(Lyrics)

Yeah I’m down on my luck but I’m up on my money 
Yo bitch is corrupt, I put it in her tummy 
And my crowd gon erupt, saw ur crowd, shit was funny 
Soon I’m gon kick her out she was actin too scummy

I say adios, get her out the door, but I’m not sorry tho
Wario, look like Waluigi mixed with Mario
Sorry bro, can’t hear whatchu said, turned up the audio
Naughty hoe, bitch giving me head call that a sloppy Joe

I’m a new disciple, yo bitch gonna stay a while
And I got me a new title, got her wet just like the Nile
Said u gonna pull up, better watch out for the rifle
And I’m aiming for the neck bitch yeah I’m gonna leave u stifled 

Hoes be trifling, got them girls addicted like a Vicodin
U need to be quiet why u always steady pipin in
She told me she want me and that she wanna help me slide it in
Wait, do u really want the life I live?
People try to play u like a violin 

Bitch, u work a 9-5 wearing khakis
I run up the money like I’m running at a track meet
U must be a dumbass if u think my friends won’t back me
3 vibes in my car, 1 in the front, 2 in the backseat

They ain’t got no clothes on when they jump in the pool 
Ion give a fuck if u “cool”
U look like a motherfuckin tool
Saw how I live of course u gonna drool 

Spraying hoes down like I’m spraying an ak
Just hit the pilot now he screaming out mayday 
Always out here wylin gettin money, my payday 
Do his ass like Kendrick now Im gonna be like say drake
Heard u like em young, hold a gun to ur tongue
Why u going for a girl? U ain’t going for no lady
Actin like a nun, but u dumb, u gon run
If u like em young my bro shoot up the play date 
But my broski doesn’t miss like he tayK

Okay, okay, okay, 
Acting so fake, so fake, so fake
No way, chopstick, lo mein
U ain’t no tank, you’ll blow up like some motherfuckin propane
Ur soul flame at the party snorting on the cocaine
U gettin lower than ur own low fade
U only stick to shit just like a snowflake
Put a tack on yo toe, give u toe pain

Yeah I’m down on my luck but I’m up on my money 
Yo bitch is corrupt, I put it in her tummy 
And my crowd gon erupt, saw ur crowd, shit was funny 
Soon I’m gon kick her out she was actin too scummy

I say adios, get her out the door, but I’m not sorry tho
Wario, look like Waluigi mixed with Mario
Sorry bro, can’t hear whatchu said, turned up the audio
Naughty hoe, bitch giving me head call that a sloppy Joe

Sloppy Joe. [prod. JXYLN & RXKZ]

Thousand Dollar Fantasy is a soulful heartbreak rap laid over smooth boom bap drums and a haunting vocal sample. It tells the story of giving your all to someone who only loves the lifestyle, not the person behind it. Vulnerable bars meet rich harmonies as I question love, lust, and what it means to chase a fantasy that leaves you empty.

For the ones who ever felt played, drained, or stuck in a one-sided connection — this is your soundtrack.

🎙 Real pain. Real soul. Welcome to the fantasy.

THOU$AND DOLLAR FANTA$Y

Get Money is a track from the collaborative EP Two [Side] by Mel the curator and SAiNt. 

With vocal delivery from Mel the Curator and production from Prodbyssn aka SAiNt. this track presents a 2000's Pharrell / Timbaland style production with groovy vocals and overall dance vibe.

Two [Side] : https://open.spotify.com/album/0L8ZrGUt32e3xEybGxVtQw?si=BAqqZf7FSxmTbOTGJsdWQQ  

Two [Side]

Get Money

Inspired by late-nights and rainy city streets, this beat blends ethereal piano with 808s. Created during a midnight session in the studio.

📌 Use it for demos, freestyle sessions, film, TV, and more.
📌 💡 Credit me: @omargod or link to my profile.

More beats & collaborations:
• Instagram: @omarkhammash00
• Booking/inquiries: omargodbusiness@gmail.com

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#trap #melodic #freebeat

If Were Being Honest [prod. by omargod]

A song about my struggles, what's new. Shoutout @wifisfuneral

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effed up ft. Wifisfuneral

Nonchalant

Она — это сбой в привычном сценарии

Mellow Mood #1

Broke chains they not a thing

No green line across my neck

Cool breeze when I'm on the scene

So high never feel the stress

New flow and I'm going pro

Impulsive I don't second guess

Floating up in the scene

No weight I don't feel the press


No weight I don't feel the press

No way I don't feel depressed

Putting my life to the test

Living in a game of chess


So I'll drive real slow with my hand out the window let the cold night air in my T

Swerve in the road never do what I'm told every sign that I pass gets lost in memory

