Calling cheats thief's the way they wanna pick pockets Keep my mouth shut and let my actions do the talkin They want autographs everywhere that I'm walking Because they see the potential in every stu that I walk in Me and my boys mobbin and I'm writing some lyrics Thinking about my fans and I can't wait for them to hear this My music brings revival to all these empty spirits They see I'm doing good so now they wanna mirror it But you can't copy the authentic I'm a writer it's genetic TIPCI be the rapper who really is independent From heaven I descended to show real rap blessed Writing in the lab I Got my own style invented Rappin in the basement and I'm not ashamed it Brought me to a new level time to ascertain it Can't wait for the day to tell my momma I made it And the family curses I was strong enough to break it I simply got a passion for rockin these speakers In my rhymes I drop more knowledge than these teachers And I ain't gotta get famous off a feature Do it my own way building up God's believers Write time after time, verse after verse So glad music took me away from the family curse Achieving goals and dreams of killin concerts everything endured prepared me for the worst So I gotta be grateful, and remain very faithful And not allow hateful people to be fatal Gotta learn from the past even though it's painful Gotta use my talent momma told me to never be wasteful I dissect every beat then I listen and repeat Came up as a young poet from the street Carry heat cuz my resting place won't be concrete From bums to elite I know they wanna see my defeat But it won't happen, steady stackin from the rappin Several interactions made me ready for the action Going down this road and I'm not losing traction Won't freeze when it happens gonna be killed in action TIPCI gonna explore and gain new awards Feelin like I'm moving towards newer doors Once I can afford to perform I'll be doing tours Take all the light and I'm coming for yours Before I'm in a ward 5150 they tryna come get me They ask who the illest then you better say TIPCI When I'm gone I just hope that they will all miss me And buzz me when I'm here cuz when I'm gone I'm busy Edit: This song is "Vision" by TIPCI 5150!!! If you like the lyrics it I would really appreciate it if you checked it out on SoundCloud and TH-cam! God bless! Thank you!
Thru these up and down slopes just hoping that I can score gold Plotting on a portion a bullets rippin your torso Spent up all my morsels just tryna fill up where my soul go Up this fucking slope and I’ll flatline if I plateau
Hey bro, how are you? I'm sending you this email because I'm interested in buying one of your beats, I want to know if it's available! greetings from Chile
Wack memories up inside my brain I'm tryna change my lane, But it's hard when u ain't got shit on yo mind except fo her face I hate this mfkn place, God awful taste Up in these people That change, Call me Edgar Allen Poe My head full o' pain Standing on the ledge n wishin it would jus end I ain't tryna slip I'm tryna think in the rain, I jus want another chance what happened to friends Fo a second had me thinkin you'd leave me blessed Cept' that shit ain't happen now its hard to accept Got me feelin blue I wish that I passed the test Thought that me n' you together woulda been best Workin all my problems out I'm needing mo reps Whyd you hop up in my life fo only a sec The way you left it, a mess, It's hard to numb all the stress, That I feel up in my mind I wanna put it to rest don't know how to put it to rest, without jus Killin myself Some homies told me I should stop the drugs they Killin my health Cept I can't stand the bein sober its a livin hell Ask me how I been, know i aint been feelin well I think I need some help, Cus she been on my mind N she ain't helping shit Except my fkn urge to die Tryna find some peace inside my state of mind She is who I need to be my ride or die Remember fantasizin bout her all the time Cause i thought that she was tryna show me signs Turns out I was wrong it's hard to let it slide Thought that rose was symbolism coming from the inside Shit it coulda been but who can tell me if I been right I been thinkin bout it almost every fkn night I was only tryna share my fkn piece o pie Wanna piece o pie jus know you only get a slice Ima plumber wit the way I got the pipe Told these hoes don't need em I jus needa wife N I'm tired of these bitches filled with spite If it Ain't you I don't want em in my ride I can't help but think about ya lovely eyes Thought that you would be the one up at my side I ain't trippin I'm jus tryna live my life N I'm wishin you would jus gimme a try
Masochistic narcissists The hearts the target hard to hit You got my mind by the time you offered to spark up with; Me, cuz you see, all my Acquaintances be; So high they can’t seem to stop by From time to time to see me
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This a hot sauce on eggs for breakfast type beat right here
Cook that shit up🤷♂️
dope asf
vibes are immaculate bro, good stuff
Thanks bro🫡
jolly chilled beat
