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Thanks you g.

1:12 verse 2 1:32-2:24 verse 3 2:44-3:35

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Que reflejan tu mirada La noche, tú y yo I got this fire burnin' in me from within Concentrated thoughts on who I used to be, I'm sheddin' skin Every day, a new version of me, a third of me demented Cemented in pain, juggling the pros and cons of fame I don't know how to make friends, I'm a lonely soul I recollect this isolation, I was four years old Truth be told, I've been battling my soul, tryna navigate the real and fake Cynical about the judgement day I did past life progression last year and it fucked me up Reincarnated on this earth for a hundred plus Body after body, lesson after lesson Let's take it back to Michigan in 1947 My father kicked me out the house 'cause I wouldn't listen to him I didn't care about his influence, only loved what I was doing Gifted as a musician, I played guitar on the grand level The most talented where I'm from, but I had to rebel And so I'm off in the sunset, searchin' for my place in the world With my guitar up on my hip, that's the story unfurled I found myself with a pocket full of money And a whole lot of respect, while the record vendors loved me I was head of rhythm and blues The women that fell to they feet, so many to choose But I manipulated power, as I lied to the masses Died with my money, gluttony was too attractive, reincarnated Another life had placed me as a black woman in a Chitlin' Circuit Seductive vocalist as the promoter hit the curatins My voice was angelic straight from heaven, the crowd sobbed A musical genius what the articles emphasized Had everything I wanted but I couldn't escape addiction Heroin needles had me in fetal position, restricted Turned on my family, I went wherever cameras be Cocaine, no private planes for my insanity Self-indulged, discipline never been my sentiments I needed drugs, to me, an 8-ball was like penicillin Fuck love, my happiness was in that brown sugar Sex and melodies gave me hope when nobody's lookin' My first assistant was a small-town scholar Never did a Quaalude 'til I got myself around her My daddy looked the other way, he saw sin in me I died with syringes pinched in me, reincarnated My present life is Kendrick Lamar A rapper looking at the lyrics to keep you in awe The only factor I respected was raising the bar My instincts sent material straight to the charts, huh My father kicked me out the house, I finally forgive him I'm old enough to understand the way I was livin' Ego and pride had me looking at him with resentment I close my eyes hoping that I don't come off contentious I'm yelling, "Father, did I finally get it right?" Everything I did was selfless I spoke freely, when the people needed me, I helped them I didn't gloat, even told 'em, "No, " when the vultures came Took control of my fleshly body when the money changed "Son you do well but your heart is closed I can tell residue that linger from your past creates itself" Father I'm not perfect I got urges, but I hold them down "But your pride has to die, " okay father show me how "Tell me every deed that you done and what you do it for" I kept one hundred institutions paid, "Okay, tell me more" I put one hundred hoods on one stage, "Okay, tell me more" I'm tryna push peace in LA, "But you love war" No, I don't, "Oh, yes, you do, " okay then tell me the truth "Every individual is only a version of you How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart?" I could tell You where I'm going, "I could tell you who you are" You fell out of heaven 'cause you was anxious Didn't like authority, only searched to be heinous Isaiah fourteen was the only thing that was prevalent My greatest music director was you It was colors, it was pinks, it was reds, it was blues It was harmony and motion I sent you down to earth 'cause you was broken Rehabilitation not psychosis But now we here now, centuries you manipulated man with music Embodied you as superstars to see how you moving You came a long way from garnishing evil-ish views And all I ever wanted from You was love and approval I learned a lot, no more putting these people in fear The more that word is diminished, the more it's not real The more light that I can capture, the more I can feel I'm using words for inspiration as an ideal "So can you promise that you won't take your gifts for granted?" I promise that I'll use my gifts to bring understanding "For every man, woman and child, how much can you vow?" I vow my life just to live one in harmony now "You crushed a lot of people keeping their thoughts in captivity" And I'm ashamed that I ever created that enemy "Then let's rejoice where we at" I rewrote the devil's story just to take our power back, 'carnated

My favorite song

Quick production is UNMATCHED!

