONES

VISUAL

SLYYE X KOSTE - WICKED ONES ft. DEATH FACE (PROD. VIOLENCETAHELL)

LYRICS: 

I’m lost inside the maze that seems to be my head, I do not know where to go.
Frustration got me seeing red, I swear I cannot even cope.
With all the stress that is projected on the minds of the youth.
These problems keep on coming up, I swear we’ll never find the truth.
And when it comes it will be swift, destruction will take its place.
There ain't a thing that you can do, but stare the abyss right in the face.
It is so futile to resist the future that will surely come.
You can’t control what’s set in stone, don’t fight your fate, you just succumb.

To the madness, to the mayhem, understand the world is plagued.
The light of God has waned upon the human race, we can’t be saved.
All these senseless acts of violence hint to a greater motive.
Search your feelings, feed your mind, can’t you see the world is coded.
Behold the pale horse when it comes, cuz what it brings is severe.
Recognize the evil and refuse to live a life of fear. 
Kill your masters with the strings that they use to hold the reins.
They need to understand they cannot keep us down within their chains.

The government preys on the lesser while the people tear each other down.
Rise above these tendencies and maybe then they’ll come around.
Spineless leaders hold the strings and promise they will make a change.
They’re all just puppets of the serpent, in my eyes they’re all the same.
Corrupted by their own desires that are twisted and depraved.
The world is run by shadows, misery will put us in the grave.
A virus rages through the nation and our people cease to care.
The police beat my people down for decades tell me, how that’s fair? 

The racists will not stop until we fold to the struggle.
Then we rise against oppression, then they shout we’re causing trouble.
It seems that we can never win, in this world controlled by sin.
The cycle will persist and history repeats once again.
The end of days is upon us, if you can’t accept it you are lost. 
Best you heed these words and kneel, confess your sins to your cross.
All you sheep can come and get it, if you don’t like what I say.
I do not give a damn, misery won’t cease or go away.

THE PALE HORSE

2.) SLYYE X VIOLENCETAHELL - THE PALE HORSE

SLYYE AND MOSS COME FROM THE TRENCH

ART BY: https://soundcloud.com/hernvndez666

PRODUCED BY: https://soundcloud.com/mistxplaya

SLYYE X MOSS - THE TRENCH (PROD. MISTA PLAYA)

FEATURING: https://soundcloud.com/benjamin_billz

SESSION feat. In$idious POE

SLYYE - SESSION feat. In$idious POE (PROD. APOC KRYSIS)

1ST TRACK.

ENTER THE CRYPT 

PRODUCED BY PHXNKY FLEXX.

LYRICS:

[VERSE]
I’m still comin hard with that devil shit 
If you don’t like it muthafucka you can suck my dick 
Ridin to the park, smokin hay, bumpin Triple Six 
Children of the Corn in the graveyard when I’m hittin licks 
Victim of this shit, no witnesses, murda on my mind bitch 
Hollow points to yo back got you feelin soft quick
Trick busta muthafucka you can step into my zone 
I promise you won’t stand a chance unless ya bring a fuckin tone 
Domin bustas with my fists and my fuckin elbows 
Doomin suckas to a ditch with a damn snub nose 
Dirty hoes on my balls, as if they were polo draws 
Commence the suckin and the fuckin as I penetrate her walls 
Creepy creepin SLYYE, rising from tha cold crypt 
Bizzo busta you will die, if you test my nuts, and ya slip 
All I spit is wickedness, comin with the ruthlessness
Yeen know off the fuckin rip, I’m clickin with that devil shit 

[HOOK]
Still comin hard with that devil shit 
If you don’t like it muthafucka you can suck my dick 
Ridin to the park, smokin hay, bumpin Triple Six 
Children of the Corn in the graveyard when I’m hittin licks
 
Still comin hard with that devil shit 
If you don’t like it muthafucka you can suck my dick 
Ridin to the park, smokin hay, bumpin Triple Six 
Children of the Corn in the graveyard when I’m hittin licks

ENTER THE CRYPT (STILL COMIN' HARD)

SLYYE - ENTER THE CRYPT (PROD. PHXNKY FLEXX)

MORE SLYYE AND HEXMANE ON THE WAY.

PRODUCED AND WRITTEN BY SLYYE AND HEXMANE.

MIXED BY HEXMANE.

BIG SHOUTOUT AND THANK YOU TO HEXMANE.

LYRICS:

[SLYYE]
I cherish the days, when you were at my football games
Sitting in the f-150 bumpin' Isaac Hayes 
The commodores and Al Green, the music stays with me 
I’ll always think back to the times we lived in Tennessee 
Before the misery, that was too soon to ensue 
I miss all the car trips listening to the blues 
Always watching the news and sittin' in the den 
I never had a clue, I was a kid back then.

You were my dad when my own father walked away 
You kept an eye on me when mom was working late 
You never led me astray, you told me do your best 
It broke my soul when we all had to lay you to rest 
I try to stay out of trouble pushin' on through the struggle
Even though I slip up and on occasion I fumble 
You listened when I was Mark, and now they call me SLYYE 
No direction in life, deep down I still wanna die.

