Grandmama praying for me I know that she know that lately I just be High as can be I can die in the streets Momma asking why you lying to me I replied The reeper I’m dying to meet I just write to these beats So I fight off this heat that scorching and torching inside of my veins I been fighting my pain Reciting these lines Appetite m outta line see me hit the dash get the cash ever last like I’m dame My stomach is rumbling but seeing these kid struggling is humbling I hear the bullets outside and they’re thundering But now I’m coming in and I’m killing this shit And I’m feeling this shit May not be appealing to the masses But I’m revealing this knowledge advancement I don’t need no fucking college classes But societies expectations got my grandmothers dome racing alone and in chasing my dreams I’m amazing and supreme I’m an amazing machine Erasing regimes Caking collateral cream Battling teams Tired of being tired Tired of so being so tired that I’m consistently getting so higher My ability is a reminder that you can get everything that you desire Will this fucking poetry put some fucking hope in me Or will I need to sell dope and some weed Boxing these demons like my name is creed It’s a shame what I see, my brother 19 Brought his seed in this world super early Still loving his son even tho he totting a gun Shit like this always hurt me, trauma plus the money dirty What can I do that’s the reality that we living in Fuck the system I ain’t giving in I’m gon continue spittin these synonyms Even when I’m fucking sinning kid Ima making sure that world spinning then Imma carch up the rotation I ain’t into hesitating I been fucking elevating I been penetrating, navigating This the way to go I mean could wrong But what I see strong My vision is vivid And I ain’t been tripping Got used to shitting on my oppositions Ain’t even had no fuckin pots to piss in Growing up Getting a shirt and some pants and some socks is a mission So what u know bout some hand me downs and some pocket pinching Set the tone, never left the throne I just Rep my dome I was left in the cold then I froze and I Rose to impose some souls In the ones feeling heartless, I was once you my nigga so let’s spark this Toast to the old days The lay low days When my hood ain’t come off of head cause my hood wanted my head and in no way Was I ever letting up Cold sweats premonitions wicked visions of my brothers and sisters setting me up Twisted individual I was twisted at a funeral Cause the thought of flesh being empty Made me resent me Didn’t appreciate life in the moment so now I just own it and I will control it I’m as loud as the loud that they’re rolling
hey man i love the beat and wanna use it but none of the links to contact you about it are working. Is there anything I can do and can you just send me ur email so I can try to get the beat?
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THIS HEAT RIGHT HERE
Storytelling vibes
This is hard as fuckkkk i need this
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Grandmama praying for me
I know that she know that lately I just be
High as can be
I can die in the streets Momma asking why you lying to me
I replied The reeper I’m dying to meet
I just write to these beats
So I fight off this heat that scorching and torching inside of my veins
I been fighting my pain
Reciting these lines
Appetite m outta line see me hit the dash get the cash ever last like I’m dame
My stomach is rumbling but seeing these kid struggling is humbling
I hear the bullets outside and they’re thundering
But now I’m coming in and I’m killing this shit
And I’m feeling this shit
May not be appealing to the masses
But I’m revealing this knowledge advancement
I don’t need no fucking college classes
But societies expectations got my grandmothers dome racing alone and in chasing my dreams
I’m amazing and supreme
I’m an amazing machine
Erasing regimes
Caking collateral cream
Battling teams
Tired of being tired
Tired of so being so tired that I’m consistently getting so higher
My ability is a reminder that you can get everything that you desire
Will this fucking poetry put some fucking hope in me
Or will I need to sell dope and some weed
Boxing these demons like my name is creed
It’s a shame what I see, my brother 19
Brought his seed in this world super early
Still loving his son even tho he totting a gun
Shit like this always hurt me, trauma plus the money dirty
What can I do that’s the reality that we living in
Fuck the system I ain’t giving in
I’m gon continue spittin these synonyms
Even when I’m fucking sinning kid
Ima making sure that world spinning then
Imma carch up the rotation
I ain’t into hesitating I been fucking elevating
I been penetrating, navigating
This the way to go
I mean could wrong
But what I see strong
My vision is vivid
And I ain’t been tripping
Got used to shitting on my oppositions
Ain’t even had no fuckin pots to piss in
Growing up Getting a shirt and some pants and some socks is a mission
So what u know bout some hand me downs and some pocket pinching
Set the tone, never left the throne
I just Rep my dome
I was left in the cold then I froze and I Rose to impose some souls
In the ones feeling heartless,
I was once you my nigga so let’s spark this
Toast to the old days
The lay low days
When my hood ain’t come off of head cause my hood wanted my head and in no way
Was I ever letting up
Cold sweats premonitions wicked visions of my brothers and sisters setting me up
Twisted individual
I was twisted at a funeral
Cause the thought of flesh being empty
Made me resent me
Didn’t appreciate life in the moment so now I just own it and I will control it I’m as loud as the loud that they’re rolling
hey man i love the beat and wanna use it but none of the links to contact you about it are working. Is there anything I can do and can you just send me ur email so I can try to get the beat?