Відео

The whole second half sounds like something from an ominous scene in a game or a movie..

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Ok cool so they saying I can’t graduate But last time I checked god had the last say and when it’s all said n done imma eat the plate Guess the devil laughing now Cause it seems like I can’t escape They be saying standing on business Well I’m standing on faith

The song is not the same after the audio

It has that "Rocky" feel

The intro is the best ❤

I use to pray for times like this to rhyme like this / So I had to , ride on sticks and choke on dikks / In a matter of time I spent , with suspect gents / In the back of the , Diddy wagon cuffs locked on wrist / I seen my dreams unfold , nightmares come true / It was time to marry Diddy I said yeah I do / If you want it you gotta take it up the butt no lube / Sniffing on Diddy's balls got me saying Atch uuu /

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Ain't this what they've been waitin' for? You ready? Uh, uh I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do." If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without a album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga, I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no All I know is murder, when it come to me I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin' I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?" If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone Woo

I had that this missed the repeated 7 drops in the beginning of the beat release

Yin and Yang, light and shadow

It's so beautiful i love it

I thank allah for the blessings that he gave man Still make dua and the devil can’t persuade man All them years behind bars you can’t replace fam

It’s so inspiring. Proud to be from there and can’t wait to return home

you ready? 🔊

Se non guardo avanti sarei solo un sognatore Sto motore va a rimpianti negli impianti il mio dolore Tu cosa credevi che non l avessi mai provato Che sia la tua esclusiva solo perché ho un po tirato Solo perché le ho pagate e sembra sia sbagliato Non vedi dalle frasi anche io son tutto tagliato Chi non hai dimenticato dimmi quanto l hai odiata So cos hai pensato sta storia é una cazzata Quando ti ho conosciuta pensai la vita é cambiata E poi non é cambiato nulla l autostima calata Pensavo cazzo finalmente una botta di culo Finalmente per qualcuno non saro un fantasma scuro E sto qualcuno ha un bel culo un bel viso Sta cosa che eri te ma dimmi perche lo decisa Quanto odio le bugie che mi diceva imma Non potro piu amar nessuna baceró solo la birra Il mio personaggio regge bene ai colpi La gente si illude che siamo persone forti Che facciamo e basta i torti come colpi Come se nelle direzioni non ci fossero gli opposti Tiro coca nel rancore dei lampioni Sangue crolla dalle strade spremo lamponi Tu non mi puoi salvare l odio dei campioni Il mio stato contro tutti ora pago le sanzioni Non darmi il collo che stasera ho sete Io sono il male e so che voi lo intuite Disegno con le penne con gli spray no matite Ho il naso con le righe come una tigre Finalmente l ho finita di metterti in mezzo Mi dai dipendenza non sei donna ma un pezzo Con mio fratello questo piatto lo spezzo Brillando nella notte io un diamante grezzo Non ho molti amici peró c ho molte storie San tutti la vita che faccio in mezzo a troie Ti porto in hotel vai col portiere di notte Alle Marche che strilli auguri al tipo la morte 250 per l uscita che ha detto sta malata Eu jur ca te omor sper nu ta vez in alta data Ho rancore verso il modo in cui mi parli Mi vorresti molto da morto sul corpo coi tagli Brucio come bruciano questi piccoli tagli Per stare ad annoiarci non siamo tagliati Le dieci di mattina in after aspettiam curve Il sogno proibito di tutte queste turfe Il mio white lines ti distrugge urge Che parlavi di gene in quelle storie con ugne Sti rapper fan cagare il loro nome lil prugne Mentre la scopo piena di metadone e subtex

Ain't this what they've been waitin' for? You ready? Uh, uh I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do." If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without a album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga, I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no All I know is murder, when it come to me I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin' I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?" If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone Woo

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do." If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without a album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga, I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no All I know is murder, when it come to me I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin' I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?" If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone Woo

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - ItsMrPureWill - Dreams & Nightmares - Robert Rihmeek Williams Meek Mill [Produced By Anthony Tucker The Beat Bully] [Year: 2012] [Album: Dreams & Nightmares]

Am I allowed to legally use this?

yes this the song for the starting lineup of the Golden State Warriors

It looks like someone is standing in his watch

LYRICS You ready? Uh, uh I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do." If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without a album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga, I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no All I know is murder, when it come to me I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin' I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?" If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone Woo

