Kush in my swisher so you know I won’t miss her Smoke so much dope to clear my mind Stare at the clock just to unwind

Wack mcs talking shit can't none of you see me. Not mentally, physically or lyrically. I'm in the booth dropping bombs similar to nuclear missiles. Dick so good shorty did a dab. Eating pussy with chopsticks you know I love my Asian's. I'm in my zone my mind blown like oral sex. These hater's need love too so I show love even if they hate on me. Fuck fame I'm just making records ppl can feel even if they are paralyzed. Punches hit you and make a dude do a kick flip lay you out like a picnic.

Pasensya girl, kailangan ko unahin mga importante Wag kang kampante, ikaw magmumukha sa atin na mas ignorante Walang panahon, wala kong oras Sa mga kagaya mo lang magpaposas

Good lounge music

I had this on repeat all throughout the rest of 2014 when it dropped. This and 24 hours by teeflii

You got a lotta talent brother

damn your clips are off beat like mfer

Armed and dangerous, wanna kill Meech, better aim it up Most of these rap niggas hating us Feel like I got six people living inside my cranium Help me, I see dead people, I'm talking them Benjamins Six senses just ain't enough I need a bad bitch, about a billion bucks Telling me I been a monster, man, that boss, man My sonograms full of solid granite, them gold fangs, that real shit No hologram when you talk slick, you get hit with extra gram Bu-buck shot and then they gon' bounce Some ducked down, some niggas ran Came in this game talking shit, acid tab, hashish bricks Codeine-sip, weed in my lungs, easy flip, I got the right plug All these drugs, I got to like one All this beef, I got the right punch What situation is the right one? What you gon' do, die or run? 7 A.M., woke in the morning With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine Waiting for this pack, got to fit the whole team Five-O on my back, gotta make it best, man Little stress here, bit of stress here Got a 9 milli weapon for protection to kill niggas off, no question Nah, niggas is announcing the brown skin Man, this no bullshit, they scared of us And they took a right to not give a fuck Someone loaded up 'til my trigger bust And they been down for us, just how a nigga bust Shout-out to my niggas on the corner with the raw Trying to make a little living 'bout what a nigga can't afford Who put them drugs in the hood, anyway? Who told these niggas we ain't shit everyday? They start the trend and we followed in 'Fore the copper chopper trying to hollow me These bars ain't ready, gotta call 'em in My pack funky, that parliament Put Pall Mall grandfather cigs, Paul Wall, my grill is Tipping my verses, my bitches get serviced We vicious, we serpents, we ripping this Earth shit Uh, this is how I operate, no MD, just emcee Been contemplating this architecture Been all semester, they ignored the message Leave shorty wet, my stain on Balmain All of my niggas are shooters, they aim Full of description, your fists where they missing And mission: this is an original, man My ism is torture, we live in the system Where niggas in prison for pushing her down Shooting to kill, gunning 'em down Who can distinguish what is on ground? Smoking this dope and my arm in Rick Ow' Carry that shit like I'm holding an "O" A nigga talking reckless, same, we smoking Dutches On a certain substance, balling on a budget Give you a minimum when you exhibit a criminal mimic And miracles, they get demerited They made the liberty's privilege The live is the image of indigo Niggas is wild on this side Don't be surprised when I silence the scene with six shooters As soon as you fetch your money machine, motherfucker

Brabo

🖕🏾 the juge 4 my p.o. coco. He said facts

Can we get a FBZ trade off instrumental!?! Thanks for your work! Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions ✌🏼

Yo friend committed suicide stanley dead dmaab dead jwo dead huey haha dead d thang dead king von dead bob a lob dead lil peep dead mac miller dead why play with me go get the people that killed yall homies

this is how i operate i produce these beats i ovulate when i see mc's i overtake bout 28 grams wake and bake cus i own these mics make no mistake and i know your type, i see the fake but i keep my faith, and make the cake smoke all these leaves dont need no rake and i ease into it, breezin thru my city with my /feet into the floor

Nice man thanks!

kick is soo OFF

They all looking at me like I been the new thang, n I swear to god it got me in a mood swang, they all want handouts ion carry loose change, got a knot up in my pocket you can't tie ya shoe strangs, but I ain't flexing on em wit my wealth, feelin like the best without a record on the shelf, ion rely on no one but myself, cause I would never go and ask another man for help, yall are narcoleptic, I don't park I wreck it, in the slot connected, every shot deflected, ion talk I directly, just spark the weaponry, I don't off em messy, I will never leave a drop, for the law to catch me, I will slaughter every, elementary artist, leave my emblem on ya, I treat every single pencil like a weapon cartridge, I just lock and load and then I empty all em, down to the bone, cause all I wanna be known for is breaking the mold, so I will never be content living my life as a clone, breaking my back when I can barely afford a place to call home, nope I aint playing along, I'll be here for the long haul, bitch I aint a lost cause, i'll never be off course, the game is a dart board, you could say that im point, yaint never been off more, they dont believe me then just wait because one day ill be on tour

Where butterfly effect😪

This is a catchy zombie beat zombies know how to make catchy shit

Definitely need to retry this score, missing a lot of hooks and the droning bass line.

