Bloody ink pen real recognize real a rats gon rat and a snakes gon hiss nigga that's the kiss of death Dragons breath kush moving weight 1 bag turns into 2 and two turns into fo eighth to a half a oz to whole oz struggling got more clientele on the way fake names code yo shit before the CIA and the Feds knock at yo mamas doe that's a sure way to get pinched never flinched at this life rolled the dice trapping endo bud professional weight dealers only in my section when shit gets too hot sketchy niggas fade away into the abyss just like the body on the shore crack game 80'$ baby shits crazy datura spiritual mesh baking soda yola boiling water whipped chickens culinary route triple beam serve a batch got the whole block on the rock but no Spaulding included a dealer with out the product is worse than a crack head with out a pizzo wrist game so deadly ambidextrous ain't no nigga could ever step to this get checked at the doormat crack as sweet as caramel sugar lemon wit the light stir in mix lit got my phone on the trap boost mobile under radar sonar nigga won't ever catch a nigga to swift

Mos Def a true goat emcee

Can I use this

Not quite right it repeats too soon. Close though 👍

Thank you!

Hey Man, amazing! The second part should be a little bit faster but great job! Do you have a loop of the third part somewhere? I'd love to freestyle and write some lyrics on the third part but it's too short

There isnt even hats in the og 💀💀💀 what is this

Dude this is Dope!

why does this sound like a loop?

those kicks and bassline :D

This go

Uh Yeah Yeah yeah Mic check check check Uh, yeah, yeah, uh Survival of the fittest, my nigga Check, check, check I need a check, check, check Bitch, uh, yeah, uh Shit's so real, gotta use fake names Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain (My brain) Erica said I never changed (Never changed) Lifestyles of the insane You was like a brother to me, no other to me Swear I would trade my life for yours, I knew you was fucking with me Found out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches to sleep Ain't going to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky G Now Ricky G, he had a cousin named Yella with bricks of yola Had a Mexican that came 'cross the border to Arizona They was getting shit for seventeen Tossin' shit to me for twenty-eight Bitch go for thirty-one, I barely ate Seen them niggas frown when I started breaking that shit down Said I need more time with them chickens, I'm out here making rounds Jealous niggas want they twenty-eight up front now I bought all the damn clientele, we could have ran the town But fuck it, you cut the price, then I fly to Phoenix Said if you ain't copping like twenty, then, cocksucker, beat it They put Yella Boy on the evening news Devil on my shoulder said, "Fuck friends 'cause cash rules" Shit's so real, gotta use fake names Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain, uh Christina said I never changed (Never changed) Lifestyles of the insane I done walked through hell in these size 12's Speak it from my own mouth before I let the time tell Dream team legal, I never take an L Courtroom, funeral fresh, Givenchy my lapel Pouring up, foreigned up, three bricks, I'm a hundred up Jack a pussy, blow his pack, that's how you fuck the summer up Fuck it up, bottled up, your hoes fuck for followers Finessers, carries, tiger lilies, bitch, I'm super modeled up Well pimp that My hoes twist it fat, she roll ten Backwoods out the zip, yeah Pasadena, Reno, came to Vegas, it was lit, yeah Crystal Lynn came all the way to Denver for the dick, yeah Had to cancel my Miami trip, that bitch was sick, yeah Put me on, always put me on Then labor sixteen hours, need to put me on Drop a zone, dope ain't locking up, this shit done took too long Shout out to BO and Charlie Mack, man, bring them niggas home Most my dawgs got life in jail from conversations on the phone I bought my first mansion, told my mama leave that dope alone, forget that Used to get ten bricks Dominicano off the lip, yeah Put that on my nephew Luciano, we the shit, yeah (Luci) Bitch, I put your pussy in the mail, I need to see it, yeah Abby used to follow me on tour, that shit was lit, yeah Put me on, Freddie, put me on (She was like) Put me on, Otis, put me on I used to love that bitch though Yeah, Kane Yeah, yeah, remain Yeah, yeah, put me on, put me on Put me on, Amber, put me on Put me on, Nina, put me on, uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Hahaha, hello All my niggas, man, they ready It is time once again for the two motherfuckers Madlib the Beat Konducta, straight from California So light the motherfucking weed up bitch Turn the sound up, let us go And as usual, no fuck boys Real niggas only

Shit so real...

Whoaaa nailed it, this is FAT dude

You fuckin did it

L I T

Dope track.

niceee job youre a god!

the king