Man these streets don't luv NOBODY!!! BUT themselves🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Lyrics [Intro] (808 Mafia) [Chorus] Uh, I fell in love with some G-locks Pain in me, leanin' off them drugs with my heat cocked I'm steady cashin' out the plug, make him restock Miss my hood angels up above, know how we rock Found out he wasn't really who he said he was, left the streets shocked All these rappers claim they lurk for blood when the beef hot Only difference is I'm still a thug when the beat stop I been takin' in too much fake love, I need to detox Verse] Can't take life for granted 'cause my bros left as teenagers My homie died, I couldn't change my screensaver All the opps, they got it comin', we gon' make 'em bleed later Wet shit like Hurricane Katrina, we got Glocks with beam lasers Shells bouncin' out the nina, smoke 'em like a weed vapor With a gun and a plan, I'm just a heartless dream chaser All he know is go, that boy been chasin' green paper Hit sport up in that Bimmer, then I turn to Speed Racer Daydreamin' 'bout murders, that's a cold-hearted fantasy I'm faithfully with purgers that'll wipe your whole family Wildin' out, no, we don't talk it out, just let them cannons speak Don't know 'bout private school, we went to Hard Knock Academy I lost all my feelings, grew accustomed to them tragedies These obstacles too easy, God, I'd rather have you challenge me Love 'em from a distance and that's just the way it gotta be You had made it hard for me to trust you when you lied to me [Chorus] Uh, I fell in love with some G-locks Pain in me, leanin' off them drugs with my heat cocked I'm steady cashin' out the plug, make him restock Miss my hood angels up above, know how we rock Found out he wasn't really who he said he was, left the streets shocked All these rappers claim they lurk for blood when the beef hot Only difference is I'm still a thug when the beat stop I been takin' in too much fake love, I need to detox [Outro] I been takin' in too much fake love, I need to detox

Where is the sample from at 00:16

So much better as a stand alone instrumental without Mickey mouse yelling over it....imagine Pac killing this beat instead....

THIS IZ IT (FLAMES)

Damn how did you get ahold of this instrumental, it's what Chicano rap is all about💪

What's the difference between this one and the original one?

I bet you probably used the app called Moises if not then thays still cool tho, I just prefer youtube still for instrumentals to find them easier 😂❤

Can you do instrumentals for Life Jacket, the appeal, and doughe/sure shot please!

Damn didn’t expect it to hit so hard

I made this song yesterday and it reminded me of Brand New Dance :) Not as silly though th-cam.com/video/iRddj14r7P4/w-d-xo.htmlsi=EG4G02Q6vqWYqvzC

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Gotta love A.I stem separation

Oh my fucking goodness

I got this fire burnin' in me from within Concentrated thoughts on who I used to be, I'm sheddin' skin Every day, a new version of me, a third of me demented Cemented in pain, juggling the pros and cons of fame I don't know how to make friends, I'm a lonely soul I recollect this isolation, I was four years old Truth be told, I've been battling my soul, tryna navigate the real and fake Cynical about the judgement day I did past life progression last year and it fucked me up Reincarnated on this earth for a hundred plus Body after body, lesson after lesson Let's take it back to Michigan in 1947 My father kicked me out the house 'cause I wouldn't listen to him I didn't care about his influence, only loved what I was doing Gifted as a musician, I played guitar on the grand level The most talented where I'm from, but I had to rebel And so I'm off in the sunset, searchin' for my place in the world With my guitar up on my hip, that's the story unfurled I found myself with a pocket full of money And a whole lot of respect, while the record vendors loved me I was head of rhythm and blues The women that fell to they feet, so many to choose But I manipulated power, as I lied to the masses Died with my money, gluttony was too attractive, reincarnated Another life had placed me as a black woman in a Chitlin' Circuit Seductive vocalist as the promoter hit the curatins My voice was angelic straight from heaven, the crowd sobbed A musical genius what the articles emphasized Had everything I wanted but I couldn't escape addiction Heroin needles had me in fetal position, restricted Turned on my family, I went wherever cameras be Cocaine, no private planes for my insanity Self-indulged, discipline never been my sentiments I needed drugs, to me, an 8-ball was like penicillin Fuck love, my happiness was in that brown sugar Sex and melodies gave me hope when nobody's lookin' My first assistant was a small-town scholar Never did a Quaalude 'til I got myself around her My daddy looked the other way, he saw sin in me I died with syringes pinched in me, reincarnated My present life is Kendrick Lamar A rapper looking at the lyrics to keep you in awe The only factor I respected was raising the bar My instincts sent material straight to the charts, huh My father kicked me out the house, I finally forgive him I'm old enough to understand the way I was livin' Ego and pride had me looking at him with resentment I close my eyes hoping that I don't come off contentious I'm yelling, "Father, did I finally get it right?" Everything I did was selfless I spoke freely, when the people needed me, I helped them I didn't gloat, even told 'em, "No, " when the vultures came Took control of my fleshly body when the money changed "Son you do well but your heart is closed I can tell residue that linger from your past creates itself" Father I'm not perfect I got urges, but I hold them down "But your pride has to die, " okay father show me how "Tell me every deed that you done and what you do it for" I kept one hundred institutions paid, "Okay, tell me more" I put one hundred hoods on one stage, "Okay, tell me more" I'm tryna push peace in LA, "But you love war" No, I don't, "Oh, yes, you do, " okay then tell me the truth "Every individual is only a version of you How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart?" I could tell You where I'm going, "I could tell you who you are" You fell out of heaven 'cause you was anxious Didn't like authority, only searched to be heinous Isaiah fourteen was the only thing that was prevalent My greatest music director was you It was colors, it was pinks, it was reds, it was blues It was harmony and motion I sent you down to earth 'cause you was broken Rehabilitation not psychosis But now we here now, centuries you manipulated man with music Embodied you as superstars to see how you moving You came a long way from garnishing evil-ish views And all I ever wanted from You was love and approval I learned a lot, no more putting these people in fear The more that word is diminished, the more it's not real The more light that I can capture, the more I can feel I'm using words for inspiration as an ideal "So can you promise that you won't take your gifts for granted?" I promise that I'll use my gifts to bring understanding "For every man, woman and child, how much can you vow?" I vow my life just to live one in harmony now "You crushed a lot of people keeping their thoughts in captivity" And I'm ashamed that I ever created that enemy "Then let's rejoice where we at" I rewrote the devil's story just to take our power back, 'carnated

