Released on February 28, 2025

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(Intro):

I don't wanna go hell

Ugh, Hellstein

Yah, Yah, Agh!

I want that flow !

Yeah

(Pre-Hook):

Hate when the cameras all up in my face

Close to a spark up, burn me up an ace

Dealing with jokers set up on the deck

Anchored in morals could've gon tourettes

Ain't shipping the coldness, less the neck in hives

Mind your little beez, I'm combing out your pride

Patching soft spots unanounced

Do not creep up on me nah

(Hook):

Back off from right from me, better unrecord

Having that post-trauma, that's a morgue

Kill off 'em vamps

Kill off the spirits too

Because Hell been singing enough

No need for Zodi-s and them angel codes

They triple it six times for your conscious

Need to break free and hit the luminaries

Many want to be gods on this earth

(Verse 1):

Safe to say put ground work in this dirt game

Cause this industry full of these earthworms

Having owl eyes wide as a Bohemoths

Cause these drac's everywhere

Forced to take care of my business like a foetus

Ain't gon' abort this gift at the clinic

Could of been doctor like my grandpop

But didn't conform to the lineage, Ugh

Listen mama had to tell you, Agh

Became a bad boy with no diddy's like bops

Had to take a chance on everything

This is my letter telling without any supports

(Wooooo, Woooo!)

Crying I switched up, Hey

Why complaining?, Go and unrecord that

Could not post up with darkened ages like nights before

(Pre-Hook):

Hate when the cameras all up in my face

Close to a spark up, burn me up an ace

Dealing with jokers set up on the deck

Anchored in morals could've gon tourettes

Ain't shipping the coldness, less the neck in hives

Mind your little beez, I'm combing out your pride

Patching soft spots unanounced

Do not creep up on me nah

(Hook):

Back off from right from me, better unrecord

Having that post-trauma, that's a morgue

Kill off 'em vamps

Kill off the spirits too

Because Hell been singing enough

No need for Zodi-s and them angel codes

They triple it six times for your conscious

Need to break free and hit the luminaries

Many want to be gods on this earth

(Verse 2):

I've seen niggas start to move different

Regardless to glistening wrists

Started with icing out all of them vultures

Yes I'm cold hearted in this bit

Framed to the glace, downgrading my lips

Used to get into flaps about a little

Streets always antarctic'

Warming up close is the hardest

Discernment double coat me up into an inuit lifestyles

Spurring animalistic arsenals

Imma keep it one buck, Would you say? "Deary me"

If all that was hunted was falling down

Like London Bridge, London Bridge

London Bridge, London Bridge

Longing for help nearly reach for the cannabis

Weeding out niggas that sent from the baphomet

Forget that goat talk came black sheep because of it, Oooooo

(Pre-Hook):

Hate when the cameras all up in my face

Close to a spark up, burn me up an ace

Dealing with jokers set up on the deck

Anchored in morals could've gon tourettes

Ain't shipping the coldness, less the neck in hives

Mind your little beez, I'm combing out your pride

Patching soft spots unanounced

Do not creep up on me nah

(Hook):

Back off from right from me, better unrecord

Having that post-trauma, that's a morgue

Kill off 'em vamps

Kill off the spirits too

Because Hell been singing enough

No need for Zodi-s and them angel codes

They triple it six times for your conscious

Need to break free and hit the luminaries

Many want to be gods on this earth

(Outro):

Many want to be gods on this earth, Agh

Many want to be gods on this earth

Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah

(This the mixtape of the year!)

That's the wave, wavy coldest