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I'm back on track and the track gon slap Too damn vain like i'm back on smack Dope ass flow, I got crack on tap And I pull up slow in that black on black Tack on facts, I put tax on tax Stacks on stacks and them racks on racks Do too much, I rock hats on hats Gotta strap up twice when I snatch that snatch In the pits like Brad, move like a gypsy Flippin the script wit the blues like I'm Nipsey Just like a ghost, got ya boo and she tipsy I hit then I'm back on the move and she miss me Baby, I'm outty, I slip and slide She slid in the Audi for dick on the side Call me Xzibit for trick in the ride I'm already higher, forget I applied

You are now looking at one smart black boy, mama aint raised no fool……..

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Bpm?

Said he want smoke now his face on a shirt fam in the church and Dey singing a verse

You got a sub❤

Did they take down the xxl2021 cypher ??

I’m bout to do sumpn with this…

super instrumental

super instrumental

Take it seriously, be venom.

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Do you mind if I use this instrumental for my TH-cam vids ?🙏🏽

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Chatgpt wrote this (I added transitions): Oooh yuh bao Viral Oh lord jetson made another one 0:14 Yeah, I'm Mulatto, hold the crown, I run the game, Independent queen, ain't nobody the same, Steppin' in the spot, you know they know my name, Stackin' up the commas, I ain't here for the fame. Boss chick mentality, I'm in control, Designer on my body, yeah, I'm on a roll, Curvy silhouette, I'm stealin' the whole show, When I step on the scene, watch them all lose control. I came from the South, where the culture's so rich, From the trap to the stage, I'm that boss chick, Lotta haters talkin', but they ain't got no pitch, I'm a beast in this game, watch me flip the switch. I stay on my grind, yeah, I hustle so hard, From the bottom to the top, I've come so far, Independent grind, I'm a superstar, Mulatto in the building, yeah, I raise the bar. I'm that chick that they love to imitate, But they can't duplicate, they just wanna hate, Mulatto in the game, I dominate, From the booth to the stage, I elevate. I'm a queen in this rap game, no doubt, Mulatto's in the building, watch me rock it out, I'm the baddest in the game, there's no way to doubt, When I step on the scene, it's what it's all about. 1:07 Hey yuh hey 1:15 I'm 24K shining, got the golden flow, Everywhere I go, they all wanna know, I'm the one on top, yeah, I run the show, Catch me in the spotlight, watch me steal the glow. Rockin' designer threads, drippin' head to toe, Chasing after dreams, watch my bank account grow, Gold chains on my neck, yeah, it's all for show, Living life so lavish, watch the haters go low. I'm all about the hustle, yeah, I'm on the grind, 24K Goldn, yeah, I'm one of a kind, From the Bay to LA, they all stand in line, For a taste of the fame, it's my time to shine. I'm a young legend, making moves so bold, From the stories that I've told to the records that I've sold, Every lyric I spit, every story I've unrolled, It's 24K Goldn, watch me break the mold. Got the melodies smooth, got the vibes so sweet, 24K on the beat, can't be beat on these streets, I'm the golden boy, yeah, I'm hard to defeat, Catch me on the charts, I'm the one they all greet. 2:10 Fivio yuh eh, Look uh yuh eh eh 2:21 Yeah, it's Fivio Foreign, I'm reppin' my block, Brooklyn drill scene, where the hustle won't stop, I'm the voice of the streets, I'm the cream of the crop, From the corner to the stage, watch me rise to the top. I'm posted on the block, where it's gritty and raw, Loyalty's a must, we don't break no law, Grew up in the struggle, that's what made me raw, Fivio Foreign in the game, I'm the one they adore. Cruisin' through the city, in a foreign machine, Lamborghini doors, on the scene I gleam, Stackin' up the paper, living life like a dream, In this Brooklyn lifestyle, we a different regime. Henny in my cup, yeah, it's sippin' so slow, Foreign whips, big drip, that's how we all roll, From the bando to the stage, watch my story unfold, Fivio Foreign in the game, yeah, I'm breaking the mold. Street certified, that's the stamp that I got, In the jungle of Brooklyn, where it's cold and it's hot, From the projects to the charts, I made my own spot, Fivio Foreign on the mic, yeah, I hit the jackpot. Still reppin' the set, but with bigger ambitions, Stackin' paper to the ceiling, that's the main mission, I'm the drill king, yeah, that's the recognition, In this game of life, I'm on a relentless expedition. From the block to the booth, I'ma stay on the grind, Fivio Foreign in the building, yeah, I'm one of a kind, From the corners to the world, it's my time to shine, In this Brooklyn drill scene, I'm the voice that they find. 3:33 Yuh aye aye I'm Calboy, from the Windy City streets, Where the cold wind blows and the city never sleeps, Grew up in the struggle, where the pain runs deep, But I turned it into verses, now my story's on repeat. I'm a cowboy in this game, riding through the night, In my own lane, yeah, I'm taking flight, From the Chi to the world, I'm shining so bright, Calboy on the track, you know I'm doing it right. I've seen the ups and downs, the trials and the tests, Through the darkest nights, I always did my best, Now I'm stacking up the paper, yeah, I'm so blessed, I'm a young legend in the making, I won't rest. I'm reppin' for the city, where the dreams unfold, From the stories that I've told to the records that I've sold, Every word I speak, every story I've been told, Calboy on the mic, I'm the one that they hold. In the booth, I'm a poet, on the beat, I'm a beast, Tellin' tales from the streets, where the struggle never cease, I'm a Calboy from the Chi, reppin' to the east, From the bottom to the top, I'm risin' like a feast.

