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Been dealing with a lot that the eyes cant see But the heart still feel But the body still know But the mind still think All this stressing might need a drink The human body was made to feel weak Always been blessed but sometimes I don't see

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I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred Pay my tithes at church from hustlin', even the pastor know we thuggin' (amen) My lil' cousin shot my brother, my brother got back, don't fuck with my cousin We got Glock's from seventeen, .33, we ain't goin' for nothin' (nothin') He tried do what I do and I do what I do, he really my baby boy Kel Tec .223 with a hundred round drum, that's probably my favorite gun Everybody know how it go, seen bro on bro, on God, we ain't shootin' no ones Baby got mills, I come through, foreign Sell these bands if it ain't no tourin' Fresh white tee and some Off-White Jordans Trackhawk too loud, it don't need no horn Keep my weed, I need my drugs Got two shells, gotta feed my sons It's only my fifth year, streets I run Run through weed every week, buy tonnes Nigga, I'ma speak, ain't bite my tongue I'm the one that's having that shit where I'm from Been 'round shit ever since I was young Fuck all my teachers, said I wouldn't be nothin' I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred Draco knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple If I catch his opp all by myself, I'ma spray him without 'em Smoke back to back in the Audi, we got the whole party cloudin' Rocked his ass to sleep, we slimed him out after we took him in He was clubbin' with the other side, we had to cook his ass We just shook they block in FX but we had Texas tag Dropped his ass then hit his nigga up so we burnt up the Jag' And my hood treat me like Baby, four packs of Fentanyl on me Hate to serve your little old lady but granny keep callin' me Any chopper hit, 'bout eighty ten shot for who followin' me And these streets is eat or get ate, ain't no niggas swallowin' me (brr) I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta running (runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred See something, I've got to have it, tuck your chain before I grab it (Ayy, tuck your chain, brrt) Spinned his block in the Caddy, these F&N's black and plastic (brrt) Ms. Gladys raised a savage, they said I shoot like my daddy (My daddy) Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile, and went near the Kardashian Ayy, thirty-eight racks to fix my grill, fifteen, eighty or two (bling) Bitch talking 'bout us settling down but I'm fuckin' her crew (she know it) 3754, pockets full, choppers and residue (brrt) We certified like the truth, bitch, it's 30, Baby and Pooh (brrt)

Montgomery Alabama that just who we be .. right above of Florida land of the trees … I be down bottom with some Real Og .. better get to da money cuz ain’t shit free .. sometime I hit rewind an get 2 back basic .. I’m looking at my hand an I’m holding all the Aces .. … to get to the Top gone require more patience .. nggz be in competition like really is racing ..i don’t like be challenge I ain’t got nun prove ..some of y’all lame azs ngz be fKN up whole groove .. anytime I’m on scene u kno h0z gone choose .. I’m natural winner excuse me if I don’t lose

For God so loved the world, as to give his only begotten Son; that whosoever believeth in him, may not perish, but may have everlasting life

I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred Pay my tithes at church from hustlin', even the pastor know we thuggin' (amen) My lil' cousin shot my brother, my brother got back, don't fuck with my cousin We got Glock's from seventeen, .33, we ain't goin' for nothin' (nothin') He tried do what I do and I do what I do, he really my baby boy Kel Tec .223 with a hundred round drum, that's probably my favorite gun Everybody know how it go, seen bro on bro, on God, we ain't shootin' no ones Baby got mills, I come through, foreign Sell these bands if it ain't no tourin' Fresh white tee and some Off-White Jordans Trackhawk too loud, it don't need no horn Keep my weed, I need my drugs Got two shells, gotta feed my sons It's only my fifth year, streets I run Run through weed every week, buy tonnes Nigga, I'ma speak, ain't bite my tongue I'm the one that's having that shit where I'm from Been 'round shit ever since I was young Fuck all my teachers, said I wouldn't be nothin' I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred Draco knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple If I catch his opp all by myself, I'ma spray him without 'em Smoke back to back in the Audi, we got the whole party cloudin' Rocked his ass to sleep, we slimed him out after we took him in He was clubbin' with the other side, we had to cook his ass We just shook they block in FX but we had Texas tag Dropped his ass then hit his nigga up so we burnt up the Jag' And my hood treat me like Baby, four packs of Fentanyl on me Hate to serve your little old lady but granny keep callin' me Any chopper hit, 'bout eighty ten shot for who followin' me And these streets is eat or get ate, ain't no niggas swallowin' me (brr) I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta running (runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred See something, I've got to have it, tuck your chain before I grab it (Ayy, tuck your chain, brrt) Spinned his block in the Caddy, these F&N's black and plastic (brrt) Ms. Gladys raised a savage, they said I shoot like my daddy (My daddy) Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile, and went near the Kardashian Ayy, thirty-eight racks to fix my grill, fifteen, eighty or two (bling) Bitch talking 'bout us settling down but I'm fuckin' her crew (she know it) 3754, pockets full, choppers and residue (brrt) We certified like the truth, bitch, it's 30, Baby and Pooh (brrt)

