Released on August 25, 2021

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[TrippyTheKid]

Nobody can stop this, I’ve been in my head again

The Kid is on some hot shit, trynna get that bread again

And any you can not diss, I'm not trynna grow up

Voices get up noxious but now we botta blow up

Nobody can stop this, I’ve been in my head again

The Kid is on some hot shit, trynna get that bread again

And any you can not diss, I'm not trynna grow up

Voices get up noxious but now we botta blow up


[IcyDaRabbit]

Stuck here all alone as I’m weeping at night

And the demons in my bedroom they get stuck inside my sight

But then I find some hope while my phone is showing the light

And the monsters in my ear say, “I won’t be alright”

But now they’re dead to me, Writing all my melodies

Acting like a Siren cause I’m singing all these symphonies

I’m pulling up these enemies who want to grab the best of me

But I will be the man who’s standing till the last breath. That’s a guarantee. Yea

My minds gone to the stage outback

I’ve lost my soul, my heart gone black

But it’s hard to get your life on track

When your looking up to a wall of plaques

Rotting core like an apple, Mac!

So much pounds I’m gaining, Stack!

Industry getting lazy, Slack!

Freakshow Kings! We’re crazy, Fact!

Potting all my schemes while my soul is in the darkness

I’m noting down the lyrics so that we can kill shot all the targets

And when you’re in the hurt, It’s the pain that I will harvest

No you can’t not stop this, It’s time to cause a carnage!

I’m evolving like a creature cause I need to adapt

People thinking I am heartless cause I know how to rap

They treat me like a buffet cause they wanting the scraps

And bygones can’t be bygones if you live in the past, damn


[TrippyTheKid]

Nobody can stop this, I’ve been in my head again

The Kid is on some hot shit, trynna get that bread again

And any you can not diss, I'm not trynna grow up

Voices get up noxious but now we botta blow up

Nobody can stop this, I’ve been in my head again

The Kid is on some hot shit, trynna get that bread again

And any you can not diss, I'm not trynna grow up

Voices get up noxious but now we botta blow up