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It's all bout timin', I'm clutch on the clock wit it/keep on climbin' straight to the top wit/I kick it/double up like I missed it/in my Nikes I did it, you didn't
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Uh, uh, ay My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Dot on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 They know I'ma do ya Aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler Shoota with a shoota AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn Give up that cheese, give that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth Until I kick down they door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout I put that on my son that I'ma take it there 'Cause where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin' fair My lil' homie died and I ain't drop a tear I just roll a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo I look a nigga in his face like, "Who you talkin' to?" I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain Digital dash I be switching lanes I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Got y’all with the lyrics
C’est l'retour du chasseur d’ombre, faites sonner les cloches Un crochet, du sang tu craches, c’est trash donc faites rentrer les gosses Tu voudrais fréquenter les boss, assieds-toi, tu vas rien faire Trop d'paradoxes, quand j’pète les plombs, j’invite une tasse à boire un verre J'vais pas t'mentir, j'vais ralentir et t’expliquer en deux temps Qu’à l'extérieur comme à domicile, mon équipe te rentre dedans Avec celles qui sont contre moi, je pourrais refaire mes 32 dents J’ai gagné des guerres mais j’ai dû perdre des frères entre-temps Pousse-toi, ça d'vient violent, pas là pour jouer du violon O.U. double Z au volant, à bord du hollandais volant Prêt à tout faire pour l’oseille, j’pète la vitre et je m’échappe Et si les murs ont des oreilles, dehors, les trottoirs ont des chattes Au quartier, j'dois voler l’hélico', faire la monnaie illico Presto mais si ça floppe, ce soir, j’dors au comico L’amour nous rend heureux mais évidemment, il s’achète Il est pas tombé amoureux, il est juste tombé dans sa schneck FNK trop limpide, trop rapide, khey, c’est chaud, ça kicke Frère, c’est chaud, ça pique, graille la concurrence comme des chocapics Défoncé dans l'club, à mes soucis, je n'pense pas État d’esprit gangsta, j’kiffe le son mais j’danse pas Je n’ai pas de cœur, pas de peur, j'me balade dans la jungle L’argent n’a pas d’odeur, c’est pour ça qu’ils sont pas là quand ça shlingue J’peux pas parler pour le moment, j'vis un moment assez délicat Mais t'inquiète pas mon gars, j’te rappellerais plus tard si t’es Lyca Attends, j’ai un double appel Quand j'vois les sirènes, j'mets les voiles pour pas qu'la juge double ma peine Couplet violent comme la foudre, négro, j’en ai rien à foutre À ceux qui voudraient que j’me vautre, j’lève mon rre-ve à la vôtre On vient des coins sombres, là où pour manger, tu dois quer-bra Là où mec du onze t’ouvre la boîte crânienne avec une clé d'bras Shit, tombe en chute à cause du shit Tu t'prends un choc, te tapes une chatte chez toi, ensuite tu cogites Fuck that shit, négro mes parrains sont magiques
Verse 1: Ask why do I try, the light in my eye will never dim, the only place from down is high, lost some stacks when the market crashed, shit, must be heaven sent, but round here is do or die, apartment rent, one meal per day that’s every reason to cry, shit, my tears is dry, there’s a war in the streets, blood soaked into the concrete, momma said who dropped the punch, when it rains it pours, I bob and weave, my demons drain me like a sponge, we all just tryna eat, but some of us is starving and they knocked out our teeth, try to bleach us but you gotta put me 6 feet deep, now look, this bitch keep blowin mines She a creep, you gon find your diamonds in the end just feel the heat, in my hood just mind your business heart your finances, keep to yourself or they send demons like Charles Manson, the innocent gon cry while the devil keep on dancing, then one of them don’t bitch no more, and his momma in a mansion, you heard, get off yo ass and stop crying, the world don’t give a fuck and never will just keep on trying, u give up then u a dead man walking. Stop tryna fit in like u parallel parking, switch gears and care for yours let the work do the talking. U want success Start running fuck walking.