Can I use?😊

Smoking all this weed turned into a habit Sippping all this lean turned into a habit Going threw investigations turned into a habit Get in too it wit the other side turned into a habit I can’t lie all this shi we do turned into a habit They wan me to talk but I don’t fuck wit mouses You scared to come out side you always in that house I cant wait to catch lil brody out Smoking on dis za took me on a different rout I was always told you can’t feed a open mouth I got killas posted on the east and the fucking south It ain’t shit to have them come push out I can’t lie you taking all them drugs gon leave you in a drout Ima keep on pushing till I find my way up out it I be out there on da block wit da gang that shi getting crowded These police tryna snatch us up an integrate us But it wan work on me my nigga Ian going

I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred Pay my tithes at church from hustlin', even the pastor know we thuggin' (amen) My lil' cousin shot my brother, my brother got back, don't fuck with my cousin We got Glock's from seventeen, .33, we ain't goin' for nothin' (nothin') He tried do what I do and I do what I do, he really my baby boy Kel Tec .223 with a hundred round drum, that's probably my favorite gun Everybody know how it go, seen bro on bro, on God, we ain't shootin' no ones Baby got mills, I come through, foreign Sell these bands if it ain't no tourin' Fresh white tee and some Off-White Jordans Trackhawk too loud, it don't need no horn Keep my weed, I need my drugs Got two shells, gotta feed my sons It's only my fifth year, streets I run Run through weed every week, buy tonnes Nigga, I'ma speak, ain't bite my tongue I'm the one that's having that shit where I'm from Been 'round shit ever since I was young Fuck all my teachers, said I wouldn't be nothin' I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred Draco knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple If I catch his opp all by myself, I'ma spray him without 'em Smoke back to back in the Audi, we got the whole party cloudin' Rocked his ass to sleep, we slimed him out after we took him in He was clubbin' with the other side, we had to cook his ass We just shook they block in FX but we had Texas tag Dropped his ass then hit his nigga up so we burnt up the Jag' And my hood treat me like Baby, four packs of Fentanyl on me Hate to serve your little old lady but granny keep callin' me Any chopper hit, 'bout eighty ten shot for who followin' me And these streets is eat or get ate, ain't no niggas swallowin' me (brr) I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta running (runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred See something, I've got to have it, tuck your chain before I grab it (Ayy, tuck your chain, brrt) Spinned his block in the Caddy, these F&N's black and plastic (brrt) Ms. Gladys raised a savage, they said I shoot like my daddy (My daddy) Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile, and went near the Kardashian Ayy, thirty-eight racks to fix my grill, fifteen, eighty or two (bling) Bitch talking 'bout us settling down but I'm fuckin' her crew (she know it) 3754, pockets full, choppers and residue (brrt) We certified like the truth, bitch, it's 30, Baby and Pooh (brrt)

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Nauwi ulit kita ngayung gabi naghahanap ng silbi kaya inabot mo sakin pansindi sayo lang hindi marunong humindi nung pinatong mo yung binti sabi mo za akin wag ka ngumiti sinabayan daladala mong liksi dahan dahang nakunsinti orasnatin dalawa umiiksi Babae nya bat sakin ngumingiwe pagkatapos niyang bumili bakit gabi gabi sakin umuwi

You deserve more views for this one brodie

How much for this beat no tags?

