WDYM THIS VID IS HALF A DECADE OLD NOW

2:05 MY FAVORITE BEAT FUCK!

Half a decade without this smh

You're here for 2:25 onward.

Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Gone on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot (Gimme the loot) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Some-some-some, someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah) This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my esés, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (Don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh) She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said) Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue Someone said (playin'-playin' for keeps) Someone said, motherfuck what someone said (Don't play us for weak) Yeah Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (ayy, ayy) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man This shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right) Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?) Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man) Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo) I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, like a light Like a light, like a light Like a light (yeah), like a light Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt) We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah Shawty in the back She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah This how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah Just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah Ye-ah

Did the guy ever respond to all the memes people did about his original video?

1:56

What is power when you hungry, is it the lesser the power when the stomach is empty, is it less to devour when you show ur humility. Without confidence u dont recognize yourself more than others. What is first the chicken or the egg, passion or compassion, why i question the balance, why am i so selfless. Why am i so help less

There are several well-known artists who fit this description: *Artists Who Died Young and Struggled with Poverty and Health Issues* 1. *Vincent van Gogh* (1853-1890): A post-impressionist painter who struggled with mental health issues, poverty, and poor physical health. He died at 37 from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. 2. *Frida Kahlo* (1907-1954): A Mexican artist who suffered from chronic pain, physical disabilities, and mental health issues. She died at 47 due to complications from a pulmonary embolism. 3. *Jean-Michel Basquiat* (1960-1988): An American artist who struggled with addiction, poverty, and racism. He died at 27 from a heroin overdose. 4. *Kurt Cobain* (1967-1994): An American musician and artist who struggled with addiction, depression, and chronic stomach pain. He died at 27 from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. 5. *Amy Winehouse* (1983-2011): A British singer-songwriter who struggled with addiction, mental health issues, and poor physical health. She died at 27 from accidental alcohol poisoning. 6. *River Phoenix* (1970-1993): An American actor who struggled with addiction and mental health issues. He died at 23 from an accidental overdose. 7. *Sid Vicious* (1957-1979): A British musician who struggled with addiction and mental health issues. He died at 21 from an accidental overdose. 8. *Franz Kafka* (1883-1924): A Czech writer who struggled with mental health issues, poverty, and poor physical health. He died at 40 from complications related to tuberculosis. 9. *Arthur Rimbaud* (1854-1891): A French poet who struggled with poverty, mental health issues, and addiction. He died at 37 from complications related to cancer. 10. *Edgar Allan Poe* (1809-1849): An American writer who struggled with addiction, mental health issues, and poverty. He died at 40 under mysterious circumstances. These artists, while talented and influential, struggled with various personal demons and challenges that ultimately contributed to their untimely deaths.

1:04

Beautiful

Real life steve lol

No

how ?

My favorite part of California was that the place we stayed at costed $1,000,000, but it only had two bedrooms including the master bedroom, the smallest kitchen and fridge, two bathrooms including the master bathroom, an electronic gate that literally NEVER worked and we got our truck robbed because of it, and a balcony that was LITERALLY CONDEMNED it was that unsafe. It also came with an apartment too, but it was so poorly designed that it flooded because of a mild rainstorm and infestations up the ass. We moved out super quick because at 10 in the morning our neighbor was robbed at gunpoint. Fuck California, genuinely the worst place in America.

[Testo di "odio, quindi sono."] [Strofa] Io sono un vecchio che fuma in faccia a un bambino Una donna che continua a dimagrire allo specchio Io sono il male che ti fa una parola Ti senti un cesso anche col monitor spento Mamma, domani non farmi andare a scuola Ringrazia Dio che sei italiano e c'hai un letto Io sono il "Tornatevene a casa vostra" Io sono il figlio che hai perso nel deserto Io sono gli ultimi risparmi di nonna Per farmi lasciare questo posto di merda Sono due bimbe che saltano con la corda Ma saltano su una bomba, che cazzo sta succedendo? Godere, ma senza amarsi Tu dici che la ami e la prendi a schiaffi Erano amiche le nostre madri Ma hai toccato mia sorella e penso solo a vendicarmi Poche parole, parlano i fatti Capisco che sei fatto perché parli e non mi guardi Sarai per sempre mio fratello Ma, se non ti ripulisci, non possiamo andare avanti Odio i vecchi e la loro bava Il disprezzo verso quei giovani, la centralità dei loro racconti I politici arroganti, ma odio pure quelli buoni Chi insegna l'educazione dentro una rivoluzione Odio l'odio verso il prossimo Odio sentirmi migliore Il mio modo di guardare quando passa un bel sedere Odio i manager, le cene, vecchie glorie della tele Odio le donne moderne, copia e incolla Kylie Jenner Odio gli italiani obesi avvelenati dalle madri E odio i piccoli borghesi, i loro figli senza fame Le offerte di Elon Musk e gli aperitivi su Marte Odio chi mi spiega l'arte, che cazzo, è soltanto marketing Odio: chi è sempre corretto, sempre perfetto Chi ti chiede come stai e non vuol saperlo veramente Non sopporto i convenevoli e non sopporto i gay Invece odio gli etero, l'asterisco sui generi Odio i disoccupati, quelli che è sempre sfortuna Che non è mai colpa loro Odio ogni lavoratore Che si fa prendere in giro dalle rate, le macchine E guarda senza toccare il miraggio della pensione La puzza che hanno sotto il naso le persone, gli animali Le feste di compleanno, la famiglia in generale Odio i lutti, morti umili che non han cambiato niente Odio tutti, odio tutto e soprattutto me stesso

