Expression of the sweetest joy The smile on your little boy Give him all tonka trucks Then give like all zero of fucks Confidentially I disagree throw my towel in to the street and given up on you and me and all this hope we can't conceive
Andrew Baxter I've been stressed for two days tryna find a new way to come up with this cheddar till my moma get a new place I just ty my shoe lace avoiding straps on theses wastes acting like I'm new but really just want some dam praise,really struggle these days facing blunts like new stages I'm just making new pages. Honestly wish I was a scholar know I really miss my papa really need a fucking dollar college ain't a option dam I really miss my options tired of hearing pistols popping heard this beat and got the writing now all I hear is people crying now I'm seeing people dying told god I'm really trying.
yo lookin at the night sky feeling like im always high friends turned fake and im dying really slow inside. im kind of lost in my own head focused on the curvy road ahead. Anxiety got me slow down 2 bars put the phone down. fuck i should be home now 2 more bowls wouldnt hurt now. confused about my brother hatin on my mother we used to be so close now it seem like foreva. I had 1 friend lost him to another brotha dont fuckin no one else to loyal for this fella.
Wish I could refine all the things in my mind make it simple like a dribble to the throw line, I'd really rather spend time seeing what's In your mind counting moments Like the treasures found on shore lines, wonder if I waste mine really shouldn't wast time now I gotta go so fool wit u soon tho.
I go crazy for that gold plate, Brush'em clean, Im Colgate, Try to get those fat stacks, Eating but got no cake Bothered by those known fakes Portrayal for slow jakes The highway to hell, See them speeding down With no breaks I should've known that either way I'll never make a cold K, So I heat'em up, for the H I will hold K Skip a letter, no J Whoops, I mean no way, So I skip ahead, Fast forward, but the soul, same Midnight in Georgia, Gotta ticket for that soul train, Thinking for myself, Other rappers ain't got no brain, I know the grammar's off But I'm hitting like your ol dame You go buy a drink then I'm hitting on your ol dame I'd gash for the cash, They'll dash, shout out ol dame, You're still the man, without you They're all no names, I'm playing with this now, Game over, you got no change Can't respawn, either way my homie, We on
i done flipped the pack like twice today. feel i threw my life away. backstabing is a bitch so i grew up and threw the knife away. higher than a kite today. noodles in the microwave . juicy fruit im chewin my anxiety is high today. now i switch the ryhtem and word to make me stand out. dont even feel comfortable in my damn house. ive been lookin at this light for a hour man turn this lamp out.
ice tea on my T-shirt mic check then i rehearse sleepless nights on Simeon Im hoping for a feature bye bye Ms.Alston hope i dont get lost and find myself in a coffin gas got me fucking coughing back to back im flossin little nigga bossin 909 we balling.. yea
I've been witnessing, bigger things blooming from the ghettos Watching shorties in stiletto's; roses turning into petals I won't follow into black holes, I can only try to hold you back though But I'm tryna blossom, with these stacks, grow Something to be proud of, Something for my momma and my daughter And her momma, maybe save a couple commas So you know I can relate when, you hear it all the time "It takes patience" but feel like all you've ever been was waiting I bet she feel like that, She kept on calling, said I'd call right back And now I'm falling, and she all like "Zach Oh how you've fallen" And I'm all like wack I lost my soul, watching my friends smoke crack Trying to save em, show em the flowers smell amazing And all roses aren't stuffed in glass But fuck it though, I feel comfortable at last, alone No home to go, I lost that with you and my mind, I smoke hoping to find a light in scope
I rhyme sublime and cope, with my flaws Couldn’t wash it out with soap, the sauce The hope lost like your voice, need a lozenge for growth And move steady on a definite course Of course though, who am I to say this I’ve been straying off of paths like my battles with the cadence It’s a battle to be great and, i accept challenges My fate is to balance this Weight like I’m atlases Child I’ve been wild since My first run ins with violence I cry in the silence
I go run up on ah feature hit til the beat hurts wonder if they count every sugar in sweet verse if they on a feature, chicken heads and leechers sounding like a TV show,
Lovin's what I give' And I'm lovin' just to live, Ill spit and roll a spliff, Crowd around like that 70s show shit. Finna go far with this talent that i possess, Skills deal the real and make you feel all that has been suppressed. The rhymes in my mind keep me up at night, And when I fall asleep I dream of ripping the mic. Suspenful with a pencil, Potential be exponential, Fist will fuck up your dentals, And these rhymes be my credentials. Fuck you up then cut you up, Then bag you up and drag you up, To the fucking place where you disappear eaten up by scavengas. I'm outties sir
You real for this, almost thought I'd have to make it myself
is it strange that I do like the song but the instrumental just make me feel some sort of chill and just enjoy listening to it?
That dog bark is 🔥🔥🔥
great job man you should do chance the rapper chain smoker cause i cant find one
TRIGGA HAPPY I'll try
this is love
Expression of the sweetest joy
The smile on your little boy
Give him all tonka trucks
Then give like all zero of fucks
Confidentially I disagree
throw my towel in to the street
and given up on you and me
and all this hope we can't conceive
Andrew Baxter I've been stressed for two days tryna find a new way to come up with this cheddar till my moma get a new place I just ty my shoe lace avoiding straps on theses wastes acting like I'm new but really just want some dam praise,really struggle these days facing blunts like new stages I'm just making new pages. Honestly wish I was a scholar know I really miss my papa really need a fucking dollar college ain't a option dam I really miss my options tired of hearing pistols popping heard this beat and got the writing now all I hear is people crying now I'm seeing people dying told god I'm really trying.