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I need my hands 9n this

Hey man can you re upload the flp?

Trash

bro how can i purchase this beat??contact me ASAP

Ma pétasse se balade sur un bateau comme à Venise Et mes rimes sont là-haut comme si j'habitais sur Vénus toi t'étais protégé par Obélix J'vais les scorer comme au tennis, quoiqu'il en soit, faut qu'ils périssent On bedav' un demi-penave ou la frappe de Tanger, toujours vendu pour un petit bédane Nique la mère a ceux qui penave tous mes stocks de beuh qui retave on descend du Viano J'suis devant des fantômes qui rejouent la mélo' du piano Jeune Anakin ou bien Flacko J'attaque la bombe pour le magot C'est la fin, l'ancien nous l'avait dit Où t'allais quand tu savais pas où t'allais vivre ? On allait vite en Mercedes, on déboule dans des allés ivres J'ai mes frères mais j'vais les baiser comme si j'avais pas d'équipe Té-ma les vices, on a les filles, ces pétasses sont maléfiques V'là le sirop, passe le doré, ça s'effrite Elle a un gosse mais vend sa tte-ch' quand le bocal est vide Té-ma les geush, té-ma les faux négros, té-ma les file Rappe on éclate que la frappe Quand j'passe, mes déplacements tracent comme les battements d'Flash Marchand d'glace vend des croissants Les lois s'en tapent, c'est des rois sans capes Mes placements crament et la toile s'enflamme Les battes s'embrasent et les parents partent Flammes en noir nous regardent en face, mets les gardes en place comme les 300 Flammes en noir nous regardent en face, mets les gardes en place comme les 300 Flammes en noir nous regardent en face, mets les gardes en place comme les 300

Ma pétasse se balade sur un bateau comme à Venise Et mes rimes sont là-haut comme si j'habitais sur Vénus La grotte protégé par Obélix J'vais les scorer comme au tennis, quoiqu'il en soit, faut qu'ils périssent On bedav' un demi-penave ou la frappe de Tanger, toujours vendu pour une petit [bédane?] Nique la mère a ceux qui [?] on descend du Viano J'suis devant des fantômes qui rejouent la mélo' du piano Jeune Anakin ou bien Flacko J'attaque la bombe pour le magot C'est la fin, l'ancien nous l'avait dit Où t'allais quand tu savais pas où t'allais vivre ? On allait vite en Mercedes, on déboule dans des allés ivres J'ai mes frères mais j'vais les baiser comme si j'avais pas d'équipe T'es naif, on a les filles, ces pétasses sont maléfiques V'là le sirop, passe le doré, ça s'effrite Elle a un gosse mais vend sa tte-ch' quand le bocal est vide Té-ma les geush, té-ma les faux négros, té-ma les fils Rappe, on éclate que la frappe Quand j'passe, mes déplacements tracent comme les battements d'Flash Marchand d'glace vend des croissants Les lois s'en tapent, c'est des rois sans capes Mes placements crament et la toile s'enflamme Les battes s'embrasent et les parents partent Le flamant noir nous regardent d'en bas, j,mets les gardes en place comme les 300 Le flamant noir nous regardent d'en bas, j'mets les gardes en place comme les 300 Le flamant noir nous regardent d'en bas, j'mets les gardes en place comme les 300