Chatgpt wrote this (I added the transitions): Yuh aye aye yuh Oh man 0:14 I step into the scene, feeling so fly Fresh kicks on my feet, shades cover my eye, Louis V on my belt, you know I'm that guy, Girls in the club, they can't help but get high. I'm the talk of the town, got 'em all amazed, With my smooth rap flow, I'm in a different phase, Yeah, I'm Jack Harlow, in so many ways Got the whole world watching, they all in a daze From the Ville to the A, we're making noise, Sippin' on some bourbon with southern boys, Late nights in the city, making all that noise, I'm the real McCoy, no time for decoys. I'm a young legend in the making, that's a fact, Got the whole game shaking, ain't no looking back, From the parties to the studio, I stay on track, Jack Harlow in the building, now let's get this stack. Yuh Keed talk to em 0:54 I pull up in the foreign, swervin' through the streets, Lil Keed on the beat, yeah, I'm bringin' the heat, Diamonds on my neck, got that ice in my teeth, Money on my mind, yeah, I'm chasing that feat. I'm from Atlanta, where we keep it real, Zone 6 reppin', that's the way I feel, Trap life, yeah, I know the deal, Stackin' up the paper, got that dollar bill. Mama told me, "Boy, stay out the streets," But I couldn't help it, I was chasing them feats, Now I'm ballin', yeah, I'm living so sweet, Lil Keed on the rise, can't be beat. In the studio, I'm cooking up that fire, Every verse I drop, you know it's gon' inspire, From the struggle to the top, it's my desire, Lil Keed in the game, I'll never retire. I'm reppin' YSL, that's the family, Young Stoner Life, we livin' lavishly, From the A to the world, they all wanna see, Lil Keed on the track, that's a masterpiece. Yuh 1:36 I'm from the trenches, where it's real and it's gritty, Polo G in the game, yeah, you know I'm with it, Raised in the struggle, had to grind for the city, Every verse I spit, it's a lyrical committee. I've seen the pain, I've seen the loss, I've seen it all, From the darkest nights to the early morning calls, I'm a soldier in this game, standing tall, Never backin' down, I'm giving it my all. I came from nothing, now I'm something they admire, Flow so cold, it'll set your soul on fire, Hustle hard, yeah, that's the only way I acquire, All the dreams and the goals that I desire. I'm reppin' for my people, for the ones left behind, Every struggle that we face, yeah, it makes us grind, Polo G on the mic, yeah, I shine, From the streets to the booth, it's my time to climb. I speak the truth in every verse that I spit, Life's a battleground, and I'll never quit, Polo G in the game, I'm the real deal, legit, Through the pain and the struggle, I persist and commit.

