I apresiate yhe fact u my brother Biological can from another mother but stay connected to each other Like no other Ride or die Always Keepin it gutter But i feel like a window Blind to the sun Need u to open the shutter Cant explain the pain with these words that i mutter Hope we stay close but the dope make me suffer Cuz the hi is good untill u so hi that u missin ur supper Good rap like a gift to mother Got flows like no other Slicker then butter Word crisper Like burnin ur supper Old days hope u remember that shit Cuz When we gone memories will be all that we get Drunk times puch lined non stop with the spit We go hard play u cards that u get Grindin hard not even stoppin to sit Till they coppin my shit u can copy respect So we can stay hi till we cant even funtion Till the party is bumpin sippin bacardy n somethin To stay Conected like road with junction kush to face n muchin Cop my first mic with mexican production U ever in a fight ima jump in freesyle text thats the way that we comin u like that lol
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Anyone just cant hop on this beat...you have to be ah monster!!!!
Possibly most classic beat
You kill this beat fam keep up the good work
Baby smoove snowman ⛄️
It's crazy that such a simple beat can sound so fucking cool
I’m bout to go in on this JEEZY ⛄️
hard bro
2021 AND THIS SHIT STILL BAAAAAAANG!!!!
Got my joint hitting like a system and I’ve got a regular jvc in my joint no speakers or amp
RIP bro
Riding around wit dat slap
YES
Great job!
Recession 2
I apresiate yhe fact u my brother
Biological can from another mother but stay connected to each other
Like no other
Ride or die
Always Keepin it gutter
But i feel like a window
Blind to the sun
Need u to open the shutter
Cant explain the pain with these words that i mutter
Hope we stay close but the dope make me suffer
Cuz the hi is good untill u so hi that u missin ur supper
Good rap like a gift to mother
Got flows like no other
Slicker then butter
Word crisper
Like burnin ur supper
Old days hope u remember that shit
Cuz When we gone memories will be all that we get
Drunk times puch lined non stop with the spit
We go hard play u cards that u get
Grindin hard not even stoppin to sit
Till they coppin my shit u can copy respect
So we can stay hi till we cant even funtion
Till the party is bumpin sippin bacardy n somethin
To stay Conected like road with junction kush to face n muchin
Cop my first mic with mexican production
U ever in a fight ima jump in freesyle text thats the way that we comin u like that lol