Mn doel met rap is niet om bekend te worden. Maar ga je pushen kan je vanzelf bekender worden. Je wilt doorbreken met bekende woorden Je doet er alles aan om erkend te woorden Het kan zo zijn dat je voor iemand anders moet plaatsmaken. Aap niet na , ga alleen jezelf namaken Ga voor je doel laat je geen bullshit aanpraten Wanneer je hun scot gaan ze automatisxh raar praten Onderhoud je gezin, want je wilt niet op se straat slapen Jij meet met verschillende maatstaven. Maar moet ik rappen over rappers die niet rappen kunnen Boz3 ogen overal maar je fam die je succes wel gunnen
Here’s my freestyle:This the hood ain’t no tournament. Dead victims wearing bullets like ornaments. My niggas never leave the house without they guns and pistols. Cross us and we’ll make it ring out like a whistle. Gotta be tactical and on alert. Shootin and fryin opps put ‘em in the dirt. Gang wars nigga and we bout it. Guns sparking and toastin we wilin. Don’t get caught in this gang life. Bullet hits one of y’all bystanders now that’s strife. You don’t want the smoke and the fire. Bullet hits you in ya spine and makes you retire.
How r u not signed to a mayor label yet everything u make is fire oh my gawdo as an artist u my favo producer nothing u made i could diskike its like u know what am into 🙈
Music Goin to Chi or Atlanta My Girl Wet Like Atlantis Came Up From the Struggle No Advantage Too Many Wounds Didn’t even Have a Bandage Like Isis I’m a Bandit Imagined Being Abandoned And Left Too Damaged Popped 2 Cets If I Don’t Strive to Change I Wouldn’t Make Sense(Cents) Too Tense In this Motherfucker I Grew Up Not Knowing How To Be a Father So Now If I Have a Son Ima Show Em Love And Also To My Daughter You Don’t Want No Involvement Break You Down Like You In Solvent More Problems to this shit Can’t Even Solve It Biggest Solution Is to Get a Revolver Robb Somebody our of His Cheese Calling Him Culver’s Suffered With PTSD And Anxiety Thinking to myself How they really do me like that Where In High School No One Supported Me Kinda Wish My Mom Got a Plan B or Just Straight Up Aborted Me Rappers Fake Like Forgery Ain’t Nothing Holding Me Yea I Know 10 Days Ain’t Even Bad But For 9 No one bailed me out It was Sad But Now I’m Really Glad Cause I could Survive It Death to my Rivals Who Praying On the Idols If i Could Bitch I’d Change the Dial Maximum Volume Practicing How to Be Better In This Shit. Even tho i’m 22 I’m Still Worth A Dub Bitch. We Go To War i’m Danny Greene Take Many Chances On My Life Family Crest Irish Green That’s what id like to call Luck So When you hear my music on the subs just know i do it for the suburbs or the Slums Best Blessing In Life Was Having Trouble than it was Gone
sento tradito anche dagli amici che mi stanno vicino Non mi chiedono più di fare un giro Tutta cambia tutto è cambiato Si fa sempre più grande la lista degli amici che ho lasciato Ti ritrovi da solo in un attimo La mia vita è cambiata il mio umore è cambiato si sente dal mio battito Da quando sono nato non ho mai incontrato un amico fedele, io che loyalty ce l ho tatuato sulla pelle Sono tutti conoscenti, nom ci sarà nessuno al tuo fianco per sempre Apparte mia madre gli devo tutto e devo farla stare bene dopo tutte ste lacrime versate, compragli una casa ed una borsa versace Nella mia vita non ho mai tradito sono sempre stato tradito io Quindi se vedi che non ti parlo o non ti stringo la mano è perché non mi fido Lo vedo subito se qualcuno vuole incularmi oppure starmi vicino Purtroppo però non è mai successa la seconda me ne sono sempre accorto per primo. Un amicizia che finisce con un litigio Non lo è mai stata tu non sei mai stato mio amico. Se fossi religioso probabilmente non mi fiderei manco dio Sta vita é una merda e la morte penso ne sia il continuo Sono il bilico dentro ho mille problemi anche se mi vedi in giro col sorriso Accendo un altra canna così da scordare i problemi, Pero poi subito dopo penso anche a quelli di ieri Pensa sono stato tradito anche da delle persone a cui ho pagato dei debiti Poi mi dici perché non riesco più a trattenere i nervi.