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The bass is crazy good

2 years later this still go hard. The drums you added are actually crazy my guy. Waiting on ur comeback 👀

Could u send me da wav files bro? I NEED IT😢

Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah) This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here Killa, Harlem I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga

Fire bro! The mix is really good

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Any cltfc fans here⁉️⁉️⁉️

My version Yo yo Nigga i been spittin bars back in my days before i knew what reality was star trek to the prodigy stil wondering what fatality wants Backed up by my structure and all my analagy puns I want a get to the top so i can shoot a calvary once One bullet, nine rappers f** thats a mastery stunt Feel free to copyright if you want

Jay Z u dont know and this sounds similar

FUK FUK FUK THIS IS.... EPIC

praise for sure for remaking this beat.

Free?

this beat too tuff

This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way)

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Good remake

I feel like I'm carrying my manner to summer The way I laid them plans they wonder I'ma youngin carrying the wave like a banger Bought a N-95 t-shirt like the Lamar Two red oversized t-shirt for my come up Slow down for a pic on the hammer Video call and brag to my mama Loving the breeze of course mama I shoot my shot to the trio only to find out were my grandma I'm the chief like keef way I be making them love the sosa Bought some wings for the ride,if I'm honest I like the aroma Had to run our way back,buy other wings treat us proper I be loving there vibe for real,we chilling with good vibes and inshallah Got my homeboys on board,my cartel on hold, I'm loving their vibe and drama If I was born for this thing, I'm having my way real quick to have studied grammar I'ma halla all my queens,get myself a tall seat and start a crowd like Wakanda Playing baseball, two teams for all cause I'ma real lover Green top for girls, blue shorts for boys I'm the real karma Playing baseball, two teams for all cause I'ma real lover Green top for girls, blue shorts for boys I'm the real karma I feel like I'm carrying my manner to summer The way I laid them plans they wonder I'ma youngin carrying the wave like a banger Bought a N-95 t-shirt like the Lamar Two red oversized t-shirt for my come up Slow down for a pic on the hammer Video call and brag to my mama Loving the breeze of course mama I feel like I'm carrying my manner to summer The way I laid them plans they wonder I'ma youngin carrying the wave like a banger Bought a N-95 t-shirt like the Lamar Two red oversized t-shirt for my come up Slow down for a pic on the hammer Video call and brag to my mama Loving the breeze of course mama Member when i was on the block,peeps be doing a lot of talks Remember in a two square room apartment, that's where I grew up Mama taught to pray Amazing Grace,our love to my Lord I kept the pace In whatever case we stood up brave,sang lot of songs from the hym I'm feeling decent like the preaching from the deacon Never sell my sold for Gold, I'ma hold on the bible I know I'ma sinner,eating my dinner then I revive though Grieving to my Lord where did I go wrong I'm feeling decent like the preaching from the deacon Never sell my sold for Gold, I'ma hold on the bible I know I'ma sinner,eating my dinner then I revive though Grieving to my Lord where did I go wrong

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Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah) This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here Killa, Harlem I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club

Living in the land of the wicked where life is worth chains that glisten where trust is gone and respect is missin where everyone has a gun where cemeteries and prison cells constantly are being filled with our brothers and sisters with a mixture of the wicked and the innocent where there is more death from gun violence then old age and sickness where killing a mf in self defense is looked at as being trigger happy instead of for cuz ppl wit the shit in my city ppl wit the shit they killed Dolph now at all cost im extra cautious in the street with an extra clip

Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah) This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here Killa, Harlem I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga Put your hood up

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Latto destroyed this shit

is there an instrumental?!🔥

Rip Lil Keed 🐍🕊

I do music I’ll make it.

I'm proud of you my guy

I really wish we had the actual beat the real one now that would be lit to do some freestyles

This dude fell off :(

Damn free Pooh !! April 2022

What 808 is that