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Dici che sei nel cerchio ma noi siamo il triangolo Bevo finché posso ma tanto poi non svalvolo Appizza questo marlboro sennò dopo mi incavolo Se piego le gambe è solo perché farò il salto bro Sti scemi non li ho mai capiti Mi Parlano del blocco piangono nei camerini Io ti rubo i vestiti Li levo alla tua bitches Col cazzo che mi aggredisci soffio via siete spariti Ora sono in cima perché fra ho mangiato terra Te ora sei sul fondo e ti mangi questa merda Rime bazooka se le sente frate si spaventa Sto bruciando la benza ma non sono fra in riserva La fotto lenta mentre lui lo rimando in cameretta Ti tagli con la lametta Perché è quello che ti spetta Fanculo alla tua festa A nessuno do retta Caldo come il fuoco fresco come tè alla pesca Passa la gazzella via come a guardia e ladri Te e la tua gang di merda Biancaneve ei sette nani Siete in 104 perché siete Handicappati Mi trovi rotto in giro che mi fotto la tua mami Mi trovi in giro tardi Sempre con gli stessi visi Mica quei falliti dei tuoi 4 finti amici Che ti dicono bro subito dopo ti inculo Ora tolgo la sicura te stai pronto al rinculo Desert eagle carica sotto al cuscino Lei è un dessert è carica si leva il vestito Faccio fuck a uno sbirro E a chi mi ha tradito Non mi fai pena chico Penso che hai fallito Penso che lei mi scoccia Dice che non ascolta 5g da 5 al g ma non parlo di torta Ora mi sa che tocca Romperti la capoccia Quindi a sto pezzo frate gli do una svolta Quando passi di qua, frate Fammi un fischio che scendo Che dentro casa c'ho hoes che mi dicono sei un fregno Gli dico fottiti ora quindi frate va via di là Che ha visto seimila spatole squiddi al krasty krab Questa hit è classic shit Te forte sopra il pc Il giorno che vedi pistole è perché hai fatto qualche click Collana che pesa kili scopo mentre fa bling bling Dalle Popo sempre in alto solo per chi mi vuole rip Rip un cazzo fra Altro che la tua trap Il giorno mi batti scende dio e mi fa bussa Non hai capito molto Fammi un polirisucchio Prendo g a basso costo Te me lo prendi tutto Ora mi prendo tutto che lo voglio davvero Frecciarossa in bocca ma non parlo del treno Te sembri sei scemo Hai faccia da ingenuo Ma quale fumo vero terriccio cento cento

The First Half of the Beat is so Beautiful

Dici che sei nel cerchio ma noi siamo il triangolo Bevo finché posso ma tanto poi non svalvolo Appizza questo marlboro sennò dopo mi incavolo Se piego le gambe è solo perché farò il salto bro Sti scemi non li ho mai capiti Mi Parlano del blocco piangono nei camerini Io ti rubo i vestiti Li levo alla tua bitches Col cazzo che mi aggredisci soffio via siete spariti Ora sono in cima perché fra ho mangiato terra Te ora sei sul fondo e ti mangi questa merda Rime bazooka se le sente frate si spaventa Sto bruciando la benza ma non sono fra in riserva La fotto lenta mentre lui lo rimando in cameretta Ti tagli con la lametta Perché è quello che ti spetta Fanculo alla tua festa A nessuno do retta Caldo come il fuoco fresco come tè alla pesca Passa la gazzella via come a guardia e ladri Te e la tua gang di merda Biancaneve ei sette nani Siete in 104 perché siete Handicappati Mi trovi rotto in giro che mi fotto la tua mami Mi trovi in giro tardi Sempre con gli stessi visi Mica quei falliti dei tuoi 4 finti amici Che ti dicono bro subito dopo ti inculo Ora tolgo la sicura te stai pronto al rinculo Desert eagle carica sotto al cuscino Lei è un dessert è carica si leva il vestito Faccio fuck a uno sbirro E a chi mi ha tradito Non mi fai pena chico Penso che hai fallito Penso che lei mi scoccia Dice che non ascolta 5g da 5 al g ma non parlo di torta Ora mi sa che tocca Romperti la capoccia Quindi a sto pezzo frate gli do una svolta Quando passi di qua, frate Fammi un fischio che scendo Che dentro casa c'ho hoes che mi dicono sei un fregno Gli dico fottiti ora quindi frate va via di là Che ha visto seimila spatole squiddi al krasty krab Questa hit è classic shit Te forte sopra il pc Il giorno che vedi pistole è perché hai fatto qualche click Collana che pesa kili scopo mentre fa bling bling Dalle Popo sempre in alto solo per chi mi vuole rip Rip un cazzo fra Altro che la tua trap Il giorno mi batti scende dio e mi fa bussa Non hai capito molto Fammi un polirisucchio Prendo g a basso costo Te me lo prendi tutto Ora bro mi prendo tutto perché è quello che voglio davvero Non ti fotto bro ti distruggo senza rotaie però sono un treno Te al massimo sei scemo Con quella faccia da ingenuo Ma quale fumo vero Fumi terriccio cento cento

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You know what time it is . Unfortunately I don't. Cause I neva do . You sipping purple potion Vision distorted off the the purple view I'm switching

The First Half of this Beat is so Beautiful

Sueños que tengo desde que me despierto por seguir & cumplir no me quiero ir sin dejar un testamento mi pequeño leon seguirá detrás de los recuerdos fotos pensamientos que dañan momentos pero seguiremos ganando yo no confío en mi sombra si creen que por reírme con ustedes eso los hace amigos de hacen desde el nacimiento & no eh visto a alguno los años pasan & seguiremos ganango ahora es mi tiempo que me siente en el trono

T.I would of been on fire ok Second half of the beat

swear i’m too hot and i’m out here flaming on em but i’m also so cold my snowflakes out here flaking on em

they don’t fight me why would i be debating for em? always happy for my people can’t see myself hating on em

i wanted to think you was real man i swear that i was praying on it, rap game should be a dirty table the way i’m spraying on it, act like they got you, it’s been favors promised and i’m still waiting on it

i wanted to think you was real man i swear that i was praying on it, rap game should be a dirty table the way i’m spraying on it, act like they got you, it’s been favors promised and i’m still waiting on it

The Super Bowl Champion, Philadelphia Eagles.

