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Hunger. HUNGER

beat so beautiful

This beat is actually so good holy 😭

mf had the hardest beat just to have a shit verse

Energy

This beat just reminds me of Gta Online, funny how the Alchemist also produced some Online soundtrack, fire🔥

The tags are crazy bro 😂

Reminds me of Kanye West - Real friends Beat

This instrumental gives me peace in my soul

why tf is "jew, jewish" in the tags 😭

Accurate lol

Bro put jew in the tags😭🙏 Great work btw

Actually the best version without any music , CB vocals the best 🔥🔥💯💯

the idea of the switch up is an insane choice

w i’m doing a freestyle on it

yo i know its been a while since u posted this but could i ask how do u get sounds like these

[Intro: Gunna] Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Gunna] Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way Mind over matter when the war came I was blinded by that light, now I see everything Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (Oh) [Verse 1: Gunna] I'm still waitin' on my moment Give a damn about my opponent Got some M's and teleported, I secure my needs Flyin' all 'cross the border, watch me spread my wings Thankful for my mother and for pops plantin' the seed Half the time a war start from envious and greed Every time I rock a show, my fans don't wanna leave Workin' out in boxin' mode, we trainin', we like Creed We trainin', we like Creed (Trainin', we like Creed) Oh-oh Pop a few, I'm geekin' on shrooms Call your bitch, tell her link, she comin' through (Yeah) I'm healin' up, but my insides still bruised Just hold ten, I'm just startin' to get a groove (Yeah) Bought some Perc' tens for my man, I took two (I took two) These niggas real hoes and they talk more than the news (Yeah) I'm a big dog and these lil' niggas poodles Chasin' big racks, I ain't worried 'bout who's who Central Cee & Lil Baby [Chorus: Gunna] Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way Mind over matter when the war came I was blinded by that light, now I see everything Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (Oh) [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] Lately, I've been slow to speak, still stay out they reach Contemplatin' my sins, I'm pacing, I been losing sleep The AC blastin', my tires all screech Plottin' on grindin', I've been curvin' all the speeds Still movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust (Movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust) I showed you real love, you ain't have to stab me in my back, it was only us Fuck 'em, I went black card Biggest yachty on the dock Play my role and Maybach, Double-R, I ghost 'em all Quick to follow protocol Might get them folks involved Flirtin' with promethazine, sippin' had me dozin' off Even though the paper straight I'ma chase a billion, I remember comin' out Section 8 Now I got expensive taste Take your bitch and levitate her Just hit the Miami island house, my room got elevator I ain't been havin' time, I'm on my grind, it's all fate [Chorus: Gunna, Roddy Ricch] Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way (It's all fate) Mind over matter when the war came I was blinded by that light, now I see everything Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (Oh)

With balls, in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands Who slices competition and just goes about his business Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin' And hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit Child endangerment, dark brain, arcane with it, Mark Twainin' it You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart Aimin' a bar, chamber to carve names in it Start sprayin' and start ravin' on beef, starved, cravin' it You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it 'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it Elephantiasis of the nuts, element Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent, since elementary Through Hell I went, accelerant from lack of melanin Failin' in school, smart aleck wit Helped me to rebel against shit so well and vent So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant Soon as I quit givin' a fuck, I started to sell a bit Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater 'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers "Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger I didn't like the beat, so I hated Might Delete Later" You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers It's what they do to the greats Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral wake (Hm)