I swore I never fall in love again when we were fully through and it hurt me ouu wish I hanged out with my friends at the time but they were to busy hanging out with you that's when my thoughts have consumed

I swore I never fall in love again when we were fully through and it hurt me ouu wish I hanged out with my friends at the time but they were to busy hanging out with you that's when my thoughts have consumed

3:04 “mmmmewemewemmemeeweew🤖🤖🤖”

🎶yeahhhhh I see you over there looking bitter like the snake...... that took a bite of something that he should have never ate, yo I'm feeling like I may perpetrate The Great escape, cuz I made it out the basement even though full of mistakes 🎶

[Chorus: Polo G & Offset] Pull up, jumpin' out the 63 (Skrrt) My car so foreign, valet park it, he like, "Tip, please" (Please) Carpets in the Cullinan for a bitch knees (Hey) My money up, she wanna love again, I'm like, "Bitch, please" (Please) My new Glock is like a drummer, it's gon' kick, squeeze (Brrt) Tryna go up every summer, catch like six B's (Hey) Uh, we could put shit under off a ten-speed (Brrt) Uh, I just pay my gunners out my rich G's (Woo) [Verse 1: Offset] I'm like, "Bitch, please" (Please) My wrist cost three (Three) Runnin' to the money with no sleep, exhausting (Go) Dropped a tear watching my brother in a coffin (Damn) Eliantte on my neck, you seen a dolphin (Water) Brother switched up 'bout that check, that nigga lost me (Switched) Bulletproof when I come through, so they don't off me (Hey) Dreamin' 'bout that check, I had to scheme to get that check (Scheme) You went big, I can't forget and I got demons in my chest (Demons) We got switches, burn his flesh (Brrt) I go Chrome Heart 'cause I'm blessed (Chrome) You ain't gang, then you a guest Entertainin' none of my ex (Hey) I got millions I invest Ain't no rats, we ain't infested We send shots and send a message (Brrt) Step on opps just like a pest (Step) Chorus: Polo G & Offset] Pull up, jumpin' out the 63 (Skrrt) My car so foreign, valet park it, he like, "Tip, please" (Hey) Carpets in the Cullinan for a bitch knees My money up, she wanna love again, I'm like, "Bitch, please" (Please) My new Glock is like a drummer, it's gon' kick, squeeze (Brrt) Tryna go up every summer, catch like six B's (B's) Uh, we could put shit under off a ten-speed (Hey) Uh, I just pay my gunners out my rich G's [Verse 2: Polo G] Tryna score a point, that's for the block where I was drafted Different nigga, they confirm they killed 'em, I was laughin' Head-splitter, Glock with switches spitter, they bought caskets My crib bigger, out the mud, I'm rich, I upped my fashion Huh, count cash, uh, new Celine Niggas fall off after hittin', that's a new disease My killers steppin', I can show you what my troopers mean We put attachments on our weapons just to shoot with ease Lil' foenem terrorize they block, they wanna see me dead I pray I see like fifty million 'fore I see the feds Long live the guys and fuck an opp, now all I see is red My shorty fiendin', he be hot, they only feed him meds, mmm [Chorus: Polo G & Offset] Pull up, jumpin' out the 63 (Skrrt) My car so foreign, valet park it, he like, "Tip, please" (Please) Carpets in the Cullinan for a bitch knees (Hey) My money up, she wanna love again, I'm like, "Bitch, please" (Please) My new Glock is like a drummer, it's gon' kick, squeeze (Brrt) Tryna go up every summer, catch like six B's (Hey) Uh, we could put shit under off a ten-speed (Brrt) Uh, I just pay my gunners out my rich G's

2:27 is the part I wanted to find the instrumental for, It’s so good.

