Way too many years inside my hometown, trapped i gotta make it out I'll do it on my own now, ima take the dangerous route Cap thatthey want smoke now, they know that i would take em out, Basically a show down between a jail cell major pounds Ill walk out this ghost town, nobody is changing nowt Askin why i smoke loud, it keeps me from fading out Amount of times i lost a friend on money like its 80 pound But i dont value that cus i got love inside my achin heart
I could quit rap today and never make it But I’m a pain kid I got to much heart to leave em waiting Make it rain on my lap count cash for all them times I was patient Alzee always running up a statement When they rap uno it’s fixed uno it’s cap Lil bro ain’t ever bussing shells out of a strap Snakes all around I ain’t ashamed to adapt Cali “Zzz got me sleeping Way I break a pack wouldda thought I was dealing And am Numb to the love alzee got no feelings Late night roll a smoke and connect to my demons Guess the evils are scheming They always leave at the end Fuck fake love Bro i could never pretend Loyal to myself got my heart on the mend In the jungle could never see a snake as a freind I got the rules and I’m starting to bend em All these tracks that I made like writing a letter and never sending Not even started So only god knows where I make it at the ending Deep down I know they’ll be resenting
Yo click clack boom cus I can burry the Skeng there's no love up on these roads an I ain't 1 to pretend il get u fried like bacon and eggs I leave u waiting for death I got my homies on the wing am there just waiting to flex 💪 I got bros doing 30s no sweat uno there blessed 🙌 get cheifed no recipe the youngers on block push Hella trees
Nobody cared when I was scared and I was broke, Little baby on his back he gotta hope, A little later when the paper get to bro, He ain’t make it equate to save a soul,
lil bro ain’t ever bussing shells out his strap Figure out where I’m at That can never happened I’ll send them right back Got me lighting up a zoot Thinking shall I buy a strap
Oh hAn Fade Me out Time I expired Still they want Me in A modern Life Bring another rapper in So it was At the finish Line But nor Fit finish All the MeatY pies OhAn So that means Many fishes In the sea Checking my Fax and bOw Arrow Wont still shoot Unless his in the music sceen Festival Of yam Dont Think Abigt it Because my hands are muddy At home town Two minutes They go bloody
I came off eating off a paper plate me you and you aint the same borther Dont bother coming to my home town Its a place wjere get robbed for a bag of sniff Nothing new same shit agin In my home town Place so dirty Like nitty scratching for a bag is so silly
Landsie is me hometown, maar niet waar ik thuis voel.. het gevoel wanneer ik buit sloeg.. dat jeis niet evenaren ik moet even richting zuid toe.. even naar me paps, hij gaf de naam Sal.. maar ik moet paper maken.. Dus we strooien, met die brieven in lucht.. En ja.. ik blijf verdienen, want ze zien, me liever blut.. en ja.. ze noemt ze liefje, maar ik neem de liefde liever voor lief. want er is niemand naaste je als je diep zit in de put.. Me jongen is op schetsen, doet me denken van gogh, Toch weet die ook hij Ellie.. Als die freestyle.. is Het kunst.. Het gaat erom wat je doet, Niet om wat je kunt… T verhaal, heeft 2 kanten.. bekeek, maar 1 kant van ze munt.. maar nu zie ik alles.. er is niemand die t lukt ze hopen… dat ik val.. ik gun ieder ze geluk.. zij die hebben liever dat ze zien dat het mislukt. jaloezie.. dat is ziekte.., stroomt door veins, net als drugs, Me jongen is op F.. zit niet in de F side, Ik ben wel jaximan.. ik heb cp op me muts…. Jij die doet te druk. Ze zetten GP(s) op je Truck. Ik blijf draaien.. net DJ in de club. voel me net als frenna, in de sieben, met de plug.. In amsterdam.. met patsergedrag.. ik had al rijk moeten zijn. maar er niemand die gund. want zij zijn jealous op life… Love is fake. we komen uit de mud..
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Quality.