Piano beat too catchy

This instrumental is kinda catchy

Brutaler beat

The rhyme is so raw

Where’s the other part of the sample he didn’t even rap on that you could’ve at least looped it in

Dave EV$T & Hussle DV Gr347...

HOLY FUCK IM SO STUCK OFF OF THEM DRUGS FLEX COME THRU WITH THE 40 CLUTCHED IVE DONE SHIT BUT STILL UNTOUCHED FUCK WITH HIM ILL FUCK YOU UP IM SO KILLA CANNOT TOUCH US SOME FOO WAS TOUGH SO FUCKED HIM UP THATS WHY IM SO HATED BRUH 50K IDGAF LIMITED I WAKE UP PRIMITIVE I NEED SOME RITALIN I FEEL LIKE I AM THE ILLEST IN 619 YOU AINT WITH IT THEN DONT KICK WITH MINE IM SO DOPE NEED A LINE THATS A EQUAL SIGN ITS LIKE I WAS BORN WITH AN EVIL MIND PASS ME THE TORCH THIS HOE IS MINE GOT COKE GOT COKE YOU NEED SOME WHITE TYPE OF SHIT I WAS ON LIVING LIFE BUT LIVED IT WRONG I WAS HIGH WHEN I WROTE THIS SONG I LOST MY MIND BUT I AM STILL STRONG

This one is tite

who here after listening to Monica?

Flippin and trippin dis codeine im spillin and high and im feelin amazin too real for em when i run up a check i make deals on em ...

We need a blacktavist instrumental, and this instrumental needs that meditation chanting at the end so after it we can shout MADE IT OUT THA GUTTA SHOUTOUT TO MY MOTHA oouuwoah woah

I thug by myself cuz ion have to question my own loyalty idgaf about the streets or are the jewelry I just wanna keep a smile on my face get place Nd chase ... all the things that I want in life and not think twice bout my purity i have a lot of insecurities pero I don't mind I just pay attention time not pay my time ... to all the things that don't matter and won't be there in the end I really just wanted friend but that shits fake all of them just flake they think I wanna take .. all the bs but I don't I wanna stick to myself and stay woke . I stay humble but not to timid bc I kick it by myself idgaf about any ones wealth or about y'alls health . I just pay attention to myself I don't want all the drama and I don't want all the lies they stay stuck in my head like some stuck up fucking guys

What equipment do you need to produce in this capacity?

lourd

Hey man, do i have your permission to use this in a video? i will remake this track with my lyrics and my video please give me permission????

Thank God I been looking EVERYWHERE FOR THIS!

Nice shit yo

Great job!

Can I use this for nonprofit?

Joyner Lucas would MURDER THIS SHIT!