Nummer 3, echte life, geen cartoon RS3, je weet niet wat we met die car doen Ik blijf kalm maar je weet niet wat ik kan doen Verander niet voor kut, L7a tabon Schaam je diep want je haat die gaat veels te diep Geen beat maar ben op papier net veel boeken Zoeken geld, veel, dus ik blijf veel zoeken Speel geen held sb3h, hierzo iedereen voor zich Ik heb pijn, ik kan je uitleggen en veel dingen M’n leven niet de jouwe, geen verveel dingen Overseas, speel andere compa Ben met een kompas, spauw is de kompa Jong drerrie, losse schoten op je boulevard Je bent op zijn shit, RTL, boulevard Je wil haten mattie, doe het maar Bulletproof voor die commentaar Mentaal sterker dan je fuckin’ tank Om me heen, ah mattie iedereen die fucking rent (Yeah) Net een Kangoeroe, ik maak grote stappen Fuck een kanker hoer, ah mattie nee ik koop geen tassen Ik koop tassen en kleren, mattie zonder te passen Voor mezelf, op mezelf, heb het geregeld hé Je gaat buitenland, maar bent niet eens geregeld hé Kogels net een fucking storm, ik laat het regenen Je praat shit, je kan niets voor me betekenen Pressie mathafacker net als Guardiola Zakenmannen, mattie net Mino Raiola Ik kan lachen als ik parra ben Ik heb woede maar ik hou me in Het is eten of gegeten worden En hij gaat (?), mattie we moet volle borden Ik kom op Drill, Trap, Hip-Hop of die House Jongens zijn op cash dus ze loeren op je house Ik doe meer m'n best, anders je kan faya gaan Fuck rascisten, ja ik ben Marokkaan Ik moet slimmer zijn maar ben agressief Liever afstand van me want je wil geen sb3h zien Welloe kehba praat te veel maar ze komen niet Ik heb fans, Cassablanca tot aan Krommenie Ga me niet testen, ik ben die domme niet Rook die bommen weed Mensen rappen maar ze flowen niet Snelle waggie, snelle leven, snel denken Veel matties, weinig die zijn echt met me Veel takkies maar eigenlijk niks zeggen Vraag aan Yassine, alles in de fik zetten Dikke billen op m’n fackin’ pik zetten Veel verrekijkers, mattie zie ze opletten Niemand gaat voor me doen, ik moet rechtzetten Chill met echte gekken Money, motherfucker, echt stacken Speel geen held sb3h, hierzo iedereen voor zich Niemand gaat voor me doen, ik moet rechtzetten Chill met echte gekken Money, motherfucker, echt stacken Je wil haten mattie, doe het maar Bulletproof voor die commentaar
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Dot on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 They know I'ma do ya Aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler Shoota with a shoota AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn Give up that cheese, give that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth Until I kick down they door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout I put that on my son that I'ma take it there 'Cause where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin' fair My lil' homie died and I ain't drop a tear I just roll a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo I look a nigga in his face like, "Who you talkin' to?" I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain Digital dash I be switching lanes I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
You dont understand Im apart of a different mold Vision 20/20, my wrist so froze You ignored the wave until i started Stole your main one, im the main one In the same city since day 1 Alotta fuckin heat, too many lames um Comin at me with your squad, incinerate them..flow so fire burn your whole nation.
Mi cabeza puesta en dinero si lo hago es por mi No me hables de problemas i dont give a shit Estaba fumando un plajo abajo y yo lo vi Y deberia de darme pena pero esta en the list
Si entramos no es por la terraza I just pop the lock tú deberías darte prisa you dont check the clock El viejo anda con su 12 that la hard ass fuck Par de 38 aquí no hay gloock Que te cres tu de los enemies Pa yo saber si sómo amigo o sómo enemys Im never lacking lacking mataron a kenedy Estoy buscando dinero y aprendiendo de tu bene si I dont wana hennesy Cuidado con tu peli si
Tratar de ganguear pero no pueden con la gangashit Eso se va a dar la vuelta voy a hacer que yo quiera Me voy a buscar un cheque pa marisco una parcela
Y yo sólo pienso en dinero por esoe no me ves Que yo ya E perdido el tiempo y yo no vuelvo otra vez Escuchando la money and vibes nada se va a torcer Yo me pregunto para que? yo ya no pienso en porques
J'suis parano j'fais le tour de ma ville Ne t'informe meme pas sur mon profile Tout ce quon a fait va te choquer Dans une ocean de peine g noyé Je marche seul dans ma tete c le zbeul Trop mont porter movai oeuil J'ai fait le bien le mal Ils ont retenu que mes tord Tu parle pas affaire ca tignore Trop dfrerot sont devenu d traitre Jen ai tirer beaucoup trop de trait Dans nos coin tu peux disparaitre Sans jamais reaparaitre Depuis le debut ya trop dprogres Tellement on les masacré 2 semaine apr ils ont voulu etre pote C'est triste cmn ca changer lepoque On ta chopper tu crois c lhazar Pas le meme terrain keden hazar On arrive tu resen la pression Que la famille sur snap 0 mention On avance 0 dans les poche Passe ici kca tamoche Coeur en pierre parole en lair parle trop tu mange le parterre Trop de cou dcrasse ca devient bizzar Tu reve de nous dans t pire cauchemar Regarde sombre plus rien a perdre Commence et cava jamais cèdre Une vrai equipe a3rbi renoix On est vnu prendre la tete du roi Cest nous on fait la loi J'commence a avoir les cerne a baba Le coeur a mama La tete sur les epaules j'calcule pa l fete Pas du genre a jouer a la roulette J'ai pas grand chose que jposede Pas grand chose a donner Pas grand a chose a revandiquer Mais on garde la tete haute Comme mon pere me le disait La ou ya de la vie ya de l'espoire Il a raison jms jle contredirai Plus aucun sentiment La joie revient lentement Le seul but c den vivre Dans la rue le seul but c de survivre Sans devoir mentir Le but c pouvoir sy repentir Mes deux mains se retrouvent de nouveau 1 samedi soir A decouper d'la se3lha en mfixan dans lmirroir