Imma rap dis when I become a rapper

Aye I like sus version

Can u post this on SoundCloud plz I been wanting to have this on repeat this shit so hard 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ma pétasse se balade sur un bateau comme à Venise Et mes rimes sont là-haut comme si j'habitais sur Vénus toi t'étais protégé par Obélix J'vais les scorer comme au tennis, quoiqu'il en soit, faut qu'ils périssent On bedav' un demi-penave ou la frappe de Tanger, toujours vendu pour une petit bédane Nique la mère a ceux qui pénave Tous mes stocks de beuh qui rétavent on descend du Viano J'suis devant des fantômes qui rejouent la mélo' du piano Jeune Anakin ou bien Flacko J'attaque la bombe pour le magot C'est la fin, l'ancien nous l'avait dit Où t'allais quand tu savais pas où t'allais vivre ? On allait vite en Mercedes, on déboule dans des allés ivres J'ai mes frères mais j'vais les baiser comme si j'avais pas d'équipe Té-ma les vices, on a les filles, ces pétasses sont maléfiques V'là le sirop, passe le doré, ça s'effrite Elle a un gosse mais vend sa tte-ch' quand le bocal est vide Té-ma les geush, té-ma les faux négros, té-ma les fils Rappeon éclate que la frappe Quand j'passe, mes déplacements tracent comme les battements d'Flash Marchand d'glace vend des croissants Les lois sans tapent ces des roi sans cape Mes placement crament et la toile s'enflamme Les battes s'embrassent et les parents partent Flamme en noir nous regarde en face mets les gardes en place comme les 300

Ma pétasse se balade sur un bateau comme à Venise Et mes rimes sont là-haut comme si j'habitais sur Vénus ??? protégé par Obélix J'vais les scorer comme au tennis, quoiqu'il en soit, faut qu'ils périssent On bedav' un demi-penave ou la frappe de Tanger, toujours vendu pour une petit [bédane?] Nique la mère a ceux qui ??? on descend du Viano J'suis devant des fantômes qui rejouent la mélo' du piano Jeune Anakin ou bien Flacko J'attaque la bombe pour le magot C'est la fin, l'ancien nous l'avait dit Où t'allais quand tu savais pas où t'allais vivre ? On allait vite en Mercedes, on déboule dans des allés ivres J'ai mes frères mais j'vais les baiser comme si j'avais pas d'équipe Té-ma les vices, on a les filles, ces pétasses sont maléfiques V'là le sirop, passe le doré, ça s'effrite Elle a un gosse mais vend sa tte-ch' quand le bocal est vide Té-ma les geush, té-ma les faux négros, té-ma les fils [Rappe?] on éclate que la frappe Quand j'passe, mes déplacements tracent comme les battements d'Flash Marchand d'glace vend des croissants

Luv a tous ❤

Boy hell nah take this shit down

really give a duck about huh told lil bruh don’t try wit huh Kilo, Pass that lil bizch i’m tryna shoot my bro a free throw, bronem in the mix they hit they target they got cheat codes

HEAT HEAT 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯

I actually think the little differences make it a little harder imo shit I'm fuckin wit it bro

Is this beat free?

I’m high right now but damn dis m’f kicking 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💪🏾💪🏾‼️‼️‼️‼️

Brooo I wanna play this on piano can you send me the midi

Brooo I wanna play this on piano can you send me the midi

I’m ready kill this brb

this is hard!! you should make a beat where it’s the sample of track start but with melodic trap type drums 🤘 that would sound sick

Love the songs

dope

Ooh Squat made the beat Turn me up, Josh Ooh Go Grizz Ooh W-W-W-Winner's Circle Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Ooh, oh I wish I would turn myself in before I fuck one last time I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pint I wish I would turn myself in Without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't right I wish I would turn myself in Without playin' that shit back that night I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album I wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sour I told 'em I wish I would, I fuck her in the butt, go douche Told her put a big bag on my books, make sure my artist get pushed Look up at the judge, can't look, stay makin' up lies for sure I'm a innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sure Nobody gon' ride, had a warrant so I can't hide India gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonight He gave me positive vibes, to better my image for life I turn myself in tonight, Head down with these cuffs on, then read me my rights Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Ooh, oh I got 5 million followers, I need 5 million dollars I scream "Free Melly" from my cell even though they ain't got em Mmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problem Mmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'? They wanna know if I'm rappin' or Robbin', takin' these drugs for family problems I get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorry I get a bond, not givin' them property, No, I can't tell, that's part of the policy If you don't fuck with me, nigga Then fuck you, but I show love for niggas apart of me I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jump suits Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you No PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta reread New rappers wanna be, can't be me, I'm gangsta Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Ooh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me

When will black people learn

The FLP link is broke my g

what key is this in ?