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Way too many years inside my hometown, trapped i gotta make it out
I'll do it on my own now, ima take the dangerous route
Cap thatthey want smoke now, they know that i would take em out,
Basically a show down between a jail cell major pounds
Ill walk out this ghost town, nobody is changing nowt
Askin why i smoke loud, it keeps me from fading out
Amount of times i lost a friend on money like its 80 pound
But i dont value that cus i got love inside my achin heart
I could quit rap today and never make it
But I’m a pain kid I got to much heart to leave em waiting
Make it rain on my lap count cash for all them times I was patient
Alzee always running up a statement
When they rap uno it’s fixed uno it’s cap
Lil bro ain’t ever bussing shells out of a strap
Snakes all around I ain’t ashamed to adapt
Cali “Zzz got me sleeping
Way I break a pack wouldda thought I was dealing
And am
Numb to the love alzee got no feelings
Late night roll a smoke and connect to my demons
Guess the evils are scheming
They always leave at the end
Fuck fake love
Bro i could never pretend
Loyal to myself got my heart on the mend
In the jungle could never see a snake as a freind
I got the rules and I’m starting to bend em
All these tracks that I made like writing a letter and never sending
Not even started
So only god knows where I make it at the ending
Deep down I know they’ll be resenting
Thats fucking cold as fuck my don
Yo click clack boom cus I can burry the Skeng there's no love up on these roads an I ain't 1 to pretend il get u fried like bacon and eggs I leave u waiting for death
I got my homies on the wing am there just waiting to flex 💪
I got bros doing 30s no sweat uno there blessed 🙌 get cheifed no recipe the youngers on block push Hella trees
I'm repenting got me venting
Sick of all this life I invest in
Leave a man dropped no leg splint
Burning
Love this beat , is it cool to use this for a tune ?
@@obadiah13tv88 for soundcloud yea and for the rest a license needs to be purchased
Alzee ain’t go no feelings
Numb to the love
Like I be sleeping with demons
Dayum Noel made this?
Nobody cared when I was scared and I was broke,
Little baby on his back he gotta hope,
A little later when the paper get to bro,
He ain’t make it equate to save a soul,
KEY BRO?
lil bro ain’t ever bussing shells out his strap
Figure out where I’m at
That can never happened I’ll send them right back
Got me lighting up a zoot
Thinking shall I buy a strap
Oh
hAn
Fade
Me out
Time
I expired
Still they want
Me in
A modern
Life
Bring another rapper in
So it was
At the finish
Line
But nor
Fit finish
All the MeatY pies
OhAn
So that means
Many fishes
In the sea
Checking my Fax and bOw
Arrow
Wont still shoot
Unless his in the music sceen
Festival
Of yam
Dont
Think
Abigt it
Because my hands are muddy
At home town
Two minutes
They go bloody
I came off eating off a paper plate me you and you aint the same borther
Dont bother coming to my home town
Its a place wjere get robbed for a bag of sniff
Nothing new same shit agin
In my home town
Place so dirty
Like nitty scratching for a bag is so silly
Landsie is me hometown, maar niet waar ik thuis voel..
het gevoel wanneer ik buit sloeg..
dat jeis niet evenaren
ik moet even richting zuid toe..
even naar me paps,
hij gaf de naam Sal.. maar ik moet paper maken..
Dus we strooien, met die brieven in lucht..
En ja.. ik blijf verdienen, want ze zien, me liever blut..
en ja.. ze noemt ze liefje, maar ik neem de liefde liever voor lief. want er is niemand naaste je als je diep zit in de put..
Me jongen is op schetsen, doet me denken van gogh, Toch weet die ook hij Ellie.. Als die freestyle.. is Het kunst..
Het gaat erom wat je doet, Niet om wat je kunt…
T verhaal, heeft 2 kanten.. bekeek, maar 1 kant van ze
munt..
maar nu zie ik alles.. er is niemand die t lukt
ze hopen… dat ik val.. ik gun ieder ze geluk..
zij die hebben liever dat ze zien dat het mislukt.
jaloezie.. dat is ziekte.., stroomt door veins, net als drugs,
Me jongen is op F.. zit niet in de F side, Ik ben wel jaximan.. ik heb cp op me muts….
Jij die doet te druk. Ze zetten GP(s) op je Truck.
Ik blijf draaien.. net DJ in de club.
voel me net als frenna, in de sieben, met de plug..
In amsterdam.. met patsergedrag.. ik had al rijk moeten zijn. maar er niemand die gund.
want zij zijn jealous op life… Love is fake. we komen uit de mud..