Mi vedevi che ero in change, new page Avresti aspettato il suicidio come curt cobain Mischino di flow privo il mio distintivo come fossi primo sul micro no rapper da circo non ci firmo su un verbale non è un tempo participio hai visto parti in giro dopo il primo massacro omicidio Non metto punti e virgole voglio due sgrille non punti su di me come fai a divertire Faccio flash fotocamera sono Ciro una chiavica tu chi ti chiavi fra aggiungi un posto in macchina in faccia come un uppercat capita ossessivo compulsivo faccio rap da algebra
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Uh, uh, ay My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Dot on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 They know I'ma do ya Aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler Shoota with a shoota AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn Give up that cheese, give that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth Until I kick down they door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout I put that on my son that I'ma take it there 'Cause where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin' fair My lil' homie died and I ain't drop a tear I just roll a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo I look a nigga in his face like, "Who you talkin' to?" I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain Digital dash I be switching lanes I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Uh, uh, ay My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Dot on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 They know I'ma do ya Aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler Shoota with a shoota AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn Give up that cheese, give that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth Until I kick down they door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout I put that on my son that I'ma take it there 'Cause where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin' fair My lil' homie died and I ain't drop a tear I just roll a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo I look a nigga in his face like, "Who you talkin' to?" I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain Digital dash I be switching lanes I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
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It's one of the best beats that I've ever heard. R.I.P. Papa Smoke Oh Guap
Pope Smoke
Papa smoke oh guap*
I 100% agree
@@halobeatz01 pope lmao gay ass
1000% agree
my ptsd starting to kick in so I gotta get high 🕊
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
Nigga, but that don’t mean that I don’t love my hoes 💫
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell😈
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
RIP POP SMOKE 💨
Pop Smoke - PTSD
fuck no, Future - Never Gon Lose
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@@dxllasavewrld6403 you tweakin
@@dxllasavewrld6403 what???
@@dxllasavewrld6403 that's hard 🥶🔥
There's something about this instrumental, it's powerful af
One of the best beat I’ve ever heard 🔥🔥
You guys produced this?! I didn't think I could love you more! One of the 1st Pop Smoke beats I heard before his passing.
The hi hat does it for me ...Absolute fire
you mean high hat?
Hi hat yall HI HAT
@@thee3ngma no hi hat is what it’s called, trust me i’m a producer i kno
One of the cleanest drill beats ever made
A big upcoming rapper named “ Pop Smoke “ made a song to your beat go check it out. It’s called PTSD - by Pop Smoke
Dat aged crazy rip pop
@@boomer1327 literally
crazyyyyy
I cried by reading this comment... R.I.P. Pop Smoke🔥❤️
check it out y'all, he made it ❤️
If you got ptsd you can really feel this beat
This beat goes harddddd
Bro you know a uk artist called slim used this in his fire in the booth . It’s currently on 900k views 💯💯💯💯
Who cares pop smoke used it
@@Purpkuh n what bigman
Who made orignial, like the violins and the piano?
A sample somewhere for sure
It's all bout timin', I'm clutch on the clock wit it/keep on climbin' straight to the top wit/I kick it/double up like I missed it/in my Nikes I did it, you didn't
2x)Caught me in the chreey benz 150
(Im ride out like whooooah!! Im riding out like whoooah!!
Ok reele..ok that's kinda nice right there.
I love this beat man ❤ chills 🙏🏾
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Uh, uh, ay
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I'ma do ya
Aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler
Shoota with a shoota
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home
It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down they door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout
I put that on my son that I'ma take it there
'Cause where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin' fair
My lil' homie died and I ain't drop a tear
I just roll a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo
I look a nigga in his face like, "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain
Digital dash I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Got y’all with the lyrics
Does anyone know any beats that similar to this ?
