Lyrics: I’m just like 
Close up the windows 
Duct tape the blinds 
I don’t wanna go outside 
Fuck liquor fuck wine 
I’m chugging full 40s 
And I’m feeling Devine 
Well at least most of the time 
Bitch I got my back 
All up on the flo 
Looking at the ceiling watching all the lights go 
Bitch you’ll get smacked 
For talking hell no 
Better shut up get your nut up if you coming coming with that fuck shit bro 
Fuck This bro 
Fuck this 
Fuck this 
Fuck this bro
Fuck a function Bitch 
Wtf is up with you 
If you not fucking with me bitch 
Then who the fuck is fuckin with you 
If you hatin on the other side 
Then give me a buck or 2 
You a punk ass motha fucka through and fuckin through 
100 percent a loser man you know what it do 

Bitch I feel the breeze 
Make me feel like I’m at ease 
When this cold ass earth makin all these hearts freeze 
Fuck it 
Turn this bitch up whenever you please 
fuck it 
When I make a song I never miss 
Like I be shooting 3s 

All I gotta say is 
Fuck you bitch 
And if you gotta problem with it you can 
Suck my dick

Fuck them
Hit you wit dat 1 2 
Fuck 12 
I do what I want to 
Hell yeah 
Never let em take dat 
Fuck a hell cat 
I’ll be riding in a maybach

BREEZY BABY

[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)

ULTIMATE TERROR BY TERRORTEMPLE

OGRABBITWALKER & LOKRYPT

TRACK 1

[PROD. DEAD RETIRE]

KILLACROW

Lyrics:

ENVIOUS̸
(Yuh) (yuh) (ay) 
Who am I suicide 
been on my mind as of late 
I don’t know where to go 
bitch I think I’ve sealed my fate 
sold my soul let me go
then I fuckin suffocate 
paralyzed, outta time 
bitch I’m stuck inside my grave
let me go
let me die
I don’t want to be alive 
I don’t wanna be this high 
I don’t want to live this life 
take tha knife kill me now 
I’m just a clown in a court, smoke a port 
im okay, maybe I’ll just fade away

RO$ETTA
kill me slowly mothafucka
let me suffer from this pain 
i’ve been living life in denial 
heading to an early grave 
what it was, what it is 
it doesn’t matter anyway 
cuz all this shit was for nothing 
and we all finna die someday

so i’m thinking of committing suicide 
but i don’t wanna make my mom cry
and my dad has been losing so many good people
it’d kill him to see me die 
so i kick back, take a rip off the pen
then look up at the sky 
all i know is the bud is just running out
and i’m sick of gettin high 
Word up
Yeah I’m sick of gettin high
Word up
Yeah I’m sick of gettin high
Word up
Yeah I’m sick of gettin high
Word up
And I fuckin wonder why 
Word up

I WONDER (Ft. RO$ETTA)  [Prod.DJ BUDDRIGHT] [OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS!!!]

Mold VI X LOKRYPT [Prod. Dancin Mane]

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] [OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS!!]

[RO$ETTA]
don’t try and run 
i’ll spill your blood
all over the fucking place 
i’ll have this room look painted red
zetta sealed your fucking fate 
you mothafuckas dead 
if i’m seeing you come around my way
i’m harry pothead, slytherin gang 
i’m son of the fucking snake

a cobra’s what i am
striking you down bitch it’s what i do
never fucked wit none of the xans 
but i’ll be smoking on some of the boof
and hoe i’m getting high as hell
thats when my raps become murderous tools
the ill minded mafia coming the kill
along wit the grimelife we coming for you 

[LOKRYPT]
red eyes, red dot, i don’t really give a fuck
i’m psycho mane and  creepin up
AK blast up on a punk
mane i swear i’m fucking done
with these pussy hoes thinking they tough
slide up on em, rough em up
slap a bitch for barking too much
TERRORTEMPLE never fuss

never cuff no hoe if it’s fake love
don’t know who to trust
but at least my brother with me
shouts out to RO$ETTA mane
feel my pain as i collide 
with these feelings that i hide inside
mask up on my face
won’t leave a trace
when i step to terrorize the blind

RED DOT x LOKRYPT

“Lost Focus”
Produced by @5dlos

(A.M.E.C.K.)