I used to pray for meals like this To eat like this so I had to… Fry my eggs and drink my grits…

When it rains it pours so this brainstorm Gon be deadly my pen is my sword, My ego my shield it says my emotions aint real, These niggaz aint real, Im watching my back, These niggaz they kill, They saying im crazy Few screws loose im grabbing a drill Im hiding my pills Fuck her then I send her home she clicking her heels, Im copping a feel, Im cocking it back, They copy ya boy grab banana clips im watching it peel, Ya feel me.. Im really HIM, Carry .22’s like a rover in some rims It take out fat niggaz, i call it lil kim.. Spit fire flow water mastering all elements, Notebook and pen is when i face sentences, No Im not from the trenches I aint kick down no hinges but I’ll back up what I talk, Im Slurring off ciroc, Weed stuffed in my socks, My actions imma dread, Like my life some locks, Im harder than the knocks, Haters on my coc ju heard.. You’ll like a scarecrow when I send the birds, Feel like a chef the way i cook and serve, Get the crack out the pot every crook and curve, Im On your bltch arm like a fucking Birkin purse.. Yall broke I take yall as some jokes I roll the dice collect 200 like im passing go, Yall know im tha motherfucking truth Drop the roof on these chicken headed hoes in my coupe, Getting so much bread I chuck it to the goose, Im flyer than the geese, Get more cheeks than some fucking court side seats, If I hear yall rap one more time im drinking the bleach

Ain't this what they've been waitin' for? You ready? Uh, uh I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do." If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without a album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga, I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no All I know is murder, when it come to me I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin' I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?" If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone

I started playing this right as Kyle Schwarber came up in the 6th inning of Game 6 of the World Series. He homered next

I remember nights i had to pedal miles to get to Steve I can’t count the times I had to sell a dime to get some cream

Can I use this

Young tone the beat bully, who is jahlil beats lil brother made this

Dropped outa college Lost my money and lost my job An Time is tickin I’m still waistin time And actin like my life is timeless Stop the slackin yeah I promise I’ll take action and I’ll stop it I’ll get back in to the college And at work do my assignment Make these plans and then I act like I forgot it Got pushed back because of nonsence Devil laughs I’m broken down an I’m just lackin All around an On this path There’s no way out it Feels like itle be forever Always promise I’ll get better But I’m reality I’ll never I Gave up on my endevers Fallen way to much to measure Just calm down man it gets better Came along way from me hittin blunts And yes I know it’s gettin rough But now I’m sick of givin up See you can fall a thousand times You only have to get up once When you do Then you’ll realise it So just stick to your assignment Need to open up your eyelids If you don’t start right now Then by tomorrow you’ll be silent Thought you fixed the problem But you know that deep inside its That you need to change your mindset And that’s by havin your mind set Devils gonna try it Do not let him get inside it

e chi si strenua veramente in mondo che conta poco conti se sei importante ricco o sei improntato al gioco io scrivo complicato perchè mi han capito poco nella vita e prendo questi versi solo come sfogo fanculo alle tue ricchezze fanculo a tutte le groupie non parlo mai ma quando parlo cazzo state muti mi hanno sempre considerato piccolo a ragione ma non sanno che quelli più piccoli so i più cazzuti e non li fermi con un divieto od un imposizione e quello che sto per dirvi che vi serva da lezione i giovani sono il futuro di questa nazione e se continuate a ignorarli aspettate una ribellione siamo gli angeli e i diavoli e siam pronti a far festa abbiamo solo aspettato un occasione come questa

sai quante volte te lo detto che forse ci credevo anch’io ad un mondo perfetto che forse non sentivo piu mio sto mondo e adesso vorrei prenderti per mano e insieme perderci nell’estro perderci nel buio pesto con colori ed emozioni che ci esplodono nel petto e non si vedono al di fuori correre e volare non senza complicazioni che gli errori sono il fondamento delle innovazioni quando mi guardi negli occhi penso di avere un futuro ti sento respirare accanto anche se non ti vedo sai troppe le volte in cui il cielo era solo scuro ed io ti giuro ti ho cercato ma come farebbe un cieco si a tentoni passi falsi cadute e salti nel buio e mi son fatto così male che ti ho odiato e non ti nego che se domani passa la falce e il vestito scuro chiederei di rimandare un po di tempo il mio congedo nel momento in cui ti chiederó di non guardarmi indietro che è stato tutto tempo perso ed ho sbagliato impiego quando ritorneró a farmi mangiare io dal mondo ma dimenticando che si salva chi lotta all estremo

I love this man, It makes me feel like I can get out of the Storm with this.