[HEXMANE]
And If I die, nobody batting an eye sat and fed the denial 
But happiness is a lie
Keep on eating the bile
They fed you since your a child
Telling you how to live and telling you when to smile
I tried to break out the chains cause they never gave me a file
Selling me all these scripts and they selling em by the pile
Just elements in a vial
Turn that shit to a powder
Press it into a pill
Still crying up in the shower
I’m sorry I had my fill
 
And the milk is getting too sour
I tried to rid of myself and I’m nothing more then a coward
Working away my life I’m climbing a crumbling tower
Climbing a broken ladder for pennies and no power
Ticking away the hours
Till I can burn up the flower
You can pick at my brain but only if I allow it
And nothing will ever change all my demons will pull me backwards
Only thing I learned was in the end nothing mattered

AS WE CLOSE THE DOOR

SLYYE X HEXMANE - AFTER WE CLOSE THE DOOR

2ND TRACK.

THERE IS HELL TO PAY.

PRODUCED BY ME, SLYYE HIMSELF.

LYRICS:

[SLYYE]
Bitch it’s SLYYE of MISERY and I’m kickin' down yo door.
With that Anna on yo chest how bout you come and meet your foe. 
Get some buck come test yo luck against this lord of wickedness.
Eyes red, full of fire, I am your antithesis.
Black hair, I don’t care, I will make you waste away. 
Beat you down into a pulp until your blood stains my face.
With the grace, with the force, without any hesitation. 
You will bleed real slow, from this twisted act of hatred.

Look what you brought upon, now you will see. 
The grave consequences of challenging me. 
Manifestations of malice and violence take hold of my brain. 
It’s best you run and flee. 
You cannot be saved, there's hell to pay.
Paying the toll with your bones and your pain. 
Devil shit, crucifix, Satanic rituals. 
Slicing your veins, the blood will rain. 
Creepin’ and schemin’ I’m reaping your life. 
Guttin’ you slow with a slice of a knife. 
Makin’ you pay with the ultimate price. 
Paid the disaster with a sacrifice. 
Burnin’ below in the depths of hell. 
Decayin’ flesh is the festerin’ smell. 
Demonic entities, horrid propensities.
Rise from the fire, they will prevail.

[HOOK x3]
Gangsta shit, shot to yo brain like a .45 . 
Bustin' the lead through yo head now the punk dead. 
You bustas ran yo mouth now you will pay the price. 
I paid the disaster and the muthafuckin' sacrifice.

IT'S ON IN THE SOUTH

HELL TO PAY

SLYYE - HELL TO PAY

8TH TRACK.

CRAWL THRU MISERY.

PRODUCED BY ISVVC.

https://soundcloud.com/isvvcisvvcisvvc

LYRICS: 

Waking up every morning and I burn a bowl of tree. 
Blow the smoke from my lungs, I got a day a head of me. 
Gotta get my mind clear so I can get this damned degree. 
Workin every fuckin day so I can make my ends meet.
With the hand that I was given, gotta play my cards right.
I was taught to never falter and to never lose sight.
Of my vision, of my mission, of my muthafuckin plan. 
They can’t ever take your knowledge, gotta stick it to the man. 
With these odds dealt against me, ain’t nobody got my back. 
I confide in the silence and I never show a crack. 
No trust for these suckas, they just wanna see you fall.
Breakin bustas without pity cuz this playa’s gotta ball. 

With my morals as my shepherd, I crawl thru this misery. 
Bridges burn to the ground as I smell the hickory. 
Don’t you dare turn around, never dwell upon the past. 
Learn and grow from your defeat, know that nothing ever lasts.
Everlasting pain and struggle, I see this world turn to waste. 
I see the failures that unfold, all my efforts were misplaced. 
Quit yo cryin’ , stop complainin’ , don’t you dare become complacent. 
Know your actions only follow you until you’re under pavement. 
Undertaken by the struggle, six feet deep inside the dirt. 
It doesn’t take a fuckin genius to see that I hate the earth.
Waging war with my words until I slip and waste away.
I persist in my decay, never ever will I go away.

CRAWL THRU MISERY

SLYYE - CRAWL THRU MISERY (PROD. ISVVC)

Make em crawl.

PRODUCED BY ME (SLYYE).

It seems you’ve met yo maker now you awaken at the end 
This ain’t a dream or fantasy, this isn't something of pretend 
Transported to a world, deep inside the ego of your brain 
A wise man will bear advice, so listen to the wisdom man
My name is SLYYE, the black sheep, I’ve come to light the way
Guide you thru the strife and struggle and keep miseries at bay 
Living life, it ain’t easy but you gotta follow through
Do not succumb to the pain, now I’m gonna dish some truths 

Don’t let a single person of this earth define what your worth is 
The ones who only try to bring you down are truly worthless 
Don’t let a muthafucka ever diss you or your purpose 
Make em kiss the ground, make em drown and stay determined 
Fuck em all, fuck em all, make them muthafuckas crawl 
Keep your nose down to the grindstone, tell them to kiss yo fuckin balls
Man this life is way to short to live so cherish everyday
These are the rules that I live by and fuck what anyone gotta say

[BRIDGE]
Fuck em all, fuck em all, make them muthafuckas crawl (x4)

[HOOK]
Don’t let a single person of this earth define what your worth is 
The ones who only try to bring you down are truly worthless (x4)

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