tags is crazy

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty & KARRAHBOOO] Bad bitch, know I'm too rich, want me to come on here I make this type of shit to hang out and they trend I make them niggas act right, we don’t fuck with them On every Audemar I ever bought, it came factory Same twenty, that was me, why they mad at me? Hmm, niggas not 'Crete, bitch, obsolete (Hmm) Quit your job before you think you can fuck with me Things on the Ford, plastic in my whores Maybach truck be bouncin' up and down, it look like George Beatin’ up them ties and them breaks on the voyagе Four wock, run into a Tesla, look like Porsche Say my namе, think you can fuck with me, you need to lore I threw in lore, could've bought the ho' a Louis store Rocked in a life and right out now, like revolvin' doors But all y'all steppers up on your couch, make 'em do some chores I feel like poppin' my shit today without any chorus I walk around with fifty karats like I'm feedin’ Bugs I pour the tall cup of wock, hard not to chug I was nineteen, doin’ what they wish they could I had bitches in and out, like a runway castin' Don’t put your mouth on it, baby, if you don't got no passion I treat every nigga around me like my mom and Adam They underestimate every time, I'm movin' right past ’em I fuck a bitch to three songs, I am not lastin' I let them fours hide the beach, I'ma fly to Aspen I told them folks that I was king, like I came from Akron They act like they know what I mean, so I had to show 'em I lost my brother and I know how Bret felt with Owen I asked God to send a sign, and it started snowin' I got known for my grill, like I'm Gary Coleman Off of X, I get the feeling like them niggas on me I'm a real geeker, pour the pint of wock in a clear beaker Niggas want beef and become Angry Birds, niggas just tweeters I'm a whole hitter, I'm a drink dumper All my whips new, ain't never need no cable jumpers Niggas are gettin' they ho' hit, just like No Jumper I'm a flow shaker, I'm a bill printer I'm a cash grabber, you an ass-kisser Heard how y'all actin' in front of the hoes, this is not a desert I dropped eight-thousand twice, on Bottega sweaters I dropped eighty-thousand a hundred times, on different endeavors Hit the strip, my bitch freezy, she change the weather Okay, I heard the bars them niggas spit, but it wasn't clever I'm solo steppin', don't need no friends, don't call my phone ever This shit I'm teasin' on Margiela with the vintage leather He came outside in Nike slides, how is he a stepper? (Ooh) [Verse 2: KARRAHBOOO & Lil Yachty] I got all these bitches scared and I could tell Niggas hate that I'm not lady-like, fuck 'em, oh, well Nigga wanna fuck with me, 'til I bring him to hotel How these hoes can't even rap? Truth be told, sex sells Y'all do anythin' for cheese, caught in the trap, every tail All the bros around me solid, don't hop in the field and squeal Ridin' in a dress Don't want 'em lookin' at my pussy when I'm on they neck I no longer evolve, so rich, they don't get my respect (Okay) These niggas sensitive, on God, they act just like a bitch These bitches talk too much, I never take them on a lick He know he can't get pussy, he ain't spendin', I'm strict They ask me who I fuck with, truth be told, a short list (Go) The coupe is dipped in piss, look like he beat it in flush Okay, they act up to my jam, I'll show 'em who the real rust It take a lot to impress me, it take a lot for me to blush It break my heart findin' out these niggas broke, that's why I call 'em crushes (It's us) My brother got lean, like you need crutches ('Crete) Boujee, I wouldn't stick my show inside a duchess Who is he? That nigga since Disney, paid Vanessa Hudgens One finger, get that nigga gone, no bluffin' Talkin' crazy, I could tell he on that coat, they roughin' We go back and forth spazzin', Jeff and Lita I can tell these niggas all snakes, like Nokia [Outro: Lil Yachty] It's us

I like the instrumental because it reminds me of fade in TLOP

this weird reverb confuses me

prod by Me and Rawbone

Beat of da year fr!!👑💯💯💯🔥🔥🎧 But I don’t like the end part thou👎🏾 honestly lil yatchy ruined the end part 😩🙉

Cole rapping on an alchemist beat that’s in the style of nujabes is insanity

COULD MAKE AN INSTRUMENTAL FOR J COLE - COLOR OF YOUR EYES

How can we furthermore temptations Without overlooking the past I got a thing for you And Separation only make it drag My mind been made up Not conflicted But up to if you if I stay Too old to be playing these games Why would I lie to your face Give you the world Seem to decline Still I decided to chase On purist to happiness We went down memory lane I played a part Can’t press restart That’s why we live for today wish it would rain These tears joys Cause when I’m with you there’s no pain Understand that love is hard Why be so difficult lately Be missing you crazy Nobody’s perfect You’re imperfections Makes you who you are And to me that amazing Ain’t tryna sound heinous Ik my tone sometimes be mute That I worked on the cadence A better me to better you I like the sound of that baby Found myself gazing at the stars Closest thing I could find to your smile Running my head through the sand I’m in too deep But still aware of surroundings What’s going on in Marvin’s room I hear the waves Am I drowning I feel reality kicking in You have the right But baby please don’t be silent I need you, to have and hold Forever yours How we complete this story

