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Crazy underrated

Nothing into something Story of my life Fight Club in my bed for like Forty nights Type stuff you’re used to where I was born and died Then restored everytime I’d record a line This is way before a tour, writing this up on my couch Tryna get up this out of house And this town Starting to have doubts like am I really down? And this world gonna mess with the new kid on the block Wearing bruised kicks and untied laces like they fresh and hot And warring with himself like two buffets with their weapons cocked Ready to send a shot Enemies praying I flop But I send a bird right to that flock Cream of the crop Me and my teams on the rise, no, we ain’t go stop Gon pop like we Brat-Brat-Bratting on the charts

Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby Look inside these walls And you see I'm havin' withdrawals of a prisoner on his way Trapped inside your desire to fire bullets that stray Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away I should ask a choir "What do you require to sing a song that acquire me to have faith?" As the record spin I should pray For the record, I recognize that I'm easily prey I got ate alive yesterday I got animosity buildin', it's probably big as a buildin' Me jumpin' off of the roof is me just playin' it safe But what am I 'posed to do when the topic is red or blue And you understand that I ain't? But know I'm accustomed to just a couple that look for trouble And live in the street with rank No better picture to paint than me walkin' from bible study And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face From a function that tooken place, they was wonderin' if I bang Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks I don't mind 'cause one day you'll respect the good kid, m.A.A.d city Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby All I see is strobe lights, blinding me in my hindsight Finding me by myself, promise me you can help In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until You had finally made decision to hold me against my will It was like a head on collision that folded me standing still I can never pick out the difference, and grade a cop on the bill Every time you clock in the morning, I feel you just want to kill All my innocence while ignoring my purpose to persevere as a better person I know you heard this and probably in fear But what am I 'posed to do With the blinking of red and blue flash from the top of your roof And your dog has to say woof And you ask, "Lift up your shirt" 'Cause you wonder if a tattoo Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile I heard them chatter, "He's probably young but I know that he's down" Step on his neck as hard as your bulletproof vest He don't mind, he know we'll never respect The good kid, m.A.A.d. city Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby All I see in this room, 20's, Xannies and these 'shrooms Grown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane society? It's entirely stressful upon my brain You hired me as a victim, I quietly hope for change When violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtain The silence in this room with 20's, Xannies and 'shrooms Some grown-up candy I lost it, I feel it's nothing to lose The streets sure to release the worst side of my best Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city Mass hallucination, baby Ill education, baby Want to reconnect with your elations? This is your station, baby

Compton - Will Kill Verse One: Float on top of a building i'm silly i'm willy i'm willing i skill it spit the shit cause i am legit uh i'm the shit smoke a toke as i joke doin' blow snorting coke yo i am king mr. bling now let's throw up west side imma do a toast levitate as i create this illest i skill this laugh at death while i smoke meth now rest in peace cause i am the best king me a real O.G. everybody listen to me pass the key's i gotta chill with the ill and kill till i overdose on pill's making a hundred mill's yo i got the chill's thrill's and payin' bill's fuck this shit i ain't never gone quit this is what i spit making this my hit puttin' on the rit'z you gotta quit i gotta play this hit and spit ill spit skill spit till i chill and run to the hill's made a mill yo grill'z, ill,

police siren goes so so hard

Good

Shit get serious at 1:18

We used to roll at the rink, we used to roll at the rink I used to talk way too much, you used to know everything You couldn't stand me, I couldn't stand you You said I'm steady playin', but you steady playin' too Your big brother foot work Your play sister jjuke The rink was the place but in that space and time I was too young for you As you were for me, to worry about Frooties and Chews 'Til I found out all the shawdy's with cooties was cute And realized what booties can do We gon' get it poppin' We gon' get it Jukin' We gon' throw a party We ain't gotta do shit You came with your best friend Came up with for the weekend Rolling with your parties So tell me what you thinkin' So we gon' have a juke jam We gon' have a juke jam We can have a party, just listening to music Like we used to do I'll get close to you I remember you You used to "I remember you" 'cause We've got so much history, baby (juke), maybe (juke) Maybe you and I were meant to be Maybe (juke) I'm crazy (juke) We never rolled at the rink We would just go to the rink You ain't buy tokens no more You just hit roll at the rink You had a nigga, I couldn't stand him But when they play "Take You Down", Chris Brown I am his stand-in I mean it's just dancing It's harmless as fuck Then I put my waist through your hips And your legs and your arms just to harness you up Then we hit the floor All the kiddies stop skating To see grown folks do, what grown folks do When they grown

