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So sad this will never come out. It’s my fave snippet

Damn i need the synth

Se ci fosse un dio lo metterei in ginocchio Passavo notti senza chiudere un occhio Aprendo quello nel mezzo, il terzo Mi evolvo, puoi chiamarlo progresso Da quand'ero nella culla non avevo rimorso Non ho mai provato nulla, mi sento morto Ho avuto un lutto, ketamina, cocaina, codeina Ho provato tutto ma nulla era più come prima Cicatrici sulla mente, anima e tutto il corpo Ne ho risentito ogni giorno sapevo troppo Dammi solo un cazzo di minuto Non accetterò un altro rifiuto

What's the synth?

can u link where to buy???or og producer contacts???

this shitt is actually so angelic

I’m just realizing Sir Michael Rocks sampled this on T Shirt No Panties

Coool❤

6:05 song name?

if you'd put back the instru and the verse at the end, it would have been the best possible version.

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Это так круто, я в экстазе 🤤😶‍🌫️🥶

Memories

Yuhh

old carti so elite bruh

Intelligent dnb/ambient/atmospheric, trance, acid house,trip-hop,chillwave, early cloud rap,witch house, vaporwave/chopped n screwed, psychadelic funk/soul/quiet storm.

rip

Rigamortis Vertical surfaced today!

Add times in the description for when the tracks start please

I put one in that chamber like you wanna face a god? Know to be-face the fake fuck, aight Fuck is a feelin' God, level I'm, feelin' odd Fairily Beverly Hill, West Side Bitch, I'm drillin' your neighbor daughter at Best Buy If I hit up your jack, then nigga, you best slide If you totin' that pistol, nigga, you best ride If you shoot that shit at me, nigga I best die 'Cause I'm a muhfuckin' narcissist, trippin', you catch a clip, bitch You not equipped with that Pussy boy, don't be talkin' shit Or you can meet this AK-47, it got kick back I'm a muhfuckin' Martian, in the heart of a moshpit Put that boy in a coffin 'Cause the way they talkin' Pussy boy, don't be talkin' I ain't doin' no barkin' I'ma let that shit rip, leave his ass in the parkin' Fuck, boy don't test me Fuck, boy don't test me Fuck, boy don't test me Fuck, boy don't test, boy don't test, boy don't test Boy don't test, boy don't test, Boy don't test, boy don't, ayy, yuh, ayy Fuck, boy don't test me Fuck, boy don't test me Fuck, boy don't test me Fuck, boy don't test, boy don't test, boy don't test Boy don't test, boy don't test Boy don't test, boy don't, ayy, yuh, ayy

Crazy how peep used this beat too 🥲🕊️

the vcr influence is heavy

Cocaine, cocaine Two shots for me and fuckin' Jesus himself Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt? Tie it around his neck and get to fucking bucklin' up For every moment I counted on him, I'm fuckin' him up Torture victims are due to scriptures, it's written as such So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut Cut his tongue out and hammered fuckin' nails in his skull Couldn't see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so If there's a fucking-, I wanna slit his fucking throat And feed his organs to the children And shower solutions to the black and the white And endless indulgence to the youth in the night Cold scripture, we're all used to be causin' a rut Drownin' women and many children and pillaging trust Just the minimum, murdered many in sake of himself He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf Slow dancin' with the devil in a burnin' room Two-steppin' ahead until they lock me in a tomb Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb Satan preyin' on me, she been throwin' souls inside the wombs Life shoulda eat you up, spit you out, beat you up But, bitch, the third eye stay open, don't think I blink enough Maybe I see too much, baby, I can't call it I leave my soul in these bars like a alcoholic I can't trust nobody I'll put that on my mind, soul, and my whole body I see demons, and there's nothin' they don't know about me No matter how much I try to hide, they gon' find me So now I never run from it 'cause I come from it I never lied, I resides in the beast's stomach I looked the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin' I pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep cummin', keep cummin' I just found out family and enemies could be different I was steppin' over syringes that's in my kitchen After mama died, I couldn't go to the bathroom Without gettin' some second-hand heroin high while pissin' This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with What you know about comin' home to your shit missin' And findin' out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it? This is just me paintin' addiction These niggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean Niggas stole my denim jeans, Den of Thieves DVD, literally anything Food I bought from the vending machine Credit card crack any door, like janitor keys Niggas even took credit for the man I would be (Ah) And if I let him, he would probably take 20 percent, manager fee I'm so scared of my genes, I considered celibacy Afraid I would ruin my seeds, like Adam and Eve I got blood on the fuckin' leaves of my family tree Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for me I lost my whole damn mama, I lost a part of me She lost her whole damn life from symptoms of poverty Grew up with Crown Fried Chicken cloggin' my arteries Increase in robberies, police and bullets that I bob and weave It was nonstop for me, no one is stoppin' me Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfillin' prophecy This just how I introduce myself properly Kemba

Can I use this beat for free giving u credit?