Roll with the lows in the highs that I know every thought that I have keeps slippin' from me

Shadows in the glass and the past movin' fast every mile that I take keeps burnin' slowly


Got the bass turned low and the moon lookin' gold while I hit my pen then blow

Every toke that I hit got a glimpse of a wish that I lost when I sold my soul

Got a heart full of steel when I grip on the wheel and a mind that won't let go

Rearview full of ghosts that I left in the smoke leave them all to roam alone


Broke chains they not a thing

No green line across my neck

Cool breeze when I'm on the scene

So high never feel the stress

New flow and I'm going pro

Impulsive I don't second guess

Floating up in the scene

No weight I don't feel the press


No weight I don't feel the press

No way I don't feel depressed

Putting my life to the test

Living in a game of chess


I'm tired of climbing up this ladder just to fall back down again

Keep patchin' up the cracks in my soul but it never holds within

Been runnin' from the weight in my chest like it won't catch up in time

These demons that I fight in the night always find their way back in again


Been tryna find a reason to breathe but the air is thin

The shadows that I carry never show up on my skin

I speak but every word I say gets swallowed by the wind

And silence is the answer when I see what could've been


Broke chains they not a thing

No green line across my neck

Cool breeze when I'm on the scene

So high never feel the stress

New flow and I'm going pro

Impulsive I don't second guess

Floating up in the scene

No weight I don't feel the press


No weight I don't feel the press

No way I don't feel depressed

Putting my life to the test

Living in a game of chess



Chess

tgc me - t.me/dmateevibe

prod. noizy
mix. daimatee


Это заброшенный стиль
И так не в славе купаемся
Ты дропаешь только когда
В тиктоке что то появляется

Это моя муза
Не прикасайся к ней сальными пальцами
Я не хочу потом оттирать 
Твое дерьмо от бита со шпателем

Ты не поверишь 
Но есть дохуя таких же соискателей
Которые дропают что попадется 
И этим рыгая на массы

Ты не продюсер
Раз пишешь в одном зафоршенном тайпе
Я уже победил
Когда начал делать музыку с кайфом

Это мой сон 
Но скоро будет пробуждение
В следующий раз когда я буду делать это
Продолжай пускать по вене

Ты не упустишь возможность 
Стать от чего то зависимым 
Как же я рад 
Что мое тело от музыки виснет 

Я словно в вакууме 
Мне дышать уже настолько трудно
Сколько же вы породили глупых
Сколько можно выпускать для клубов

Какая мне разница 
Если я делаю то что нравится 
Если мне говорят что не шаришь
Если бы было это решаемо

Я не стану говорить
Что ты потерянный парень
Но ты нахватался хуйни
От этих брейнротов и скамеров

Мне даже обидно 
Что так происходит слишком часто
Тебе не хватает сжать с силой яйца
И просто делать то что будет нравится

Это заброшенный стиль
И так не в славе купаемся
Ты дропаешь только когда
В тиктоке что то появляется

Это моя муза
Не прикасайся к ней сальными пальцами
Я не хочу потом оттирать 
Твое дерьмо от бита со шпателем

Ты не поверишь 
Но есть дохуя таких же соискателей
Которые дропают что попадется 
И этим рыгая на массы

Ты не продюсер
Раз пишешь в одном зафоршенном тайпе
Я уже победил
Когда начал делать музыку с кайфом

то что нравится

Saint Pisces is a 25-year-old rapper and producer from South Wales, blending introspective storytelling with hard-hitting beats. His music explores themes of struggle, ambition, and self-growth, with tracks like Endless Echo reflecting the grind of chasing success and staying true to oneself. From the 9 to 5 hustle to dreams of a better life, Saint Pisces' raw lyrics speak to anyone pushing through life's challenges with resilience and determination.

Siddharth San Verma, aka SAiNt. is a talented artist and music producer celebrated for his captivating soundscapes. With over 108,000 streams.

Under the label PIETHIA AUDIO, which he owns, SAiNt. aims to further release many more records in collaboration with many artists and potentially a solo album in the future.

Having worked with labels like Chill Select and Simax, SAiNt blends various genres to create a unique style that resonates globally. His work evokes emotion and inspires creativity, appealing to diverse audiences.

As his discography and fanbase grow, SAiNt continues to innovate in music production, proving himself a significant presence in contemporary sound. Fans eagerly anticipate his upcoming projects.

With his new Project 'Two [Side]' alongside his fellow collaborator, Mel the Curator.

**UNDER MANAGEMENT OF PIETHIA AUDIO©**

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just spreading paint on any canvas i feel like.
*influenced mostly by: Jimi Hendrix, Lil Peep, Kurt Cobain, Lil B

music for the lost & the found.

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