(FREE) Meek Mill Type Beat - “Winning is the only option”

[@SisalinaCain]

My heart hurts, nd your beats help me…please don’t ever stop making beats❤️‍🩹

[@7argosi7]

Remember the skatepark days with them scraped knees, used to hate these, but guess it's how you make dreams, mufti days with the Nike shirt but it's a fake tee, felt good inside when I was old enough to make tea, heart and soul in the lines you can't fake these, top of the dome is where I place these, thousands of locked doors but lucky I make keys, reaping the rewards and the winnings are weighty, crossing bridges just to burn them lately, remember being young buying bags filled with fake trees, sign saying take one but instead I take three, rewriting this over I guess it's take three, why get hot and bothered over not achieving fake dreams, born into chains...guess I had to break free, family photos taken after arguments...still had to say cheese, even when it's winter time I still hate jeans, never had to learn how to say please, won't you stay please, eating dinner even though I hate peas, salty tears shed as a kid that would create seas, faulty fears as a kid lead Into late teens, desires and experiences create dreams, souls glisten with a great sheen slowly but surely creating myself a great team, in a rock and hard place but it's safe inbetween, taking steps and the grounds shaking, turning pages in this book I'm making, not even old but these bones are aching, too tired for this lonely aging, way too wired for any phony faking, piss poor bit can still make g's, collection of poems but too jaded to date these, looking in the mirror but not in it to see a fake me, you can catch me chilling by the lake g, fan of running water so when I piss in the morning I make streams, lol, have to smile when I make these, used to be a fan of trips but been a while since I've taken these, never gone for long it's harder to shake me, used to shake milk to make fake cream, will never sell my soul...will take more to forsake me.

[@Yungsav21]

2:25 but then again lately I been on my own riding around in a Honda mama hurting like why I had to go all them late night argument had me insane I had to spin the block make it hot middle of December now it's lit on the block dam mama why you had kick me out why u had to choose that other man over your son you never understand how it was done 2:49 left for dead I was on my own but it is what it is dam I should've of knew life was getting hard had to sell dope on the block I was just a young nigga on the block 3:04 Where them niggas at