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Vacant
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Vacant was released on December 5, 2025 by ULTRA RARE ENTERTAINMENT LLC as a part of the album Vacant - Single
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Release DateDecember 5, 2025
LabelULTRA RARE ENTERTAINMENT LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM143

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
6ixmvn
6ixmvn
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Love Thomas
Louis Love Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Activated Vibes / ET
Activated Vibes / ET
Engineer

Lyrics

Shit I slept on the couch in the crib 
Started stacking and grinding 
It's more bout the benji 
My heart on island 
Gave more than they doubted 
For better or worse I was morally honest 
It's more bout the paper 
Shit gave 'em way more they a patient 
Sippin purp like play for lakers 
I was sure that id come from the basement 
My heart in matrix 
Get morally focused my heart in here vacant
I'm desperately showing
 I'm dying come save me 
the height of the jump
I was quietly saying 
My life wasnt worth it 
No comfort or saving 
Gave em hope it was than emotion 
Lost my bro I was desperately coping 
Get high as Kate 
I stayed moving and rapping 
So distant from the hope 
I could never image 
So far from the crib 
I been basically stranded 
Put life my raps 
But I'm dying to manage 
My bro die alone 
I been looking for answers 
My soul in here 
Look love in the dancers 
My poppop a saint 
Lost my soldier to cancer 
Different lows pop Xanax's on camera 
Jesus worth I could shuttle the anthem 
Like part of my life wasn't worth it I cancelled  I'm worth it I promise 
Cornerback I stay deep onna island 
My bro died alone I been working I'm honest 
Put teeth round neck like I'm part of Wakanda 
Put bet after bet I been risking I'm grinding 
Cut lights and let's bip from the coppers 
Proving fact I don't dick ride and gossip 
Quarterback how read out the option 
From a place we ain't given the option 
Lose his life throw his shoes on the wire 
No pics on the tee it's jus murder for hire 
So far outta love I don't risk it or try it 
Was raised in the streets so opinions are basis 
 Told my momma I get it I got us 
Put my Heart in these raps and the process 
From a city stuck in progress 
Missing my **** the part can't digest 
Living a life I was itching to die next
Night after night I was pushing the pail in 
Height after height I been looking to dive in 
 Most of my life wasnt worth it the conquest 
Give em all that had to the project 
I was drowning no line or life jack 
No survivors my life feel titanc
Losing folks it got harder to manage 
My life on edge I feel part of me damaged 
No comfort or hugs I feel all the way panicked 
No gifts after all I worked harder than average
 Swear night after night i remember me scrambling 
7th round I ain't never get drafted  
Put aside I was stuffed in cabinets 
Stuck in times they consider it past tense 
I'm the one they considered a addict
Written by: Louis Love Thomas
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