LONG LIVE POP SMOKE 💫💨
You got the trackout to this??
THEY KNOW WE BEND BLOCCS BABY WELCOME TO THE PARTY! AYE CIP THAT NICCA W💫💫
Dope beat! 🛸
Keep grinding ;)
Serious heat son🔥🔥
This is awesome bro!
Brooklyn We In Here Ayee
Soon in maybach family😉
Love your beats man
C’est l'retour du chasseur d’ombre, faites sonner les cloches
Un crochet, du sang tu craches, c’est trash donc faites rentrer les gosses
Tu voudrais fréquenter les boss, assieds-toi, tu vas rien faire
Trop d'paradoxes, quand j’pète les plombs, j’invite une tasse à boire un verre
J'vais pas t'mentir, j'vais ralentir et t’expliquer en deux temps
Qu’à l'extérieur comme à domicile, mon équipe te rentre dedans
Avec celles qui sont contre moi, je pourrais refaire mes 32 dents
J’ai gagné des guerres mais j’ai dû perdre des frères entre-temps
Pousse-toi, ça d'vient violent, pas là pour jouer du violon
O.U. double Z au volant, à bord du hollandais volant
Prêt à tout faire pour l’oseille, j’pète la vitre et je m’échappe
Et si les murs ont des oreilles, dehors, les trottoirs ont des chattes
Au quartier, j'dois voler l’hélico', faire la monnaie illico
Presto mais si ça floppe, ce soir, j’dors au comico
L’amour nous rend heureux mais évidemment, il s’achète
Il est pas tombé amoureux, il est juste tombé dans sa schneck
FNK trop limpide, trop rapide, khey, c’est chaud, ça kicke
Frère, c’est chaud, ça pique, graille la concurrence comme des chocapics
Défoncé dans l'club, à mes soucis, je n'pense pas
État d’esprit gangsta, j’kiffe le son mais j’danse pas
Je n’ai pas de cœur, pas de peur, j'me balade dans la jungle
L’argent n’a pas d’odeur, c’est pour ça qu’ils sont pas là quand ça shlingue
J’peux pas parler pour le moment, j'vis un moment assez délicat
Mais t'inquiète pas mon gars, j’te rappellerais plus tard si t’es Lyca
Attends, j’ai un double appel
Quand j'vois les sirènes, j'mets les voiles pour pas qu'la juge double ma peine
Couplet violent comme la foudre, négro, j’en ai rien à foutre
À ceux qui voudraient que j’me vautre, j’lève mon rre-ve à la vôtre
On vient des coins sombres, là où pour manger, tu dois quer-bra
Là où mec du onze t’ouvre la boîte crânienne avec une clé d'bras
Shit, tombe en chute à cause du shit
Tu t'prends un choc, te tapes une chatte chez toi, ensuite tu cogites
Fuck that shit, négro mes parrains sont magiques
Respect frenetik
Vous êtes des roi les frères pour avoir des refs comme ça
Absolute banger 🤙🏻🔥
LEGENDA R.I.P. POP SMOKE
Fly high young goat 🐐 💫.
Verse 1:
Ask why do I try,
the light in my eye will never dim,
the only place from down is high,
lost some stacks when the market crashed,
shit,
must be heaven sent,
but round here is do or die,
apartment rent,
one meal per day that’s every reason to cry,
shit,
my tears is dry,
there’s a war in the streets,
blood soaked into the concrete,
momma said who dropped the punch, when it rains it pours,
I bob and weave,
my demons drain me like a sponge,
we all just tryna eat,
but some of us is starving and they knocked out our teeth,
try to bleach us but you gotta put me 6 feet deep,
now look,
this bitch keep blowin mines She a creep,
you gon find your diamonds in the end just feel the heat,
in my hood just mind your business heart your finances,
keep to yourself or they send demons like Charles Manson,
the innocent gon cry while the devil keep on dancing,
then one of them don’t bitch no more,
and his momma in a mansion,
you heard, get off yo ass and stop crying, the world don’t give a fuck and never will just keep on trying,
u give up then u a dead man walking.
Stop tryna fit in like u parallel parking, switch gears and care for yours let the work do the talking.
U want success Start running fuck walking.
Bars
Shout Outz 2 Pop Smoke Sum Legends Will Never Die 😊
So smooth and so hard
is this sampled or u made it using vst?
i hesrd they used preset from arturia analog
lab "Dream Strings"
@@ervobeats Giant-Xenos Cosmos at 4:07 ;)
Sry but this Beat ist NEXT LVL
✨thanks for this brody ✨
Everything😲
quick question, where do you get those 808s from, shits fire asf
Love this 🔥🔥
sample????????