Any chance someone has the Van Go beat? That joint goes hard as fuck too but no one ever seems to mentions it...

Two door on that black coupe, no gold, black jewels Fuck you and yo attitude, I do what I got to Man the pot ain't free stupid Knots in my jeans, caviar and ice cream It seems that I like these nice things So I'm out here for that green Peakin' through the sunroof, mesmerized on the clouds I wish to be on that level, so I picked up that loud Let yo chick roll the blunt She made me proud, applause I'm tryin' to get up in them draws Better yet, I'm tryin' to get up in them jaws So stop poppin' your jaws, and park the car Muni Long “Pain” (Live Performance) | Open Mic [Bridge] Cartier with the dollar bill Rain, club (Yeah, yeah) Trying to get all the bitches All the bitches, all the bitches [Verse 2] Check my steeze bitch please I got cheese My whole team ill Rick O, we blow by Os Real cutthroat Fuck a ho, we 'bout that dough Skate racks, break club flow go on her jean jack' You and your crew wack Air pack, you on dat Cash first that so I got that gold on deck Nice coupe, bad chick in the front ho, then the pooch White man wealth, I'm sitting tall like I hoop Mad cheese, mad steeze, dopeness in my tissue Money ain't the issue I thought you niggas been knew On the hours under the influence Nigga, I am true to this You lame niggas got me all bent Y'all new to this Talk about this money we involved in Blow that jane then we vent, nigga

I’m gonna make something as good as steeze w this bro trust 😭 v soon

Need more

Key?

This unlisted now idk how I'm even watchin it 😭

Make a motherfucker look like a stain, (stain) Put the blade right to yo neck, (Neck) Dont play with me, fuckfake, better stand, (stand) I dont even care, who will be the next? (next) Killing like im Myers, keep yo heads, (heads) Bitch, im boutta threw on yo ass, (ass) Money counter turn into moneybags (bags) Your ex hoe now is my lil slatt, yeah

[Intro: XXXTENTACION] Cocaine Cocaine [Verse 1: XXXTENTACION] Two shots for me and fuckin' Jesus himself Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt? Tie it around his neck and get to fucking bucklin' up For every moment I counted on him, I'm fuckin' him up Torture victims are due to scriptures, it's written and such So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut Cut his tongue out and hammered fuckin' nails in his skull Couldn't see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so If there's a fucking ***, I wanna slit his fucking throat And feed his organs to the children And shower solutions to the black and the white And endless indulgence to the youth in the night Cult scripture, we're all used to be causin' a ruck Drownin' women and many children and pillaging trust Just the minimum, murdered many in sake of himself He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Slow dancin' with the devil in a burnin' room Two-steppin' ahead until they lock me in a tomb Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb Satan preyin' on me, she been throwin' souls inside the wombs Life shouldn't eat you up, spit you out, beat you up But, bitch, the third eye stay open, don't think I blink enough Maybe I see too much, baby, I can't call it I leave my soul in these bars like a alcoholic I can't trust nobody I'll put that on my mind, soul, and my whole body I see demons, and there's nothin' they don't know about me No matter how much I try to hide, they gon' find me So now I never run from it 'cause I come from it I never lied, I resides in the beast's stomach I looked the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin' I pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep cummin', keep cummin' [Verse 3: Kemba] I just found out family and enemies could be different I was steppin' over syringes that's in my kitchen After mama died, I couldn't go to the bathroom Without gettin' some second-hand heroin high while pissin' This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with What you know about comin' home to your shit missin' And findin' out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it? This is just me paintin' addiction These niggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean Niggas stole my denim jeans, Den of Thieves DVD, literally anything Food I bought from the vending machine Credit card crack any door like janitor keys Niggas even took credit for the man I would be (Ah) And if I let him, he would probably take twenty percent, manager fee I'm so scared of my genes, I considered celibacy Afraid I would ruin my seeds, like Adam and Eve I got blood on the fuckin' leaves of my family tree Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for me I lost my whole damn mama, I lost a part of me She lost her whole damn life from symptoms of poverty Grew up with Crown Fried Chicken cloggin' my arteries Increase in robberies, police and bullets that I bob and weave It was nonstop for me, no one is stoppin' me Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfillin' prophecy This just how I introduce myself properly Kemba

what fucking synth is that someone please help

for people saying this isn't the actual instrumental, lovell made that part himself this is the unedited instrumental

AU has never recorded his verse

Fun fact: This go well with Run Up On Me

sounds like wheels

nigga make a folder tho

download link

Love that bass

And where's the chorus part? Not pass!

Who made this ?

exact same vibe as pistol..

Fukk dey need to put this on SoundCloud

W

he didn’t

Lie again

yessirr!

Hard