Diary Entry No.2 (Prod. Zach Rabbit)

Be A Hoe Ft. Crucified Click

DR FRANKENSTEIN (PROD.ZACH RABBIT)

[Verse 1]
Came from nothin’, nights cold, pockets empty and torn,
Walked through storms, felt the struggle since I was born.
Now they watch me shine, eyes twisted with envy,
Talkin’ behind backs, thinkin’ they can bend me.
Every step I took, every risk I braved,
Built this life, this empire, from the nights I stayed.
So when they look at you funny, jus’ remember this fact,
You made it from the ground, ain’t no turnin’ back.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every stare, every whisper, every sideways glance,
It’s proof you rose higher, it’s proof you took your chance.

[Chorus]
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember you made it,
Every grind, every hustle, every night you stayed in it.
Stackin’ dreams, risin’ high, fire in your chest,
Every doubt, every hater, put your grind to the test.
When they look at you funny, just know you won the fight,
From nothing to everything — you’re shining in the light.

[Verse 2]
They see the whips, the chains, the racks I stack,
But they don’t see the nights I spent fightin’ to get back.
Cold floors, empty meals, doubters all around,
Now they watch me rise, now they hear my sound.
Every scar, every loss, every sleepless night,
Turned into fuel, gave me focus, gave me might.
So when they look at you funny, jus’ remember the grind,
Every tear you shed, every time you stayed aligned.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every stare, every whisper, every sideways glance,
It’s proof you rose higher, it’s proof you took your chance.

[Chorus]
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember you made it,
Every grind, every hustle, every night you stayed in it.
Stackin’ dreams, risin’ high, fire in your chest,
Every doubt, every hater, put your grind to the test.
When they look at you funny, just know you won the fight,
From nothing to everything — you’re shining in the light.

[Bridge]
It ain’t about flexin’, it ain’t about fame,
It’s about respect for yourself, remember your name.
Every struggle you faced, every tear you cried,
Turned into armor, sharpened the lion inside.
So don’t let eyes or whispers pull you down,
Your crown is heavy, but you earned that crown.
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember your rise,
Look ’em in the face, and let fire fill your eyes.

[Verse 3]
Now I walk tall, skyline in my view,
Every move I make, every goal I pursue.
They can suss, they can doubt, but I ain’t phased,
Built my empire, earned respect, set the world ablaze.
Every sleepless night, every risk I braved,
Brought me here today, my hustle paved the way.
So when they look at you funny, jus’ remember this song,
You fought, you rose, and you’ve been strong all along.

[Chorus]
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember you made it,
Every grind, every hustle, every night you stayed in it.
Stackin’ dreams, risin’ high, fire in your chest,
Every doubt, every hater, put your grind to the test.
When they look at you funny, just know you won the fight,
From nothing to everything — you’re shining in the light.

[Outro]
Every stare, every whisper, every sideways glance,
Taught me patience, gave me power, gave me my chance.
When they look at you funny, jus’ remember your name,
Street-born, ambition-made — you’ve risen to claim your fame.

When They Look at You Funny

Luv U Owe

LAST SINGLE FROM THE TAPE IMA DROP.

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RATCHET GOD - BUDAKAI HENTAI 3 (PROD. POLYTONE)

Prod by DJ Kropotkin


Lyrics:

Sippin rum thinking dumb bout to hit a lick
Got a mind full of demons, find out if I'm counterfeit
Smack the fuck up out ya suckas thinking wicked aint legit
Black bandana on my face when I pull up with the stick
Got this 45 loaded blast it when u ain't notice
I dont play fair, gangsta unless u really my homie
Even then u dont know me, hit u up like it's a mafia hit
Dig ur grave, hit ur face really bout this gangsta shit



Back stabbing mutha fuckas get they throat slit
No shit, guaranteed a Judas up in yo clique
Get that shit up outta here, wicked coming for ur soul
U possed to know this how I roll, I told you this before
I got my homies from the south slanging dope to yo momma
Ur gangsta just a an act but u know I'm bout that drama
Homicidal with this shit, got my riders with ur bitch
Fuck u know bout loyalty, homie dont know bout that shit

Mafia Hit (Prod. DJ Kropotkin)

rabbit I curse woe unto my foes 
across the hemisphere 
many millimeter hits decrease 
yo body temperature 
play me, you will quickly feel your life
begin to start fading
surpassing the process of aging 
I have been labeled as crazy
pills I won't take. they do not work
I'm fine
doctors tryna suppress natural instincts 
and reaction time
fuck that, fucking wit rabbit a killer
I promise these niggaz will get they
skull cracked,  no outcome above that.
fucking with niggas that love that
animosity from the enemy.
hellfire eruption from the barrel drain
your energy. 
nigga please, if I release 
you niggas will begin panicking 
first I will start shaking 
then I will start pacing frantically 
by this time you should already be out of the door
killing these niggas is becoming 
less of a hobby and more of chore