[Intro - Erick Arc Elliot:] Not a good time unless I smoke mine Too many drugs that make you go blind Too many thugs that work for more crime And my nigga show love, unless we get Not a good time unless I smoke mine Too many drugs that make you go blind Too many thugs that work for more crime And my nigga show love unless we get violent [Verse 1 - Erick Arc Elliot:] Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed Live life by the day, count the proceed Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OC Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely Only independent, we don't need a co-sign Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time It's the fourth quarter at the baseline Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high Just the same guys you dunked on NI multiple times Ultra dead minds Zombie bait line, don't hope it takes time Enjoy the palm trees We on vacation [Hook - Meechy Darko:] Rang, rang Who that calling? The money or the fame Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game So I get high and try to maintain My celly Rang, rang Who that calling? The money or the fame Shit ain't the same since we stepped in the game So I get high and try to maintain [Verse 2 - Meechy Darko:] Gloves on, murder one, homi' They'll be looking for the prince, like King Joffrey Smoking Moroccan hashies With my slanted eye, zombie mommy Hennessy fill my body These other rappers copy, oops I forgot to mention locusts in another dimension Zombie gang, be what I'm repping Pussy so good I need seconds to step in Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Koch Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock On a mission, clearest vision Views from the scope from my Glock Only high percentage shots You with one eye like Fetty Wap With my block, flockas ash, rott in flesh and money knots Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will I pop a tab and crack a seal Zombie gang, drugs kill Never lied If I did then let me fry Futurama And these Jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer Pretty grungy like Nirvana Kurt Cobain is what she hollaing I dropped this dick inside her Only fuck her if she legal I don't break the law like Tyga Unless it's moving LSD Lean and shrooms and marijuana If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars Ugly niggas still getting bitches I'm like the second Shabba Hit the trigger 'til my fingers blister If I got a problem, paint his top Dennis Rodman I'm superficial and conscious I'm a walking contradiction I'ma burn in hell probably But I'ma keep Satan waiting I ain't done fornicating With women in every flavour Eating pussy with chop sticks You know I love my Asians You would think, USC who he play with Trojan helmet on, put her in the backstage And then I hit the skinky in the back With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is Catch me motorcycle, black and gold Letterman Saint Laurent, leopard print I stampede any beat Nigga I ain't got no preference I'm setting presedence while chasing Presidents My mic presence is heaven's scent It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes My penmanship, a urban [?] Always lead to swish I roll and pick, then blow a zip You can blow my dick and eat my excrement [Verse 3 - Zombie Juice:] Smoke to death, might loose my ears Walking dead, can't feel my tears Fake love in disguise I rep-pew and get from here I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers I got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid Needlepoint LSD I got a bad bitch we could set to feast And if your eyes open there is still more to see They try to tell me I was wrong I'm still looking Last night I spent a couple hours up in central booking Only had a dub but I was trapping prostitution Weed, coca leaves, percs and LSD Two hundred for the bottle Add it up, more for me Thinking back, I'm still here it's lovely Ripping shows and blowing cheese Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see Palm trees and double D's They want that old shit? Well, fuck me [Hook - Meechy Darko:] Rang, rang Who that calling? The money or the fame Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game So I get high and try to maintain My celly Rang, rang

potter payper smoked this beat

Rang Rang who dat calling the money or the fam

This is it, have some patience with the trip I see what's on your plate and then I throw a fit cos my fate is different and I want what you have but you want what you cant and I often exam mother fuckers but dont pass nun less its gas a som reall in my circle no type of drakulah

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliot] Smoking good, looking good Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh? Got them hooked, take a look A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl Get it understood, you looking good Mind and your body gotta equal, girl How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes And I think it's Louboutin, too Smoking good, looking good Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh? Got them hooked, take a look A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl Get it understood, you looking good Mind and your body gotta equal, girl How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes And I think it's Louboutin, too [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] Reality is wisdom, perspective Eye like Horus, I don't like whores Hindsight, oh my, I adore, for the time being, yes, I am yours Trump, my card, it's the ace of spades And I hate to go away without getting this money made But niggas be telling to believe in a reason to act up Nigga lose his job, blame it all on some bad luck Roller coaster, my eyes not open The cold comes every season, trick In the summer we smoke hunnids, my fall comes often evil shit Just spews from my mind, I get confused all the time My wall of space is confined, so you better elevate or lose time Just lose time [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliot] Smoking good, looking good Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh? Got them hooked, take a look A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl Get it understood, you looking good Mind and your body gotta equal, girl How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes And I think it's Louboutin, too [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] Say dat, I don't play that I be acting as if I'm a better man And my mother to my brother from another Boy, oh yes you can From my sisters that keep the shit right And my mothers that'll kiss you good night Forty slugs in my liquor cup Take a shot and I pick you up Bang bang from the same gang Kick rocks if you can't hang Lil nigga, what you saying, mane? Roll up but these lame hangs Rolling up was a plane, mane In the hood, it's all good, made our own Hollywood Took a picture the system my mental track me like a alien I combine thoughts with divine course And exhale exhaust from my skeleton Tell her I won't appear again Fuck that, if I'm going, who will even care again? Hate to be American, get away from experiments Cause the truths in the pyramids Cause we all fucking immigrants And you're lying through your filaments Lay back if you drink a bit And indulge in the nigga shit This is real nigga rhetoric Dissolve all the simple shit, play a different game It's too easy to be ignorant Lay back, think a bit [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliot] Smoking good, looking good Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh? Got them hooked, take a look A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl Get it understood, you looking good Mind and your body gotta equal, girl How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes And I think it's Louboutin, too [Bridge: Bridget Perez & (Erick Arc Elliott)] Boy, I must be dreaming (fuck all that other shit) The way you got me speaking (fuck all that other shit) Hope that I'm not tripping because (fuck uh, oh god) All I do is think about you Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do (nah) (One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo) (Two times, two times for my ladies that are not a ho) (One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo) All I do is think about you Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] Angel, want me for my peso Telling other niggas you ain't never gonna wait So I smash in the Range Rove Beat beat then I add her to the payroll Smoke another dub with a cousin and a bro But I won't say it slow Missing, representing the people that won't grow So I carry lethal weapons that beat you through postal Where the foes go, where we ever gon' go? To the highest of the Horus eye Fuck thoughts I am going 'til there's no reply Flatline, I get lost 'n bossed Metal cup passed it first Never parked the cars We ain't Boston, nigga Ransom, nigga We're on some now so explain it to me, nigga I don't really know but gold ... [Bridge: Bridget Perez & (Erick Arc Elliott)] Boy, I must be dreaming (fuck all that other shit) The way you got me speaking (fuck all that other shit) Hope that I'm not tripping because (fuck uh, oh god) All I do is think about you Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do (nah) (One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo) (Two times, two times for my ladies that are not a ho) (One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo) All I do is think about you Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do [Outro: Erick Arc Elliott] Angel, want me for my peso Telling other niggas you ain't never gonna wait So I smash in the Range Rove Beat beat then I add her to the payroll