entre duas boca os homem passa de ronda Apago as conversa se não meu corre moia Eu sei bem que se Quiser forjar Eles forja Pra eles sou ninguém com flagrante e com as nota Onde voce estava quando me vi perdido Diz pra mim quem é inimigo e amigo Eu sei de tudo mais ainda to ferido Não confie em niguem eles te querem fudido mais fácil morar na rua do que seu sonho de ser patrão É cultural a minha cor trafica e parar na prisão E nessa guerra pergunto quem é que ganha Niguem responde e na favela escuta o drama Sonho de ser milionario estrada mais frustrada Onde nos atropelam mudam suas leis criam fachada Mais aqui é rua primo metrópole é a lei do fraco Aqui não cabe sonhos e nem almas de plástico Sentimento de verdade vem de quem sentiu na pele A fome que não alcança o rei mais sempre alcança a plebe Maldito três poderes que agrada a burguesia Quem que ja foi escutado nessa tal democracia Entre a população difícil pegar um busão Na lotação sentado no chão escrevo meu pão Minha arte só se faz no caos das marginais Entre estrada e caminho atrás dos valores reais Não falo de moral falo onde se faz sua éticaOnde não cabe estética muitos menos sua Réplica Se for pra fazer um trem amor é primeira parada Pra quem segue seu caminho tá ligado na palavra Não olhei pro medo olhei pra coragem que tenho De fazer o certo mesmo passando o tormento Buscar a liberdade virou a minha única sina Minha fé tão grande que não cabe na sua caixinha Burrice você pensar que a vida não é eterna Só pra quem insiste no erro e não dá seta A estrada é larga bem mais cheia que carnavais Só não te garanto que volte inteiro como tu vai Brincar de julgar é parecer com quem se aponta Olha pro seu espelho se pergunte o que ele te apronta Perdemos a ponta dês de que começou isso aqui Alma que tem seu vicio não deixa o espírito ser livre E ainda tentamos ser bons Resistência a nossa nação Se Zumbi estivesse aqui Seria um MC com dom De sensibilizar as nossas nações e corações coração de pedra são gerados em frustrações Frustração prestações e emoção Lida com os problemas com poemas e recordações de ações que tomei Pra me onde me levei Me revolucionei até que me Solucionei Tive tempo pra sair foi mo cota pra voltar Mais quantos manos Se perdem sem se achar Sem tempo pra pensar Só agir pra ganhar Ganhar uns trocado Pra não depender da rua O clima é tenso o clima é sombrio Me tia se afundou e se vendeu por pedra e bombril Nossas vidas nunca importa Difícil foi abrir as portas Que aqueles que podiam criaram muros religiões e drogas sei que deus me olha Sei que ele me guarda Pra não criar mais um homem na estrada

At 0:57 the voices in the background sound like the dog of wisdom

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This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Dank Hill Hip-Hop Instrumentals - Sherane As Known As Master Splinter's Daughter - Kendrick Lamar Duckworth [Produced By J. Henderson Tha Bizness] [Year: 2012] [Album: Good Kid Maad City] [Official Music Video]