Thanks broski
@@ProdWhit no problem broski doski
subbed for the sample on intro. classic vid classic beat. well done ✊🏽
Thankyou broski 💜
Calling cheats thief's the way they wanna pick pockets
Keep my mouth shut and let my actions do the talkin
They want autographs everywhere that I'm walking
Because they see the potential in every stu that I walk in
Me and my boys mobbin and I'm writing some lyrics
Thinking about my fans and I can't wait for them to hear this
My music brings revival to all these empty spirits
They see I'm doing good so now they wanna mirror it
But you can't copy the authentic I'm a writer it's genetic
TIPCI be the rapper who really is independent
From heaven I descended to show real rap blessed
Writing in the lab I Got my own style invented
Rappin in the basement and I'm not ashamed it
Brought me to a new level time to ascertain it
Can't wait for the day to tell my momma I made it
And the family curses I was strong enough to break it
I simply got a passion for rockin these speakers
In my rhymes I drop more knowledge than these teachers
And I ain't gotta get famous off a feature
Do it my own way building up God's believers
Write time after time, verse after verse
So glad music took me away from the family curse
Achieving goals and dreams of killin concerts
everything endured prepared me for the worst
So I gotta be grateful, and remain very faithful
And not allow hateful people to be fatal
Gotta learn from the past even though it's painful
Gotta use my talent momma told me to never be wasteful
I dissect every beat then I listen and repeat
Came up as a young poet from the street
Carry heat cuz my resting place won't be concrete
From bums to elite I know they wanna see my defeat
But it won't happen, steady stackin from the rappin
Several interactions made me ready for the action
Going down this road and I'm not losing traction
Won't freeze when it happens gonna be killed in action
TIPCI gonna explore and gain new awards
Feelin like I'm moving towards newer doors
Once I can afford to perform I'll be doing tours
Take all the light and I'm coming for yours
Before I'm in a ward
5150 they tryna come get me
They ask who the illest then you better say TIPCI
When I'm gone I just hope that they will all miss me
And buzz me when I'm here cuz when I'm gone I'm busy
Edit:
This song is "Vision" by TIPCI 5150!!!
If you like the lyrics it I would really appreciate it if you checked it out on SoundCloud and TH-cam! God bless! Thank you!
Thru these up and down slopes just hoping that I can score gold
Plotting on a portion a bullets rippin your torso
Spent up all my morsels just tryna fill up where my soul go
Up this fucking slope and I’ll flatline if I plateau
Nice intro
Thanks broski
🔥🔥🔥
💜💜💜
Hey bro, how are you? I'm sending you this email because I'm interested in buying one of your beats, I want to know if it's available! greetings from Chile
Wack memories up inside my brain
I'm tryna change my lane,
But it's hard when u ain't got shit on yo mind except fo her face
I hate this mfkn place,
God awful taste
Up in these people
That change,
Call me Edgar Allen Poe
My head full o' pain
Standing on the ledge n wishin it would jus end
I ain't tryna slip I'm tryna think in the rain,
I jus want another chance what happened to friends
Fo a second had me thinkin you'd leave me blessed
Cept' that shit ain't happen now its hard to accept
Got me feelin blue I wish that I passed the test
Thought that me n' you together woulda been best
Workin all my problems out I'm needing mo reps
Whyd you hop up in my life fo only a sec
The way you left it, a mess,
It's hard to numb all the stress,
That I feel up in my mind I wanna put it to rest
don't know how to put it to rest, without jus Killin myself
Some homies told me I should stop the drugs they Killin my health
Cept I can't stand the bein sober its a livin hell
Ask me how I been, know i aint been feelin well
I think I need some help,
Cus she been on my mind
N she ain't helping shit
Except my fkn urge to die
Tryna find some peace inside my state of mind
She is who I need to be my ride or die
Remember fantasizin bout her all the time
Cause i thought that she was tryna show me signs
Turns out I was wrong it's hard to let it slide
Thought that rose was symbolism coming from the inside
Shit it coulda been but who can tell me if I been right
I been thinkin bout it almost every fkn night
I was only tryna share my fkn piece o pie
Wanna piece o pie jus know you only get a slice
Ima plumber wit the way I got the pipe
Told these hoes don't need em I jus needa wife
N I'm tired of these bitches filled with spite
If it Ain't you I don't want em in my ride
I can't help but think about ya lovely eyes
Thought that you would be the one up at my side
I ain't trippin I'm jus tryna live my life
N I'm wishin you would jus gimme a try
what's your SoundCloud G
Masochistic narcissists
The hearts the target hard to hit
You got my mind by the time you offered to spark up with;
Me, cuz you see, all my
Acquaintances be;
So high they can’t seem to stop by
From time to time to see me
Bpm?
Its 79
Tempo bro?
79?