I can read the room
You ain’t even say a thing
I been putting on
For my motherfuckin’ team
Everything been going so fast
Like a dream
But I gotta slow it down
Just to see the scenes
Fam ain’t focused
He just tryna see the gleam
Gotta be strong
This right here ain’t for the weak
Every time they knock you down
Stay up on your feet
Even when they thought I’m down
Never seen defeat
Pussy ass niggas always do it
On the sneak
You ain’t getting close
You ain’t ever in my reach
When I see ‘em in person
Head down and don’t speak
But I can’t focus on the clowns
Need peace

(BOONE)

Ain’t had enough
Go ahead and try to stop me
Live it up
Connect the links
Invest the profit
Lil Shunny a little naughty
Lil Shunny he been on it 
Toke then take days one by one
Note to fakes you gon’ get bodied
Stay out my way
I need to focus
The days we waste
Will go unnoticed 
Stay out my way
I need to focus
The days we waste
Will go unnoticed 
Stay out my way
I need to focus
The days we waste
Will go unnoticed
Stay out my way
I need to focus
The days we waste
Will go unnoticed

BOONE X A.M.E.C.K. - Lost Focus (Prod. 5DLO$)

LYRICS:

counting up, getting money 
watch me fly by 
down and up, with my bitch 
she wanna take mine
money calling, dripped out like a high tide
steady balling on these bitches mane, prime time 
all this weed smoke
so high, i can’t think low
charging like rico, barking like kilo
getting money like a cheat code

spend a lot
getting cash even while i’m not 
awake, fast, push the gas the exhaust pop
ride off in the distance with my blunt hot 
bottle cold with my mothafuckin gun cocked
put it yo mouth if you wanna try me 
i could get you iced, i ain’t talking time peice
mothafuckas getting mad they can’t find me 
all the way up to the top i put em all behind me 

fucked up off that drink
30 blunts in, now i can’t feel my face
but i got a lot to say so i keep on fucking chasing 
all this hard liquor, that’s a minimal vacation
i’ve been up and down, mane i’ve been trying 
getting high, wiping tears with diamonds
on my pinky rang, round my neck, 2 european chains
sipping on a fiji potion watch my diamond chains swang

counting up, getting money 
watch me fly by 
down and up, with my bitch 
she wanna take mine
money calling, dripped out like a high tide
steady balling on these bitches mane, prime time 
all this weed smoke
so high, i can’t think low
charging like rico, barking like kilo
getting money like a cheat code

if only they knew 
what i was boutta do 
they’d say 5 he is a fool
me and zetta off the shits
man we really keep it cool 
catch us riding in the coupe 
getting sloppy with the crew 
nah we don’t wanna scoop 
yeah 
call me saul goodman the way i get you off
and it’s all good man cause we always finna ball 
bitch i just skipped work, i aint give em no call 
but i am not a no show 
never wake up like where did my bread go?
calling shawty back, she gon pick up the phone like hello?
daddy where you been? 
i been dropping them perks in my yellow 
self talk in the mirror like who i wanna be?
i just wanna be myself times 3
i know my liver really gotta hate me 
gotta gotta hate me 

counting up, getting money 
watch me fly by 
down and up, with my bitch 
she wanna take mine
money calling, dripped out like a high tide
steady balling on these bitches mane, prime time 
all this weed smoke
so high, i can’t think low
charging like rico, barking like kilo
getting money like a cheat code

countin up (gettin money)

countin up (gettin money) x 5DOLLAWATUH

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SirTripleSix - Red5 (Produced By Rxkz)

LYRICS:

VERSE 1: 
Look into my eyes and you will see this world is full of misery
there is no god there is no peace 
the things you love are all deceased 
there’s only pain so take the blade and slit your vein and just let go 
always feeling so detached I lost trust and lost my hope 
I know I can’t ever cope with all the things I’ve ever said everything I’ve ever done mane I wish that I was dead leave my brains up on the wall 
leave my body full of stress 
I’m so done with all this shit mane I just think I’m too depressed 


VERSE 2: 
(What’s the)x2 
What’s the definition
I think I’m so done living 
I cannot make decisions so I guess I’ll take prescriptions
nobody ever listened
they just assume I’m trippin
so I’ll sit back roll a blunt and tie the noose around my neck
I’m always wishin for my death
so maybe god will hear me out so I can finally lay and rest cause life only full of stress
you can only watch it burn 
fade away and turn to smoke
life’s joke and you are nothing 
just remember that Fasho.

THE DEFINITION OF LIFE  [Prod. RO$ETTA] (UGLY MIX)

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