Alchemist x Roc Marciano x Boldy James Type Beat - "Fake Love"

Alchemist x Roc Marciano x Boldy James Type Beat - "Fake Love"
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BPM: 74
Instagram: / oldsoulbeatss
Must credit (prod. OldSouly)
Free for non profit only, must buy a lease to release the song on streaming platforms.
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