1:49 wish I could here that smooth "Ah" more in that, anyways good instrumental audio split

everyone talking about Luigi's Mansion, this the theme of Luigi Mangione

Mad props

Way better without his annoying rap.

Dope! Tysm! You should also do an acapella for this too I should’ve mentioned it on the other post👌👌👌

Hey bro I was wondering if you could post the instrumental to Say That Then by Problem ft. Glasses Malone. That shit is banging and no one has it on yt atm🔥🔥🔥

This is Really good!🔥🔥🔥🔥

My own way of this hook is if it dont make sense it dont make truth

This is one of the HARDEST BEATS🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Artist:King Von,OMB Peezy Song:Get It Done Album:What It Means To Be King

Now let's get down to business, bitches 'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this Nigga that you know that's been down for years I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win 'Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set Tragniew Park you say huh Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin' So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm West side trees sprayin' all the fleas That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin' But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation And see if we can fix this little situation But would I fuck you up was what you wondered Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number But bitches like you don't grow You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe And callin' me skinny, youse a clown I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds Wack ass actor, movie script killer Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit You need to stay down you Compton clown And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo' So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon You need to quit bangin' under false pretense 'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the people, commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and This is dedicated to the see-P-T No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me I make it my business, to be that true forever And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-you-I-K With no see still you can't be me Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the people, commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo' But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe Then you can tell me just how it taste But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck 'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check And when you left my presence, you left expedient You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch Tell me why you act so scary Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name E-I-H-T, now should I continue Yeah you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you Remember that time you was rollin' on the West side And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous You was in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass 'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

Yo anybody noticed the horse in the beat

LYRICS: (Fck all y'all) Goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michel'le? Lookin' like straight Bozos I saw it comin' that's why I went solo And kept on stompin' When y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton Livin' with the whites, one big house And not another nigga in site I started off with too much cargo Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough White man just rulin' The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'? Y'all niggas just phony I put that on my mama and my dead homies Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin' Ay yo Dre, stick to producin' Callin' me Arnold, but you been-a-dick Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick You got jealous when I got my own company But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me Tryna sound like Amerikkka's Most You could yell all day but you don't come close 'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T 'Cause you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy With no Vaseline The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? You're gettin' fucked real quick And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit Tried to tell you a year ago But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it 'Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls 'Cause I heard you like givin' up the drawers Gang-banged by your manager, fella Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller Givin' up the dollar bills Now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels So don't believe what Ren say 'Cause he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte But I got a whip for ya Toby Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me It's a case of divide-and-conquer 'Cause you let a Jew break up my crew House nigga gotta run and hide Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside So don't front, MC Ren, 'cause I remember when you drove a be B210 Broke as a mothafuckin' joke Let you on the scene to back up the First Team It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart And they rippin' your asshole apart By takin' your green, oh yeah The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline I never have dinner with the President I never have dinner with the President I never have dinner with the President And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant Now I think you a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys You little maggot, Eazy-E turned faggot With your manager, fella Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella But if they were smart as me Eazy-E would be hangin' from a tree With no Vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on 'Til that Jheri curl is gone On a permanent vacation, off the massa plantation Heard you both got the same bank account Dumb nigga, what you thinkin' 'bout? Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple 'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew With a white Jew tellin' you what to do Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs With a midget who's a punk too Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline

🏆 when I say FOR YEARS I mean Since This Song Dropped.! This Is By Far The Cleanest. 💯💯Gratitude!

Polo G - Survival Of The Fittest (feat. Future) [Acapella]

Polo G - Only Gang (feat. 42 Dugg) [Acapella]

Polo G - Detox [Acapella]

Polo G - Same Me (feat. Fridayy) [Instrumental]

Polo G - Only Gang (feat. 42 Dugg) [Instrumental]

Polo G - Thorns [Acapella]

Polo G - Father's Day [Acapella]

Polo G - No Recurits (feat. G Herbo) [Instrumental]

Polo G - Bad Kids (feat. GloRilla) [Acapella]