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Sub-Zero
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Sub-Zero was released on March 20, 2026 by Hellbound Records as a part of the album Sub-Zero - Single
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Release DateMarch 20, 2026
LabelHellbound Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Sicko
Young Sicko
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Lawrence Rejon
Raymond Lawrence Rejon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Sicko
Young Sicko
Producer

Lyrics

I'm on trial, with my hand on the bible
Smellin' like a cologne, better weed and
Black and mild
Police always tryna put the homies on gang
File
They just wait to catch em playin' hide and
Seek with the rivals
Cases stackin' up in a pile, long as a mile
All I give to detectives, denial, denial
Gangsters used to earn respect, I guess it's out of style
Homies broke, hoes is ballin, man, all of
This shit is wild
And all I know is all I know, but what I know
Is when I go
Bury me in the O and bump on my freestyles
If trap music murdered gangster rap, I'm the revival
Haven't heard nobody spit solid shit like this in a while
I need to chill, Hit the store, roll a zigzag
And catch a spot on every wall in this hood cause it's mine
For real fuck how you feel, get your bitch back
Hit it to hurt you, dipped out, she ain't even fine, so chill
Kick back, grab a six pack Try to relax
Fuck that shit, there ain't no time to chill
Go get the strap, get your lick back
It's necessary if motherfuckers done crossed the line, for real, for real, ayy
One day I was mobbin' to the store to get some E&J
Fresh off the Montebello bus, headed to East LA
On my phone with Buddha when he was busted upstate
Choppin' it up about the hood and givin' him updates
Then I seen the whip, scurred up on me and heard him say
Ayy, what's up, ese you bang?
Where the fuck you from? This is, Gang
You know where I'm from, dawg, this is Vail Street all day
Which one of you fools crossed the homies out up the street?
To be honest, I could let you know right now, G, it was me
And three fools ran at the whip and they all rushed me
If they could, they would punk me, but I got heart, so they jumped me
Snatched my hat, tug of war'd it back, but I lost my money
Stashed inside my jacket, they jacked from me, so I'm runnin
Tried to catch up to the whip before they dipped, & I did
Bat to my head, but I still walked away with all of my shit
I need to chill, Hit the store, roll a zigzag
And catch a spot on every wall in this hood cause it's mine
For real fuck how you feel, get your bitch back
Hit it to hurt you, dipped out, she ain't even fine, so chill
Kick back, grab a six pack
Try to relax, fuck that shit, there ain't no time to chill
Go get the strap, get your lick back
It's necessary if motherfuckers done crossed the line, for real, for real, ayy
Got songs that'll make you cry, got songs that'll put you on
Got songs you can put on and the whole hood sing along
And verses too sharp, got lames beheaded like a weapon
And I know I curse a lot, but aye, my voice is a blessing
Songs for the bad kids in school stuck in detention
I got songs you can fuck your bitch to, but I should mention
Girls who get fucked to Young Sicko songs end up pregnant
And the fools who bump my shit on the daily are from the trenches
Lyrics that can keep you from getting a life sentence
And all I ask of you to do for me is pay attention
Embedded in every song that I ever wrote, there's a lesson
Like a letter in a bottle, I just hope you get the message
Written by: Raymond Lawrence Rejon
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