Lyrics: Yeah Nigga done got spoiled off these fuckin' PJ's I'm not-, It's not like I'm too good to fly commercial, that shit just- It's a hassle at this point, you know what I mean? Yeah At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp Got my grip and I never proceed to slip Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip Walk in front of the judge and plead the fifth I'm a legend, but it ain't no need for myth Better get you a visa, he's a trip I had Trae the Truth in Ibiza lit Niggas ain't 'bout to outwork me Go to sleep late, still wakin' up early Look at my belly, I'm hungry Y'all niggas desperate and thirsty You can't even tell there's a difference Hungry is when you're relentless Even when one of your idols look dead in your face and he tell you "You can't" and you know that he meant it But when you Cole, you attempt it Come, let me show you a template I had to grow out the concrete I had to stroll through the trenches, uh I had to stroll through the trenches At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp (temp) Got my grip and I never proceed to slip (slip) Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped (clipped) Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip Walk in front of a judge and plead the fifth I'm a legend, but it ain't no need for myth Better get you a visa, he's a trip I had Trae the Truth in Ibiza lit I had Trae the Truth in Ibiza lit Yeah, that's my nigga I had Trae The truth in Ibiza lit, uh I can't do edibles My head is spinnin' too much, fell off the pedestal And I'm never gettin' back up Done tryna to be perfect, that shit is exhausting An infinite force that nitpicking niggas get lost in I'm scribbilin' thoughts, my pencil is sharpening Trust in my pen, been tryna limit the crossing The best part of makin' this cake is lickin' the frosting And Barry been sayin' he love when I spit like I'm dark skin And you know what he mean I got a 34 waist, I had a 40 jeans Somehow I still got too big for my britches and tore the seams There go my Achilles heel, been tryna do everything Thank God for my nigga Ib, what would I do with no team? I wouldn't do anything, I would just sit on this music and hold it Waiting for some perfect moment Wondering, why it ain't came? Meanwhile, the world done changed Suddenly, songs I was loving last year don't feel the same Somebody feel my pain Please, somebody say I changed All of these years done passed, I hope I ain't still the same All of these songs I'm on, ain't nobody kill Jermaine Isn't that rather strange? I wrote a number of bad refrains But isn't that life, dude? Make a few hits, but you gotta live with the strikes too Instead of pretending I'm some incredible nigga Just let 'em hear all of it The good, the bad, the ugly, the strong, the weak, it's me The nigga that thought of it All the portrayals of anything different or fraudulent You wanna tap into your greatness, well this is the starter kit The Fall Off, how many these bullets can fit in the cartridges I'm lettin' 'em off on intentions to rip through your cartilage My nigga just told me, "You trippin' for thinkin' of callin' quits" No lie God is good, for real, hm I'm just sittin' here askin' myself The fuck was I even doin' here? Fresh out the hospital bed, one to the back, arm in a sling And in the same breath, I'm in Ibiza I ain't never fathomed seeing another side of this shit Know you felt the same Hell, I remember we used to pray for it, but hell Look at you, bro People speak greatness these days when the name get mentioned But what is greatness? Nah, nigga we lit Iconic, haha It ain't over 'til we tap out Cole, you better make these niggas feel you We done seen 'em come, we done seen 'em go From the Come Up to the Fall Off And even when we fall off, we don't fall off, nigga

Daylyt on the beat!

This mf so beautiful

Gunna went crazy with this one !! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

this beat is a masterpiece

It’s a quarter to 6 As I look at the ceiling Am I in the mix Nigga What am I feelin Am I getting too old Should I be dealin Can’t fathom the fact Of being broke As a matter of fact I wanna be goat Things on my mind It’s getting too late be on my grind You in charge of ya fate you can sit here and debate you can sit here and hate I got too much on my plate shit is getting hectic Different perspectives Going through triumphs to get message Don’t sleep on ya mind check the checks off ya checklist Asking for guidance your gonna get tested I just want some freedom I just want some peace Generational wealth before I’m decreased How is ya health How is ya mental This Life ain’t so simple it’s kinda hard Bein a grown man.. and a child of God I’m fightin my demons as I’m writing these bars I keep dreamin and dreamin of having a vision of reaching passed the stars

Cant lie, couldn’t think of a better title for this beat, gunna on top wid dis fr.