This is nice
God Damn! 🔥
R.I.P Pop Smoke
Wassup dawg im tryna cop this beat asap sent you an offer let me know what chu think
I wrote to this beat how do I buy it
Mr Flag too late now
🔥🔥fast
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
why isnt this mixed as well as the song version?
They got it mixed by their own engineers after recording
Cool
Reupload the “ Meek Mill type be my story “ 🔥🖤 I slidd
Hold up… how tf im just finding out that these guys sospecialBeats produced this beat smh RIP pop smoke 🤦🏾♂️
Mn doel met rap is niet om bekend te worden.
Maar ga je pushen kan je vanzelf bekender worden.
Je wilt doorbreken met bekende woorden
Je doet er alles aan om erkend te woorden
Het kan zo zijn dat je voor iemand anders moet plaatsmaken.
Aap niet na , ga alleen jezelf namaken
Ga voor je doel laat je geen bullshit aanpraten
Wanneer je hun scot gaan ze automatisxh raar praten
Onderhoud je gezin, want je wilt niet op se straat slapen
Jij meet met verschillende maatstaven.
Maar moet ik rappen over rappers die niet rappen kunnen
Boz3 ogen overal maar je fam die je succes wel gunnen
Morro Chino strijder
This that lava!!!
What's that yell 0:15 0:20 0:25 0:30
I got this in a kit
its sampled from another song i forgot
@@ervobeats lets pretend were numb - xxxtentacion
Free for non profit?
🔥🔥🔥
1:55
2:57
Here’s my freestyle:This the hood ain’t no tournament.
Dead victims wearing bullets like ornaments.
My niggas never leave the house without they guns and pistols.
Cross us and we’ll make it ring out like a whistle.
Gotta be tactical and on alert.
Shootin and fryin opps put ‘em in the dirt.
Gang wars nigga and we bout it.
Guns sparking and toastin we wilin.
Don’t get caught in this gang life.
Bullet hits one of y’all bystanders now that’s strife.
You don’t want the smoke and the fire.
Bullet hits you in ya spine and makes you retire.
Beating 🌪🌪🔥🔥
How r u not signed to a mayor label yet everything u make is fire oh my gawdo as an artist u my favo producer nothing u made i could diskike its like u know what am into 🙈
rip pop smoke reast in peace champion
Music Goin to Chi or Atlanta My Girl Wet Like Atlantis Came Up From the Struggle No Advantage Too Many Wounds Didn’t even Have a Bandage Like Isis I’m a Bandit Imagined Being Abandoned And Left Too Damaged Popped 2 Cets If I Don’t Strive to Change I Wouldn’t Make Sense(Cents) Too Tense In this Motherfucker I Grew Up Not Knowing How To Be a Father So Now If I Have a Son Ima Show Em Love And Also To My Daughter You Don’t Want No Involvement Break You Down Like You In Solvent More Problems to this shit Can’t Even Solve It Biggest Solution Is to Get a Revolver Robb Somebody our of His Cheese Calling Him Culver’s Suffered With PTSD And Anxiety Thinking to myself How they really do me like that Where In High School No One Supported Me Kinda Wish My Mom Got a Plan B or Just Straight Up Aborted Me Rappers Fake Like Forgery Ain’t Nothing Holding Me Yea I Know 10 Days Ain’t Even Bad But For 9 No one bailed me out It was Sad But Now I’m Really Glad Cause I could Survive It Death to my Rivals Who Praying On the Idols If i Could Bitch I’d Change the Dial Maximum Volume Practicing How to Be Better In This Shit. Even tho i’m 22 I’m Still Worth A Dub Bitch. We Go To War i’m Danny Greene Take Many Chances On My Life Family Crest Irish Green That’s what id like to call Luck So When you hear my music on the subs just know i do it for the suburbs or the Slums Best Blessing In Life Was Having Trouble than it was Gone
Fire bro
Yeah I got the heat ... ×4
Get the fuck away me
Please dont fuck with me
Ya dont even know
Please dont hate on me
Is Meek mill your favorite rapper?
sento tradito anche dagli amici che mi stanno vicino
Non mi chiedono più di fare un giro
Tutta cambia tutto è cambiato
Si fa sempre più grande la lista degli amici che ho lasciato
Ti ritrovi da solo in un attimo
La mia vita è cambiata il mio umore è cambiato si sente dal mio battito
Da quando sono nato non ho mai incontrato un amico fedele, io che loyalty ce l ho tatuato sulla pelle
Sono tutti conoscenti, nom ci sarà nessuno al tuo fianco per sempre
Apparte mia madre gli devo tutto e devo farla stare bene dopo tutte ste lacrime versate, compragli una casa ed una borsa versace
Nella mia vita non ho mai tradito sono sempre stato tradito io
Quindi se vedi che non ti parlo o non ti stringo la mano è perché non mi fido
Lo vedo subito se qualcuno vuole incularmi oppure starmi vicino
Purtroppo però non è mai successa la seconda me ne sono sempre accorto per primo.