who did the artwork for this?

Anyone know what key the piano is in

I like this version more

All you fools just sound the same Ain’t no credit to your name Ain’t no credit line open, that’s discrediting the fame Form your business in the name, something unique like a slain Make a difference, make a change But ain’t no puppets on a string Don’t be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout Remember this is for the poor niggas that’ll represent you when you’re out Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again All my niggas need a plan, 'cause all my niggas need to win Always was a winner even when I wasn’t 'posed to The money getting bigger as if it wasn’t supposed to Just a lonely nigga, talk too much to myself, need a break On July 8th broke down heaven’s gates Now watch, they high all day Fuck you leaving, fuck all evening Call me mister fuck all day Trap all day and night Don’t need a house much less you ‘bout some change Expand my conscious, tryna’ walk on water Feel the earth on me You hatin’, I’ll be somewhere slayin’ bitches by their face on me Catch a fade, Kobe, with an eighth on me Not phased, don’t pass that shit homie Cough, smoke, cough, got my shit sealed off ‘Bout to put some in the air, ‘til a nigga doze off 'Cause you got some shrooms, I got a room You and me ‘til we reach the moon Never wore a disguise, love the skin I’m in You trade your soul for fame, we ain’t built the same All you fools just sound the same Ain’t no credit to your name Ain’t no credit line open, that’s discrediting the fame Form your business in the name, something unique like a slain Make a difference, make a change But ain’t no puppets on a string Don’t be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout Remember this is for the poor niggas that’ll represent you when you’re out Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again All my niggas need a plan, 'cause all my niggas need to win All I ever wanted was to be a one to one Now I’m one in three Compulsively a nigga gotta run up or get none Know I feel your pain, a different day, a pay is always altered when you’re done Hater put you down, afraid to look around, instead I pen it for my dogs Now my city give me 150 for my steez, 150 for my beats Three niggas, we gotta eat Shouts to fans that’s overseas Independent grind, at least we did form a company We a bond that never breaks, never giving up the cake Not a fan of pointing fingers at men It’s dependent on who can pay for academics Homie your chemists are missing the appendages You back into handling business, no kidding My head’s at the clinic, I need a prescription My vision is clearer through smoke and them mirrors I can’t be compared to those niggas you hearing So don’t be offended when niggas don’t feel you All you fools just sound the same Ain’t no credit to your name Ain’t no credit line open, that’s discrediting the fame Form your business in the name, something unique like a slain Make a difference, make a change But ain’t no puppets on a string Don’t be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout Remember this is for the poor niggas that’ll represent you when you’re out Forget you when you need your friends, fuck it we just meet again All my niggas need a plan, 'cause all my niggas need to win Feeling brave? Nigga run up Buck shots, here muscle And I don’t need Joey to pump it Pitbull, no muzzle Badmon, I’m thuggin’ Dunno, gun smoke Can’t tell me nothin’, there’s no need for discussion I’m the sinner and saint, I'm the box logo bully Used to buy Bathing Ape, now they send this shit to me I paved the way for niggas that're scared to say what they wanna say Now watch a demon demonstrate, annihilate, love haters all the same Will I die from my homicide or will I die from taking too much drugs? Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I’m double cupped Cold line, hundred blunts Seen a few bitches I’d love to fuck 2Pac in 96 and troublesome 27 club, here I come Comma, c-c-c-c comma, comma, comma, a whole lot of decimals I just s-see my account and c-c-c-c-c-c-c count all my blessing up Bloodstream full of chemical, crip, blood, twist your fingers up Better than some of them veterans Bet they gon’ say it’s beginners luck I would die for my niggas, but would they do the same? Hennessey by the gallon, I'm losing my balance and manage the pain I would ride for my niggas, just show me the lane My grandaddy's still in the kitchen, w-w-whooping the ‘caine My celly’ keep ringing I cannot find enough courage to answer The Backwoods is hitting Hope that that shit is not giving me cancer Trip on acid while I'm rapping, Sippin' muddy, counting money I think she took too many Xannies, she fell asleep while she was sucking Made it out the gutter, shout out to my mother Kudos to my papa, he ain’t wear the rubber This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers

ERIC

[Verse 1: Issa Gold] Clockwork gang, she wanna party and hang with the lords of the land, god damn (god damn) Passed her off two tabs, filled her in on the plan, she was gone in a half, god damn (god damn) Roll a zip fuck a gram, got a rocket in my hand, take a hit thats a blast, got damn (god damn) When the sarge in town that lysergic around, got it in my headband, god damn (god damn) Big head spliff, Bob Marley Chinese eyes distorted Issa Gold can't tarnish, but my target get departed Flatbush strap no harness Indigo drill sergeant Million man my starters, feel the drugs run through your carcass In her socket shooting comet, you could see she ride for chronic (let's go) She livin' for the sex and drugs, she crucified the night My aura glowing like it dipped in love and ultraviolet light The culture real and multi-flow to me diversify the mics So what's your type? So what's your type? So what's your type? So what's your type? [Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko] Ain't this what you want? love, sex, drugs? This is what you want? guns, big blunts? This is what you want? Man we the best bruh If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up Ain't this what you want? love, sex, drugs? This is what you want? guns, big blunts? This is what you want? Man we the best bruh If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] Travel paraphernalia Drive it like the whip is stolen Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment My motive not up for bargain I can't co-sign every artist My nigga's be round' regardless Hustling, struggling, and mobbing Travel paraphernalia Drive it like the whip is stolen Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment My motive not up for bargain I can't co-sign every artist My nigga's be round' regardless Hustling, struggling, and mobbing [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Sometimes blood ain't thick enough, thug life, Hit em' up Dip my fingertips in acid so they ain't no need for gloves Clockwork indigo 400 micrograms just hit my tongue That's sour reefer fill my lungs Highest up never take no plunge Meech Knievel born to stunt Two chicks pass my dick back and forth and blow like they just hit the blunt Fleezus christ, he just nice He slice like OJ did his wife Two bricks on my feet, all white nice My nigga, Christ, wasn't as nice I'm one of the illest, niggas to ever touch a mic Tussionex hittin', body on lean but we ain't talkin' fitness Razor blade choppin' and spittin', we runnin', we flippin' for gold like we gymnasts Get it? Razor blade? Gemstar Fuck it, one day you'll get it Nina a freak and her pussy be drippin' Don’t fuck with the zombies, I might catch a homi I finally found me a job for the tommy. job for the tommy Tommy Tommy Job for the tommy Tommy Tommy Job for the tommy [Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko] Ain't this what you want? love, sex, drugs? This is what you want? guns, big blunts? This is what you want? Man we the best bruh If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] Travel paraphernalia Drive it like the whip is stolen Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment My motive not up for bargain I can't co-sign every artist My nigga's be round' regardless Hustling, struggling, and mobbing [Verse 3: AK] Uh, fresh out the tomb, I finesse through the tune All I need is a pocket of checks, pocket of fumes To proceed to the top of the vest, droppin' that flu Cold shit, watch the masses collect and feel it cool Stay true to the massive respect, and pay due Fuck that, don't be a slave to nathin' make moves Wait, why they snooze, they hate cos they lose Don't fate with fate, use your brain to break through Clockwork rasta, puffin' that boombastic And my flow so toxic, melt your whole damn project So-so alpha but them hoes just swallow We were chosen, follow, clear that road of sorrow No tomorrow, mama hit this weed For the fallen soldiers pour some Hennessy Sculpt the vultures then restore the culture When I'm dead and gone remember what I told ya Yeah set in stone, I be the coldest author And I'm Flatbush grown with a result to slaughter At your dome with the super smoker, that's when you know that it's truly over Pack the back, I kill every track I'm like H2O, I flow round the map I got cater blow but I'll keep that stack Got some loud to blow so I'll be right back [Bridge: Juice] This that Clockwork, pop pop like Mossberg Smoke smoke the best 'erb Yep, niggas ain't ready for us Yep, niggas ain't ready for us [Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko] Ain't this what you want? love, sex, drugs? This is what you want? guns, big blunts? This is what you want? Man we the best bruh If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up