What a tune

Celtics brought me here 🍀🏆🔥

Yeah Nigga done got spoiled off these fuckin' PJ's I'm not-, It's not like I'm too good to fly commercial, that shit just- It's a hassle at this point, you know what I mean? Yeah At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp Got my grip and I never proceed to slip Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip Walk in front of the judge and plead the fifth I'm a legend, but it ain't no need for myth Better get you a visa, he's a trip I had Trae the Truth in Ibiza lit Niggas ain't 'bout to outwork me Go to sleep late, still wakin' up early Look at my belly, I'm hungry Y'all niggas desperate and thirsty You can't even tell there's a difference Hungry is when you're relentless Even when one of your idols look dead in your face and he tell you "You can't" and you know that he meant it But when you Cole, you attempt it Come, let me show you a template I had to grow out the concrete I had to stroll through the trenches, uh I had to stroll through the trenches At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp (temp) Got my grip and I never proceed to slip (slip) Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped (clipped) Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip Walk in front of a judge and plead the fifth I'm a legend, but it ain't no need for myth Better get you a visa, he's a trip I had Trae the Truth in Ibiza lit I had Trae the Truth in Ibiza lit Yeah, that's my nigga I had Trae The truth in Ibiza lit, uh I can't do edibles My head is spinnin' too much, fell off the pedestal And I'm never gettin' back up Done tryna to be perfect, that shit is exhausting An infinite force that nitpicking niggas get lost in I'm scribbilin' thoughts, my pencil is sharpening Trust in my pen, been tryna limit the crossing The best part of makin' this cake is lickin' the frosting And Barry been sayin' he love when I spit like I'm dark skin And you know what he mean I got a 34 waist, I had a 40 jeans Somehow I still got too big for my britches and tore the seams There go my Achilles heel, been tryna do everything Thank God for my nigga Ib, what would I do with no team? I wouldn't do anything, I would just sit on this music and hold it Waiting for some perfect moment Wondering, why it ain't came? Meanwhile, the world done changed Suddenly, songs I was loving last year don't feel the same Somebody feel my pain Please, somebody say I changed All of these years done passed, I hope I ain't still the same All of these songs I'm on, ain't nobody kill Jermaine Isn't that rather strange? I wrote a number of bad refrains But isn't that life, dude? Make a few hits, but you gotta live with the strikes too Instead of pretending I'm some incredible nigga Just let 'em hear all of it The good, the bad, the ugly, the strong, the weak, it's me The nigga that thought of it All the portrayals of anything different or fraudulent You wanna tap into your greatness, well this is the starter kit The Fall Off, how many these bullets can fit in the cartridges I'm lettin' 'em off on intentions to rip through your cartilage My nigga just told me, "You trippin' for thinkin' of callin' quits" No lie God is good, for real, hm I'm just sittin' here askin' myself The fuck was I even doin' here? Fresh out the hospital bed, one to the back, arm in a sling And in the same breath, I'm in Ibiza I ain't never fathomed seeing another side of this shit Know you felt the same Hell, I remember we used to pray for it, but hell Look at you, bro People speak greatness these days when the name get mentioned But what is greatness? Nah, nigga we lit Iconic, haha It ain't over 'til we tap out Cole, you better make these niggas feel you We done seen 'em come, we done seen 'em go From the Come Up to the Fall Off And even when we fall off, we don't fall off, nigga

2:09 2:43

It’s banger🔥🔥🔥

Yatchy should of took this one

(I tried my beat to write this in my flow, hope it helps) When I, When I, When I, [Pause] When I, When I, When I, [x2] 0:13 Hop on da beat ima slide Real OGs know that i been rise, My niggas ain switchin swides Number 9 on they sides, they ready to ask some niggas if they wanna get fried One thing i neva could do is switch up because thats the day that im-gonna-die [Speed up your ennounciations for this line] My niggas, they ready to ride GDP, you could see it inside ah they eyes Supressor attached on the nozz' (nozzle) So by time we creep, all them niggas get caught by suprise Bounty said "make sureee, that he dead not alive" I told him "man fuck it thats fine" Could tell by the flow that up in my prime

This made my head hurt 😅

Gonna use this for a Remix, Thank you for providing this to us!!!

This hard but you can hear them in the back

Fuk tha lil yachty makes some fire ass beats

I guarantee you this will get popular on tiktok😂😂😂

The way my soul feels this beat is wild.

God is punishing us😭😭😭

This beat goes hard. Tay Keith cooks hard.

Masterpiece wow!