I feel like I've heard this instrumental somewhere but in a different song. Maybe it was one similar to this. If someone knows a song that has a similar instrumental let me know pls Edit: finally found it. This instrumental sounds like dark red but slowed down. My head finally doesn't spin when I listen to This song 😌

"Twas a dark and stormy night" sounding intro 😭

Bro I was using this for a math parody for a school project and i dod it live NOT KNOWING THE PRODUCER TAG WAS STILL THERE EVEN THOUGH IT SAYS INSTRUMENTAL 😭

This that instrumental freestyled this whole song

1:00.25

The Bow umm? Hits hard

C stands for covid, not for chronic attention defitiancy 💀. Praise this guy who cut the rope.

how did I happen to watch two videos from you, not know it was you, then randomly come back after looking through a comment section 😭😭😭😭

bitch, explícito como el sul estar hecho pico y yo con un blunts perras rondando parece un tiburón pero yo hice d las películas al juego play 1, play 2 o Xbox tu no aparecías en el vocabulario de Mr Jung empresario, mira mis manos de la tierra al oro hay solo una estrofa o la q se remplaza o se roba yo ya voy a todo no me importa llegwr a la nada si después de beber todo el champan la botella vacia va a quedar bitch, lo digo en inglish pq el odio q mereces es internacional lo que pasa en la tierra se queda en la tierra y destacalo Porque NADIE LO VA A PODER CAMBIAR asi q jodete, tu y tu paz eri ma puta q tu nombre a todos respondes y t guardas la crítica pareces hombre jodete con tu presencia pq a mi no me responde yo estoi dibujando la belleza pq esa si es una perra q vale la pena mostrárselas a los hombres y no tu culo. Bitch, pa terminar ls frase con un estranguló pienso rimas en el baño pa q el oído me salga hasta sangre eso si es un espectáculo, perra

1:01 1:06 1:06 1:06 1:07 1:07 1:07 1:07 1:07 1:08 1:08 1:08 1:08 1:08 1:09 1:09 1:09 1:09 1:09 1:09 1:10 1:10 1:10 1:10 1:10 1:12 1:12 1:12 1:12 1:12 1:12 1:13 1:13 1:13 1:13 1:13 1:14 1:14 1:14 1:14 1:14 1:14 1:15 1:15 1:15 1:16 1:16 1:16 part of a beat from a battle here in Brazil

literally me

Anybody here in December 2024

You like kendrick? Kendrick supports trans people homie

Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Gone on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot (Gimme the loot) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Some-some-some, someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah) This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my esés, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (Don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh) She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said) Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue Someone said (playin'-playin' for keeps) Someone said, motherfuck what someone said (Don't play us for weak) Yeah Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (ayy, ayy) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man This shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right) Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?) Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man) Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo) I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, like a light Like a light, like a light Like a light (yeah), like a light Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt) We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah Shawty in the back She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah This how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah Just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah Ye-ah Traduci in italiano

Travis live evant fornite

Genuinely one of the best beats I ever heard in my life, truly masterful work.