2:41

Ringkasan Lirik Dengarkan America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New Kung Fu Kenny Throw a steak off the yacht To a pool full of sharks, he'll take it Leave him in the wilderness With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it Take the gratitude from him I bet he'll show you something, woah I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-rated Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more Johnny said books ain't cool no more (no more) Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin' God bless America you know we all love him Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101 Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me? It's been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome" He was lookin' for some closure Hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him "I can't sugar coat the answer for you This is how I feel-if somebody kill my son That mean somebody's gettin' killed" Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch I did that" Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my momma Touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece Touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention Call you back Alright kids we're gonna talk about gun control (Pray for me) Damn It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass You close your eyes to look around

Excellent music

Hail Mary, Jesus, and Joseph The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters Barricaded blocks and borders, look what you taught us It's murder on my street, your street, back streets, Wall Street Corporate offices, banks, employees, and bosses with Homicidal thoughts, Donald Trump's in office We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again But is America honest or do we bask in sin? Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to Blood? I'll ask again, oops, accident It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice, then bet us up You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does

America God bless you if it's good to you America, please take my hand Can you help me underst- New Kung Fu Kenny [Verse: Kendrick Lamar] Throw a steak off the ark to a pool full of sharks, he'll take it Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he'll make it (He'll make it) Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you somethin', woah (Woah) I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that X-rated" Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more Johnny said books ain't cool no more (No more) Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin' God bless America, you know we all love him Yesterday, I got a call, like, from my dog, like 101 Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done He said, "K-Dot, can you pray for me? It been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome" He was lookin' for some closure, hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him "I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I wait in front a nigga's spot and watch him hit his block I catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that" Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my mama, touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back"

❤

thanks bro

+1

Você é um anjo

Poverty's paradise I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth What's up family, yeah, this yo' cousin Carl, man, just givin' you a call, man I know you been havin' a lot on yo' mind lately And I know you feel like, you know, people ain't been prayin' for you But you have to understand this, man, that we are a cursed people Deuteronomy 28:28 says "The Lord shall smite thee with madness, and blindness and astonishment of heart" See, family, that's why you feel like you feel like you got a chip on your shoulder Until you follow His commandments, you gonna feel that way Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle Why God, why God do I gotta bleed? Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Earth is no more, why don't you burn this muhf-? (I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth) I beat yo' ass, keep talkin' back I beat yo' ass, who bought you that? You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch I beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes Runnin' from Poo Poo and Prentice Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil' - That homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass Yo' teachers better not be b- 'bout you in class That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all That TV better not be loud if you got it on Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought 'em Better not hear 'bout you - on Keisha's daughter Better not hear you got caught up, I beat yo' ass You better not run to your father, I beat yo' ass You know my patience runnin' thin I got beaucoup payments to make County building's on my ass, tryna take my food stamps away I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here I beat yo' ass if I beat yo' ass twice and you still here Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself? N-, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else If I could smoke fear away, I roll that motherf- up And then I'd take two puffs Now (huh), now (huh) Now (huh), now (huh) Life's a b-, pull them - to the side now (pull them - to the side now) (I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth) I'll prolly die anonymous, I'll prolly die with promises I'll prolly die walkin' back home from the candy house I'll prolly die because these colors are standin' out I'll prolly die because I ain't know Demarcus was snitchin' I'll prolly die at these house parties - I'll prolly die from witnesses leavin' me false accused I'll prolly die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra Or maybe die because these smokers are more than desperate I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin' Or maybe die from panic or die from bein' too lax Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast I'll prolly die tryna buy - at the apartments I'll prolly die tryna diffuse two homies arguin' I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17 All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothaf- up And then I'd take two puffs I've been hungry all my life Now (huh), now (huh) Now (huh), now (huh) Life's a b-, pull them - to the side now (pull them - to the side now), now When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years My newfound life made all of me magnified How many accolades do I need to block denial? The shock value of my success put bolts in me All this money, is God playin' a joke on me? Is it for the moment and will he see me as Job? Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before? At 27, my biggest fear was losin' it all Scared to spend money, had me sleepin' from hall to hall Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin' 30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus What is an advisor somebody that's holdin' my checks? Just to f- me over and put my finances in debt? I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered How did the bad girl feel when she looked at them numbers? The type of - make me flip out and just - somethin', drill somethin' Get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' somethin' I practiced runnin' from fear, guess I had some good luck At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein' judged How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city What they say 'bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me What they see from me would trickle down generations in time What they hear from me would make 'em highlight my simplest lines I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride 'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse Within 14 tracks, carried out over wax Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse Within 14 tracks, carried out over wax Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap Damn Goddamn you Goddamn me Goddamn us Goddamn we Goddamn us all Therefore I will punish you for all your iniquities" So until we come back to these commandments Until you come back to these commandments We're gonna be in this place, we're gonna be under this curse Because He said He's gonna punish us The so-called Blacks, Hispanics, and Native American Indians Are the true children of Israel We are the Israelites according to the Bible The children of Israel, he's gonna punish us for our iniquities For our disobedience because we chose to follow other gods That man chastens his son, so the Lord, thy God, chasten thee So just like you'll chasten your own son He's gonna chasten you because He loves you So that's why we get chastised, that's why we're in the position we're in Until we come back to these laws, statutes and commandments And do what the Lord said, these curses is gonna be upon us We gonna be at a lower state in this life that we live, here, in today In the United States of America I love you, family, and I pray for you God bless you, shalom

