DIFFERENT SIDE

(Verse 1- SKELETONMANE)

You know it's SkeletonMane up in this bitch aka young october 66
Always keep that 45mm tucked in case pussy boy switch 
Dressed all black fully loaded ready to hit this lick

Creepin through yo block yeah you best be ready
Ridin with the gang in a crewcab Chevy 
Blood gonna spill everywhere 
this shit gon get messy 

So I cock it back and shoot 
It's a motha fuckin homicide 

So Whatcha gonna do?
Yeah You know you gon lose
Life or death you gon choose
I am the evilest 
There's no need to show the proof 
Pussy 
So fuck you and your group 
Nothing but fakes & tough talk that's what's I asssume 


(HOOK - SKELETONMANE)

Bitch I'm feeling right bitch I feel like tommy wright
Lookin through the sight bitch I feel like tommy wright 
Creepin through the night bitch I feel Tommy wright 
Hit them with the light bitch I feel like Tommy wright 
Left them in fright bitch I feel like Tommy wright 

(Verse 2 - PLAINFACE) 

Where the fuck you at
Say you know my location 
Sitting here with my buckshot 
Just know im Patiently waiting 
Throw them threats I know you 
Studio gangstas stay playing 
Sound like you west coast 
just know you 
ain’t what they claiming 

What the fuck is up? 
Stay licking on my nuts 
Your bitch is a slut 
Slurpin up this cum 
I’m so curupt
I don’t give a fuck 

Never did 
And never will 
My mind so fucking Ill
Swear to god I’m about kill 

From the dirt 
Where you ain’t 
got no mothafuckin worth
It’s absurd 
How these bitch boys they carry they purse 
run up in the valley you gon get your ass marked 
marking up my Talley of how many people I hurt

TOMMYWRIGHT FT. PLAINFACE PROD. EVIMY$TIC

[LYRICS]
i been away, sleeping through the day
cheefing on that hay 
and shi i lost a couple friends mane
but im still out to get paid
cuz scared money don’t make money
hoe i know the game 
in and out 
like the back of my hand 
hoe that’s why i’m making plays

strategically 
fuck the peace
hoe i do me and smoke my weed
bitch i be hustling in my corner
writing raps and making beats
so stay away, fuck the wait
bitch ima go at my own pace
and make that money by myself 
just like my momma had me raised

don’t need no dick riding 
mothafucking yes men in my circle
that shit gay
i’m out getting money
while these mothafuckas bumming 
off beats that i already made 
mane half of the time, i don’t even really try
i just speak my mind, and shit gets made
so ima do me, keep on keeping low key 
while yall stay home and play the game 

stay away 
stay away
stay away
stay away

shoutout @lokrypt for the cover

05/15/24

STAY AWAY (DROP ZETTA)

LOKRYPT X RO$ETTA - DUCK FO' COVER

Prod. RO$ETTA

(REMEDY)

Mane i been keepin to myself 
lately been livin like shit
could give a fuck what you say 
you aint got shit on illminded
this goes out to the faggots
who throwin shade on my music
yall just sum bustas, sum fuckboys
who cant back what ya say bitch

so im screaming fuck all yall
who aint been fucking wit me 
yall just some lane switchin bitchin
ass muthafuckas not G’s
better speak up with yo chest boy 
or get ya head kicked in
got $etta wit that barbed wire bat
envy, lunar wit them glock twins

($ETTA)

FUCK ALL YALL 2k24 (Prod. RO$ETTA)

Lyrics:

I’m the southwest killa mane chillin in the dirt
I got 9 millimeters mane I’ll put you in a hearse 
I got fucked up thoughts in my head and in my mind 
I got thoughts of vicious murder mane committing a horrible crime
So I always keep a blade mane you know i never front
So I load up my new pistol and I go out on a hunt 
Keepin that weapon on my side in case a busta wanna go 
Bitch I’m reachin up for the gauge I’ll shoot yo ass if you want smoke 
Fuck, fuck with ILL MINDED mane we run anotha fade 
Killin busta bitch who talkin shit and dissin on our name
Mane we straight from 505, kickin the southwest
Motherfuckas actin hard until they ass is gettin pressed

THOUGHTS OF VICOUS MURDER [Prod. EVIL MY$TIC]

BLACKSHEEP- BOMBS IN THE TRUNK  [ft. RO$ETTA & Lunarnm] ON ALL PLATFORMS*

PRODUCED AND MIXED BY RO$ETTA OF THE ILL MINDED MAFIA
COVER BY REMEDY OF THE ILL MINDED MAFIA

[LYRICS]

b-l-u to the n-t-s
is what i smoke
and what i roll
cheefing joints
that’s filled with hay
bump them speakers
is all i know
getting hella high
bloody eyes
let the smoke supply
cheefin like an indian 
you can call me chief so high

i don’t give a fuck
i’m rolling up 
smoking on that bud
burning up that flower
so my mind can ease up
on the cut
rolling up another one
smoke it all until it’s gone
then i kick back like a mack
go on and write a song

smokin in the southwest 
smokin in the southwest
rolling in the 505
cheefin up and getting high

my windows tinted
so i roll it up
and i proceed to smoke 
on a thousand blunts
the smoke is so thick
i can’t see what im toking
but only the flame 
when i pull on that junt
the fire is making my eyes so low
but my mind is up
somewhere so high
i’m mentally souring
up off of that quarter ounce
reached a new level 
up into the sky

so puff on that green
roll up on some joints
and split half with your team
making they ghetty green
counting up all the cream
smoke on a blunt 
then we all flee the scene
cuz that’s how doing this shit
mane all the way down in the 505
we pimping these hoes
smoking up, rolling bones
in the southwest, we getting so high

DIFFERENT SIDE

XAVIERBUMM