cuantas dagas en mi pecho por tu maldito orgullo y esa notalgia melancolica que no supo cortar los lazos nunca fuiste sincera Hasta el punto del colapso la vida da vueltas como un espiral y es dificil de encontranos ojala ser un orgullo pero tu mirada me mira con asco toda esa luz que emitia brillo se desgato de tantos parpadeos y el silencio que guardaba tu vocablos pero no puedo esperar mas nada sino me muevo ahora soy una pieza mas en el tablero pero solamente soy un alma solitaria que vive perdida sin saber lo que significa amor y comprension y no me hables de lealtad si esa gente jamas escucho mi version, no debi dar explicaciones de cosas que no paso, pero son solo secuelas, chico, aprendi a golpes y caidas lo que la vida me arrojo Oh no me den razones para volver al mismo lugar que tanto costo escaparme tus ojos te cegan lo que tanto desprecias por no saber amarte pero poco es nada el amor que que tanto rogabas siendote insuficiente esa sonrisa que tanto vendes no asimila la misma que tanto escondes al llegar a casa cuanto tarda lo bueno que tanto reze por que el dolor vive en mi niñes y por no saber saciarla estoy pagando caro en la adolescencia estoy en la mira del colapso y el rencor se convierte en lagrimas sigo cautiva de la vida por si me buscan y no hay respuestas mi alma busca paz en un mundo donde no hay salida me pregunto si mi alma rota encontrara la felicidad vacia que poco se encuentra en una ezquina de lo tanto que absorbieron nose que me preparara el destino pero sea lo que toque con ansias te estare esperando no puedo conmigo por mas que mi consciencia este limpia

Love's gonna get you killed But pride's gonna be the death of you, and you and me And you, and you, and you and me And you, and you, and you and me And you, and you, and- Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care I care, I care Hell-raising, wheel-chasing, new worldly possessions Flesh-making, spirit-breaking, which one would you lessen? The better part, the human heart, you love 'em or dissect 'em Happiness or flashiness? How do you serve the question? See, in the perfect world, I would be perfect, world I don't trust people enough beyond their surface, world I don't love people enough to put my faith in man I put my faith in these lyrics, hoping I make a band I understand I ain't perfect, I probably won't come around This time, I might put you down Last time, I ain't give a f-, I still feel the same now My feelings might go numb You're dealing with cold thumb I'm willing to give up a leg and arm to show empathy from Pity parties and functions of you and yours A perfect world, you probably live another 24 I can't fake humble just 'cause your a- is insecure I can't fake humble just 'cause your a- is insecure Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care I care, I care Maybe I wasn't there (we saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there Now, in a perfect world, I probably won't be insensitive Cold as December, but never remember what winter did I wouldn't blame you for mistakes I made or the bed I laid Seems like I point the finger just to make a point, nowadays Smiles and cold stares, the temperature goes there Indigenous disposition, feel like we belong here I know the walls, they can listen, I wish they could talk back The hurt becomes repetition, the love almost lost that Sick venom in men and women overcome with pride A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies Promises are broken and more resentment come alive Race barriers make inferior of you and I See, in a perfect world, I'll choose faith over riches I'll choose work over b-, I'll make schools out of prison I'll take all the religions and put 'em all in one service Just to tell 'em we ain't sh-, but He's been perfect, world Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care I care, I care Maybe I wasn't there (we saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there (I saw you first) Maybe I wasn't there

okay i’m very serious when i say this; is there any way you can make the instrumental from first 10 seconds into its full own thing ??? pleeeaaasseee & thank you.

1:53

[Kendrick Lamar:] And we don't stress A.38 'til the free your chest Then PP on the POs desk I'm Jay Z in a blow out press Relate me to your blowout's best Can't heat me, I'm remote you're deaf I'm HD 'causin' photo theft My AC antifreeze got a that part Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC Protect me from the local threats My ID say my eye don't rest My IV qualify T-rex And society kept my IQ vexed Deny me from an Ivy school Applyin' me to the street I slept I quietly had to hold this tool Reminding me of the block I repped The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest The awe, the curse of a pose in zest The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left

cant believe he brought it back on peekaboo

Facts

this is the prime west coast album

I have to write a poem about an event in my life and I needed a music and this video was touching my heart I have to do the poem tomorrow wish me luck and I have a spelling bee AND I have a math test first period AND I have another test after that

Did you make this?

Excellent music

OH LAMAR

It don't matter if your battling depression the whole world probably still stressing because they didn't learn their lesson as an adult things will never be the same as a adolescent things change time flies on by be glad to look and to the sky and don't ask me why but I rather still be high till the day that I d!e I ain't gonna lie but sure do try oh my my heart is aching spirits be breaking down for the taking and it making me sick time to kick the habit so long as you can't grab it. summer comes around time moves slow when don't move around but why even make a sound as I have found inner peace atleast.

Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Gone on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot (Gimme the loot) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Some-some-some, someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah) This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my esés, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (Don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh) She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said) Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue Someone said (playin'-playin' for keeps) Someone said, motherfuck what someone said (Don't play us for weak) Yeah Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (ayy, ayy) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man This shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right) Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?) Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man) Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo) I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, like a light Like a light, like a light Like a light (yeah), like a light Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt) We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah Shawty in the back She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah This how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah Just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah Ye-ah

India minus the gei.

😂😂😂😂☠️

This will be roblox in 2020