Un amicizia che finisce con un litigio
Non lo è mai stata tu non sei mai stato mio amico.
Se fossi religioso probabilmente non mi fiderei manco dio
Sta vita é una merda e la morte penso ne sia il continuo
Sono il bilico dentro ho mille problemi anche se mi vedi in giro col sorriso
Accendo un altra canna così da scordare i problemi,
Pero poi subito dopo penso anche a quelli di ieri
Pensa sono stato tradito anche da delle persone a cui ho pagato dei debiti
Poi mi dici perché non riesco più a trattenere i nervi.
Nummer 3, echte life, geen cartoon
RS3, je weet niet wat we met die car doen
Ik blijf kalm maar je weet niet wat ik kan doen
Verander niet voor kut, L7a tabon
Schaam je diep want je haat die gaat veels te diep
Geen beat maar ben op papier net veel boeken
Zoeken geld, veel, dus ik blijf veel zoeken
Speel geen held sb3h, hierzo iedereen voor zich
Ik heb pijn, ik kan je uitleggen en veel dingen
M’n leven niet de jouwe, geen verveel dingen
Overseas, speel andere compa
Ben met een kompas, spauw is de kompa
Jong drerrie, losse schoten op je boulevard
Je bent op zijn shit, RTL, boulevard
Je wil haten mattie, doe het maar
Bulletproof voor die commentaar
Mentaal sterker dan je fuckin’ tank
Om me heen, ah mattie iedereen die fucking rent (Yeah)
Net een Kangoeroe, ik maak grote stappen
Fuck een kanker hoer, ah mattie nee ik koop geen tassen
Ik koop tassen en kleren, mattie zonder te passen
Voor mezelf, op mezelf, heb het geregeld hé
Je gaat buitenland, maar bent niet eens geregeld hé
Kogels net een fucking storm, ik laat het regenen
Je praat shit, je kan niets voor me betekenen
Pressie mathafacker net als Guardiola
Zakenmannen, mattie net Mino Raiola
Ik kan lachen als ik parra ben
Ik heb woede maar ik hou me in
Het is eten of gegeten worden
En hij gaat (?), mattie we moet volle borden
Ik kom op Drill, Trap, Hip-Hop of die House
Jongens zijn op cash dus ze loeren op je house
Ik doe meer m'n best, anders je kan faya gaan
Fuck rascisten, ja ik ben Marokkaan
Ik moet slimmer zijn maar ben agressief
Liever afstand van me want je wil geen sb3h zien
Welloe kehba praat te veel maar ze komen niet
Ik heb fans, Cassablanca tot aan Krommenie
Ga me niet testen, ik ben die domme niet
Rook die bommen weed
Mensen rappen maar ze flowen niet
Snelle waggie, snelle leven, snel denken
Veel matties, weinig die zijn echt met me
Veel takkies maar eigenlijk niks zeggen
Vraag aan Yassine, alles in de fik zetten
Dikke billen op m’n fackin’ pik zetten
Veel verrekijkers, mattie zie ze opletten
Niemand gaat voor me doen, ik moet rechtzetten
Chill met echte gekken
Money, motherfucker, echt stacken
Speel geen held sb3h, hierzo iedereen voor zich
Niemand gaat voor me doen, ik moet rechtzetten
Chill met echte gekken
Money, motherfucker, echt stacken
Je wil haten mattie, doe het maar
Bulletproof voor die commentaar
ja pierdole panowie duma w chujjjj bardziej przejebanego bitu rodacy nie zrobili
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I'ma do ya
Aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler
Shoota with a shoota
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home
It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down they door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout
I put that on my son that I'ma take it there
'Cause where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin' fair
My lil' homie died and I ain't drop a tear
I just roll a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo
I look a nigga in his face like, "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain
Digital dash I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
You dont understand
Im apart of a different mold
Vision 20/20, my wrist so froze
You ignored the wave until i started
Stole your main one, im the main one
In the same city since day 1
Alotta fuckin heat, too many lames um
Comin at me with your squad, incinerate them..flow so fire burn your whole nation.