America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New Kung Fu Kenny Throw a steak off the yacht To a pool full of sharks, he'll take it Leave him in the wilderness With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it Take the gratitude from him I bet he'll show you something, woah I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-rated Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more Johnny said books ain't cool no more (no more) Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin' God bless America you know we all love him Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101 Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me? It's been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome" He was lookin' for some closure Hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him "I can't sugar coat the answer for you This is how I feel-if somebody kill my son That mean somebody's gettin' killed" Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch I did that" Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my momma Touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece Touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention Call you back Alright kids we're gonna talk about gun control (Pray for me) Damn It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass You close your eyes to look around Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph The great American flag Is wrapped and dragged with explosives Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters Barricaded blocks and borders Look what you taught us It's murder on my street, your street, back streets Wall street, corporate offices, banks Employees and bosses with homicidal thoughts Donald Trump's in office, we lost Barack And promised to never doubt him again But is America honest or do we bask in sin? Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood Then bash him in, you crippin' or you married to blood? I'll ask again-oops-accident It's nasty when you set us up Then roll the dice, then bet us up You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera Americas reflections of me That's what a mirror does It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass You close your eyes to look ar-

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2:15 LET SOMEBODY TOUCH MY MOMMA, TOUCH MY SISTER, TOUCH MY WOMAN, TOUCH MY DADDY, TOUCH MY NIECE, TOUCH MY NEPHEW, TOUCH MY BROTHER

2:15

Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101 Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me? It's been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome" He was lookin' for some closure Hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him "I can't sugar coat the answer for you This is how I feel-if somebody kill my son That mean somebody's gettin' killed" Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch I did that" Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my momma Touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece Touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention Call you back

0:57

America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New Kung Fu Kenny Throw a steak off the yacht To a pool full of sharks, he'll take it Leave him in the wilderness With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it Take the gratitude from him I bet he'll show you something, woah I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-rated Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more Johnny said books ain't cool no more (no more) Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin' God bless America you know we all love him Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101 Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me? It's been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome" He was lookin' for some closure Hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him "I can't sugar coat the answer for you This is how I feel-if somebody kill my son That mean somebody's gettin' killed" Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch I did that" Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my momma Touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece Touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention Call you back

I have no idea how many times I've heard this and it goes just as hard every single time

Such an underrated beat

0:59 1:58 2:42

This is one of the most glorious sounds that have ever entered my eardrums filthy and Yeat really are a blessing to us cuz this beat is bout to make me 🥜🥜😩😫😩🥵

This shit makes me feel like a mob boss smoking a cigar while discussing business with my goons

What?