I'm a spiritual lyrical individual
Visionaries NF aye for half of that was dope af man
Yung Krust lmao I was high thx tho
Andrew Baxter damn homie
yo lookin at the night sky feeling like im always high
friends turned fake and im dying really slow inside. im kind of lost in my own head focused on the curvy road ahead. Anxiety got me slow down 2 bars put the phone down. fuck i should be home now 2 more bowls wouldnt hurt now. confused about my brother hatin on my mother we used to be so close now it seem like foreva. I had 1 friend lost him to another brotha dont fuckin no one else to loyal for this fella.
thanks dude!
Eyyy so clean
dibs ima start a rap challenge with this tba
can u do alex wiley- vibration I can't find that instrumental anywhere
Wish I could refine all the things in my mind make it simple like a dribble to the throw line, I'd really rather spend time seeing what's In your mind counting moments Like the treasures found on shore lines, wonder if I waste mine
really shouldn't wast time now I gotta go so fool wit u soon tho.
.
Can I use this song in my videos if I credit you
I go
crazy for that gold plate,
Brush'em clean, Im Colgate,
Try to get those fat stacks,
Eating but got no cake
Bothered by those known fakes
Portrayal for slow jakes
The highway to hell,
See them speeding down
With no breaks
I should've known that either way
I'll never make a cold K,
So I heat'em up, for the H
I will hold K
Skip a letter, no J
Whoops, I mean no way,
So I skip ahead,
Fast forward, but the soul, same
Midnight in Georgia,
Gotta ticket for that soul train,
Thinking for myself,
Other rappers ain't got no brain,
I know the grammar's off
But I'm hitting like your ol dame
You go buy a drink then
I'm hitting on your ol dame
I'd gash for the cash,
They'll dash, shout out ol dame,
You're still the man, without you
They're all no names,
I'm playing with this now,
Game over, you got no change
Can't respawn, either way my homie,
We on
can I use this in one of my videos if I credit you?
whats the bpm and key for this instrumental???
link
Is it free ??
thank you
can you send me this ?
is there any way you can send me this?
MrDzang just download it and credit me
i done flipped the pack like twice today. feel i threw my life away. backstabing is a bitch so i grew up and threw the knife away. higher than a kite today. noodles in the microwave . juicy fruit im chewin my anxiety is high today. now i switch the ryhtem and word to make me stand out. dont even feel comfortable in my damn house. ive been lookin at this light for a hour man turn this lamp out.
can i use this beat
I'm 13 and I'm making a song with a friend can I use this song, we give u credit
whats the sample
ice tea on my T-shirt
mic check then i rehearse
sleepless nights on Simeon Im
hoping for a feature
bye bye Ms.Alston
hope i dont get lost and
find myself in a coffin
gas got me fucking coughing
back to back im flossin
little nigga bossin
909 we balling.. yea
who made this beat?
Mike Vogtsy Cam O'bi. VERY underrated and VERY stellar in productions.
I've been witnessing, bigger things blooming from the ghettos
Watching shorties in stiletto's; roses turning into petals
I won't follow into black holes, I can only try to hold you back though
But I'm tryna blossom, with these stacks, grow
Something to be proud of, Something for my momma and my daughter
And her momma, maybe save a couple commas
So you know I can relate when, you hear it all the time
"It takes patience" but feel like all you've ever been was waiting
I bet she feel like that,
She kept on calling, said I'd call right back
And now I'm falling, and she all like "Zach
Oh how you've fallen"
And I'm all like wack
I lost my soul, watching my friends smoke crack
Trying to save em, show em the flowers smell amazing
And all roses aren't stuffed in glass
But fuck it though, I feel comfortable at last, alone
No home to go, I lost that with you and my mind, I smoke
hoping to find a light in scope
I rhyme sublime and cope, with my flaws
Couldn’t wash it out with soap, the sauce
The hope lost like your voice, need a lozenge for growth
And move steady on a definite course
Of course though, who am I to say this
I’ve been straying off of paths like my battles with the cadence
It’s a battle to be great and, i accept challenges My fate is to balance this
Weight like I’m atlases
Child I’ve been wild since
My first run ins with violence
I cry in the silence
im a lyrical spiritual miracle individual lyrical spiritual miracle
MURDERED THIS
I go run up on ah feature
hit til the beat hurts
wonder if they count every sugar in sweet verse
if they on a feature, chicken heads and leechers
sounding like a TV show,
sounding like a TV show, fans never gon meet me though, but keep on writing rhymes then record then the green will flow
Traverse hell nah
shit this is lit
Lovin's what I give'
And I'm lovin' just to live,
Ill spit and roll a spliff,
Crowd around like that 70s show shit.
Finna go far with this talent that i possess,
Skills deal the real and make you feel all that has been suppressed.
The rhymes in my mind keep me up at night,
And when I fall asleep I dream of ripping the mic.
Suspenful with a pencil,
Potential be exponential,
Fist will fuck up your dentals,
And these rhymes be my credentials.
Fuck you up then cut you up,
Then bag you up and drag you up,
To the fucking place where you disappear eaten up by scavengas. I'm outties sir
Check out my take on it here: soundcloud.com/y0ungpr0phet/fool-wit-it-remix-repord-saucytrash
Young Prophet with all respect to you lyricly I did not like your flow on this beat
Young Prophet you've got lyricism but your flow wasn't matching the beat.
C for flow
C for tone
B for lyrics
A for heart
Get a better mic and you got potential.
Young Prophet shit was pretty trash bro
Smoke a gram like twice a day,
Tryna fry my brain away,
Tryna find a better way,
To get into my personal space...