Mi cabeza puesta en dinero si lo hago es por mi
No me hables de problemas i dont give a shit
Estaba fumando un plajo abajo y yo lo vi
Y deberia de darme pena pero esta en the list
Si entramos no es por la terraza
I just pop the lock
tú deberías darte prisa you dont check the clock
El viejo anda con su 12 that la hard ass fuck
Par de 38 aquí no hay gloock
Que te cres tu de los enemies
Pa yo saber si sómo amigo o sómo enemys
Im never lacking lacking mataron a kenedy
Estoy buscando dinero y aprendiendo de tu bene si
I dont wana hennesy
Cuidado con tu peli si
Tratar de ganguear pero no pueden con la gangashit
Eso se va a dar la vuelta voy a hacer que yo quiera
Me voy a buscar un cheque pa marisco una parcela
Y yo sólo pienso en dinero por esoe no me ves
Que yo ya E perdido el tiempo y yo no vuelvo otra vez
Escuchando la money and vibes nada se va a torcer
Yo me pregunto para que? yo ya no pienso en porques
J'suis parano j'fais le tour de ma ville
Ne t'informe meme pas sur mon profile
Tout ce quon a fait va te choquer
Dans une ocean de peine g noyé
Je marche seul dans ma tete c le zbeul
Trop mont porter movai oeuil
J'ai fait le bien le mal
Ils ont retenu que mes tord
Tu parle pas affaire ca tignore
Trop dfrerot sont devenu d traitre
Jen ai tirer beaucoup trop de trait
Dans nos coin tu peux disparaitre
Sans jamais reaparaitre
Depuis le debut ya trop dprogres
Tellement on les masacré
2 semaine apr ils ont voulu etre pote
C'est triste cmn ca changer lepoque
On ta chopper tu crois c lhazar
Pas le meme terrain keden hazar
On arrive tu resen la pression
Que la famille sur snap 0 mention
On avance 0 dans les poche
Passe ici kca tamoche
Coeur en pierre parole en lair parle trop tu mange le parterre
Trop de cou dcrasse ca devient bizzar
Tu reve de nous dans t pire cauchemar
Regarde sombre plus rien a perdre
Commence et cava jamais cèdre
Une vrai equipe a3rbi renoix
On est vnu prendre la tete du roi
Cest nous on fait la loi
J'commence a avoir les cerne a baba
Le coeur a mama
La tete sur les epaules j'calcule pa l fete
Pas du genre a jouer a la roulette
J'ai pas grand chose que jposede
Pas grand chose a donner
Pas grand a chose a revandiquer
Mais on garde la tete haute
Comme mon pere me le disait
La ou ya de la vie ya de l'espoire
Il a raison jms jle contredirai
Plus aucun sentiment
La joie revient lentement
Le seul but c den vivre
Dans la rue le seul but c de survivre
Sans devoir mentir
Le but c pouvoir sy repentir
Mes deux mains se retrouvent de nouveau
1 samedi soir
A decouper d'la se3lha en mfixan dans lmirroir
Rip
Ise una cancion con esto
Who came from Scru
Mi vedevi che ero in change, new page
Avresti aspettato il suicidio come curt cobain
Mischino di flow privo il mio distintivo come fossi primo sul micro no rapper da circo non ci firmo su un verbale non è un tempo participio hai visto parti in giro dopo il primo massacro omicidio
Non metto punti e virgole voglio due sgrille non punti su di me come fai a divertire
Faccio flash fotocamera sono Ciro una chiavica tu chi ti chiavi fra aggiungi un posto in macchina in faccia come un uppercat capita ossessivo compulsivo faccio rap da algebra
Moraš biti mnogo brži ako misliš s nama. VAN MORAŠ BITI UPUĆEN SVE ZNAM prva nije uspela ide druga broj one.
💯💯💯
🔥🔥🔥🔥
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Uh, uh, ay
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I'ma do ya
Aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler
Shoota with a shoota
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home
It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down they door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout
I put that on my son that I'ma take it there
'Cause where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin' fair
My lil' homie died and I ain't drop a tear
I just roll a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo
I look a nigga in his face like, "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain
Digital dash I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Uh, uh, ay
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I'ma do ya
Aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler
Shoota with a shoota
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home
It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down they door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout
I put that on my son that I'ma take it there
'Cause where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin' fair
My lil' homie died and I ain't drop a tear
I just roll a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo
I look a nigga in his face like, "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain
Digital dash I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party