Gratitude. The first part reminds of a Terrace Martin song from 3 Chord Fold

finally one with the last minute love u man

really bad isolation job

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se o baco não se inspirou nesse instrumental pra fazer 20 ligações eu to ficando doido , sample é identico !

CoryxKenshin

Using this shiii for a mixtape always loved the beat.

My favorite song now

3:40 my fav

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Forever 🔥🔥🔥 in 2024

Big boy Lamb', I'm in the big boy truck (skrr) I don't know who the fuck you is, bitch, we don't give no fuck Yeah, we got big boy cash on us, yeah, we got big boy bucks (big boy bucks, yeah) Bitch gon' pull up on us, I just told her what's up (ha) You don't make no money (yeah), you ain't go no bodies (let's go) Made a hundred bands, I forgot about it Bitch, I'm geekin' on these Percs, I been on auto-pilot I don't even know nothin' on this earth, bitch, I'm geeked out my body Yeah, walk inside the building, yeah, walk inside the stu' Yeah, diamonds all over my teeth, bitch, I don't brush the tooth (yeah) Went and spent a hundred bands on some fuckin' bracelets, yeah I don't even know nobody, I'm just geeked up, it's amazing, 'kay (It's icy, yeah, icy, yeah) You don't get no fuckin' money (uh) You don't get no fuckin' fame (uh) I don't give a fuck about it (ah) All this shit could really change (deep) I ain't used to have nothin' (nothin') Now I pulled up in a plane (uh) Now my diamonds really rain (they rain) Pulled up with a plain jane (yeah) No, no, we don't do exchange (no, no) I don't give a fuck 'bout fame (uh) I don't got no loose change (uh) Hundreds, fifties for the bank (uh) We don't got time to play (uh) I don't got time to stay (uh) We done got to the point where we don't be makin' mistakes, yeah We done got to the point (the point) Where all our pockets lift weights (uh) All my pockets lift weights (they fat) All my pockets in the gym everyday All my pockets gettin' cake (cake) I just hit 7-Eleven, got the double cup, baby, how it taste? I'm in the Tonka, parked outside, sittin' outside in the rain (skrr) All of my diamonds gon' talk to me, who else I got to blame? (Luh Crank) All of my demons talk to me, who else could I explain? (Luh geek) All of my demons talk to me, how else could I explain? (Luh geek) All of my demons talk to me, how else could I explain it? (What's up?) They told me what they were gon' do, yeah, and then it happened (yeah) Livin' life on the edge, push it to the deadzone, what happened? (Huh?) How the fuck my brothers switch up on me? Yeah, why you cappin'? Boy, you fucked up 'cause I'm rich now, I don't give a fuck what happen (fuck 'em) All of my brothers really rock with me, we all rich as fuck, we just rappin' I don't wanna hear 'bout that shit you say 'cause all that shit just cap (you lie) I'm too high, I don't care what happen (luh geek) Big boy Lamb', I'm in the big boy truck (skrr) I don't know who the fuck you is, bitch, we don't give no fuck Yeah, we got big boy cash on us, yeah, we got big boy bucks (big boy bucks, yeah) Bitch gon' pull up on us, I just told her what's up (ha) You don't make no money (yeah), you ain't go no bodies (let's go) Made a hundred bands, I forgot about it Bitch, I'm geekin' on these Percs, I been on auto-pilot I don't even know nothin' on this earth, bitch, I'm geeked out my body Yeah, walk inside the building, yeah, walk inside the stu' Yeah, diamonds all over my teeth, bitch, I don't brush the tooth (yeah) Went and spent a hundred bands on some fuckin' bracelets, yeah I don't even know nobody, I'm just geeked up, it's amazing, 'kay (It's icy, yeah, icy, yeah

the “idgaf” on ELEMENT. + the police siren on XXX. would be a banger

Right on. Remixing this album bc It’s so dope … needed this :)