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Soooo fire

Can you please do a version that doesn’t fade out

This is truly amazing

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Wait til 2:39 for it to become good. Idk why i left unflipped version as the first pet u guys can cut it out

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Dahm

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Sry for silence ☠️

Sheeeesh pat and I going crazy with this one

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Sample?????????????

ебашит дай боже

worldwide steppers sample?

NICE SUICIDE BOYS SAMPLE

WTF MAAAAAAN WHY THIS SHIT GOES SO FUCKING HARDDDDDD

Can I use this on SoundCloud/yt?

That is awesome ❤ (I don't like to say nice words, but it's cool when someone do beats which they sounds like some artist. It's kinda rare on TH-cam.)

I’m too lazy making these

É o contraste que tras sentido ao que é, no sentido que contrasta com o que se busca ser, Que me permiti esquecer, Entre tanta coisa pra expressar, me expresso confuso, do intimo oque surge eu traduzo, difuso, do escuro me ouço, me auto questiono, respondo, retruco, discordo e no fim me faço de mudo, Engenharia reversa busca entender o funcionamento do que abre e fecha as cortinas da peça, oque me acalma e me estressa e o porque de no fim

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Sunglasses - jmanfym My Momma’s hidden in sunglasses Sudden flashes, some shit was just traumatic Too tragic, a Patek never remastered it Subconsciously plastered it Over every wall and ceiling, I seen the black square eyes Behind was trauma never realized My Momma’s image sterilized, She peeled her layers and I paralyzed “Keep rolling”, she kept rolling, think I’m losing air in mines, Used to patrol the Heights like I owned it My skin golden, got humbled under higher opponents, Thought I was High, I was held to be the Highest by closest Till she walked back that agenda, told me why promoted it My Black Trauma was White Trauma from my Momma Fight Trauma, she never had learned to fight trauma Her eyes sog up, the pipes clog up, she tried to author Experiences that might offer a slight comfort Or Explanation for the desecration, my Father’s lesser patience And why his exit was less than gracious I never knew a hand was laid, face pressed with makeup Sunglasses kept the scrapes up, even with less displayed Sun My Momma’s hidden in sunglasses Sudden flashes, some shit was just traumatic Too tragic, a Patek never remastered it Subconsciously plastered it

Back Tuck - jmanfym Niggas need to pack up, Moving with a stiffer, bigger stature, I’m into switching different bags up In this shit, no need to enter password Inna back tucked I keep it in the back, tucked I keep it in the back, tucked I keep it in the back, tucked Tuck from these niggas Jman fucking up a percentage Even their shoes that are custom are rented I’ll take the beef with no mustard or lettuce I gotta flex, got a muscular fetish I gotta flex out the love, it’s my essence Shit getting real like the Umpire said it Niggas was just striking, bet it, I run my bag home like the sunlight when setting Box braids and bubble butt my aesthetic I still get tongue tied, it’s precious I keep my raps tight, just how I’m Dreaded Jman, how did you fuck up a bag? How did that happen? Got so much to add She like me cuz I do toe touch, I’m ‘lax Niggas try strike, no hoe utter “pass” Niggas need to pack up, Moving with a stiffer, bigger stature, I’m into switching different bags up In this shit, no need to enter password Inna back tucked I keep it in the back, tucked I keep it in the back, tucked I keep it in the back, tucked

verry good

Fire

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Loose - jmanfym Got the spokes on the ‘Crete Walk back my soul in defeat Think the Luc’ got his hold on to me Think the Luc’ got his Hold onto me Hold onto me Hold onto me Hold onto me Under the wire, used to not live, I’d succumb to the fire, Now I sit in meditative stances, I love to be inspired You used to emanate enchantment, nowadays gotta segregate my chances, Put it in the High Spectator’s hands, Gen-Pop who I dedicate my rants to Shit used to be pen delayed ramblings, no rhyme, I wasn’t penetrating answers I was skimming top like a pebble skating lake crust Smelled the phony in depression laced statements As I scrolled thru all the mental waste spaces Solitude, I had yet to grace the fragrance, Had pride, had to get the brain straightened Way before I ever levitate-and-baked bread Needed dough, can’t domesticate that craving What I did was resuscitate my patience Cleansed thoughts, my head was laid in basin Blacktop, I hit pedal, never brake hit Got the spokes on the ‘Crete Walk back my soul in defeat Think the Luc’ got his hold on to me Think the Luc’ got his Hold onto me Hold onto me Hold onto me Hold onto me

More like this🔥

Real.

Young lean

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I’VE SEEN DEAD PEOPLE🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

back in the day - jmanfym [Intro] JMAN with the rainbows in my Ray Bans And I’m fresher than paint in the paint can And I’m something that these nigga can’t stand Put the heat on yo ass, get you made tan I’m the same nigga that ate crayons Monopoly, how I take chance [Main Beat] Kick it like back in the day Back when the thing that always least mattered was payment It was, platinum J’s, on the asphalt pavement Dry brush, scratching for waves, no actual waves hit Thought my dad was a slave, till I unmasked that he ain’t shit Had a passionate gaze at some raps on some pages Pages I would actually blaze, no cannabis taken Smiling with a crack in the fangs, my manners was ancient As my Pappy would say, I was aggrava-vating As my Mammy would say, I was crafty and patient I had saddled a page, I captured and tamed it I scratched it and splayed, my talented ways in The massivest game of rap entertainment Fast forward some ages, all I have on my brain is I wanna kick it like back in the day Like back when the thing that always least mattered was payment It was airballs, every basket I played bricked Now I’m sitting here, just basking the fragrance Of back in the day

moneymakergobrrr… - Justin [PART I: moneymakergo] I’m the money maker I got this fucking paper from rapping and steady ducking labor Fuck the haters who wanna see me inside a grave, Nigga I been thru l shit ever since I was 8 Ooh, bars too hard, prolly’ll break the glass In the brain, the glass Plexi, on my head, the mass heavy Always kept a mask ready Kept the names on my back steady, I carry it, past sweaty I had Mammy, Pappy, Momma, what the fuck’s a father? Ever since a toddler I was raised with that self survival Kept it bottled, never coddled at all, I just kept waiting for my Chance like watching the lottery balls Keep spinning lil nigga, Cuz the world gon do it, why would you think any different? Crackers got richer off of niggas, Raps the reverse, my man, us niggas makin it different Always had a home when I ain’t had no place to go We shopping up at Aldi, what the fucks a Trader Joe’s? Member when Momma used to be stressed about paying loans Now my money maker go [PART II: brrr] Brr brr brr brr, what else makes that noise? Back the motherfuck up, nigga, we do not play with toys, Keep a smile, bro, don’t raise your voice, In my city death is something that you just can’t avoid Schools get shot, at the store bodies get dropped Over some cash, your brother’ll prolly flop People flip like top gymnasts, you better watch Bear witness before you get shot, no syringes Glock, it is the money maker

damn this is heat

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wtf is that🥵

The dopest one

This one cray guitars go bazooka

verygood

brilliant

Gotta classic on this one. Y’all gonna hear it in a few. Perfection ain’t overnight lol

this shit is amazing