Future & Juice WRLD - No Issue (BEST INSTRUMENTAL)

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  • @crudeFLORL
    @crudeFLORL 4 роки тому +109

    It’s strangely so empty and hopelessly depressing. Probably one of the most depressing beats I’ve ever heard tbh.

    • @breezeee122
      @breezeee122 3 роки тому +18

      Def one of the most depressing beats but for some reason it goes sooo hard wtf

    • @crudeFLORL
      @crudeFLORL 3 роки тому +8

      @@breezeee122 ehh-err-eh-o

    • @breezeee122
      @breezeee122 3 роки тому +1

      @@crudeFLORL 😂

    • @alexmedero828
      @alexmedero828 3 роки тому +7

      I feel like this whole album was so druggy and it felt like all of them were just high asl making this

    • @phonephone321
      @phonephone321 3 роки тому +1

      Exactly bro

  • @AlwaysL1t
    @AlwaysL1t 5 років тому +89

    Yo honestly, this is the best version of this instrumental lol

    • @coolguyy7025
      @coolguyy7025  5 років тому +10

      Lightningmagean thanks bro, cuz it definitely took a while to do this😂

  • @kavo.23
    @kavo.23 4 роки тому +48

    Love how they speed it up then slow it down shit hard asab

    • @DraikoBeats
      @DraikoBeats 4 роки тому +3

      Facts😂😂one of the most unique beats I’ve ever heard

  • @khaitoes6424
    @khaitoes6424 5 років тому +22

    so fire specially the sped up part

  • @trbg_edits
    @trbg_edits 4 роки тому +10

    One can save millions but millions can't save one

  • @mvramos1996
    @mvramos1996 5 років тому +15

    RIP Juice 🖤

  • @Sellingwhite
    @Sellingwhite 4 роки тому +8

    This is perfect

  • @LilUltraKataru
    @LilUltraKataru Рік тому +2

    This Chicago footwork type beat

  • @emrekagansen2386
    @emrekagansen2386 3 роки тому +7

    this song fuckin amazing bro

  • @TRoneHuncho_800
    @TRoneHuncho_800 5 років тому +11

    Rip juice wrld

  • @gregorycarasis6489
    @gregorycarasis6489 3 роки тому +10

    eh ah eh ah eh ah eh ah ........ ah eh ah eh ah eh ah eh ah eh ...... eh ah eh ah eh ah eh ah eh ah eh ah

    • @kaim-dum-asf
      @kaim-dum-asf 2 роки тому +3

      Thanks for the lyrics bro, kinda hard to make what what they was sayin

  • @michaelhooffstetter4388
    @michaelhooffstetter4388 5 років тому +2

    Don't let these bitches get in your head
    (Wheezy outta here)
    Fallin' out of love with Xanax
    Livin' my life on the edge
    I'm sacrificin' everything
    I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
    I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
    Continuin', deliverin' the substance
    I'ma be there for my bros, one call
    Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
    Don't you try and judge us
    Don't you try and trust us
    Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue
    She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
    Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
    I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
    Bank account commas and zeros
    Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
    Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
    Fuck that bitch
    I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
    I get high, high, high, and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, but we been flew
    Ah, ah, ah
    I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
    Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin' on Future
    Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
    They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
    'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs
    Spend a check, oh, money love
    Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
    50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
    I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
    No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
    FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
    Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
    Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
    Hundred racks in my pockets, and them dubs
    Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
    Got a million dollar ice just because
    Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
    All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
    Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dud
    Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
    No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
    Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
    Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
    Homicide-cide-cide
    Let's get high, high, high
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
    I get high, high, high and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, we been flew (ah-ah)
    You can see what we done been through
    You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
    You don't know the way we been through
    Bullets, fly, fly, fly
    Make you cry, cry, cry

  • @christianlewis5324
    @christianlewis5324 4 роки тому +6

    All I hear “when will it stop”

    • @Figure000
      @Figure000 3 роки тому +2

      Sounds so depressing tho

  • @josephpatterson757
    @josephpatterson757 4 роки тому +2

    Don't let these bitches get in your head
    (Wheezy outta here)
    Fallin’ out of love with Xanax
    Livin' my life on the edge
    I'm sacrificin’ everything
    I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
    I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
    Continuin', deliverin' the substance
    I'ma be there for my bros, one call
    [Verse 1: Future & Juice WRLD]
    Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
    Don't you try and judge us
    Don’t you try and trust us
    Let it go down, down, down ain’t no issue
    She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
    Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
    I cannot save her, I’m not a hero
    Bank account commas and zeros
    Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
    Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
    Fuck that bitch
    I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
    [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
    I get high, high, high, and have no issue
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, but we been flew
    Ahh, ahh, ah
    [Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
    I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
    Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin’ on Future
    Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
    They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
    'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin' dubs
    Spend a check, oh, money love
    Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
    50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
    I'm in Chicago where they drill, drill, drill, drill
    No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
    FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
    Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
    [Verse 3: Future]
    Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
    Hundred racks in my pockets, and them Bloods
    Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
    Got a million-dollar ice just because
    Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
    All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
    Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dub
    Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
    No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
    Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
    Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
    Homicide-cide-cide
    Let's get high, high, high

  • @Tmb1995
    @Tmb1995 4 роки тому +2

    Yo well done

    • @coolguyy7025
      @coolguyy7025  4 роки тому

      Thank you, appreciate that for real🙏🏿

  • @stevensnell5825
    @stevensnell5825 2 роки тому +3

    Cause I throw hundreds in this bih ain’t throwin dubs

  • @stevensnell5825
    @stevensnell5825 2 роки тому

    This song is so hard

  • @trbg_edits
    @trbg_edits 4 роки тому +1

    Rip juice 999

  • @sony.cheema999
    @sony.cheema999 4 роки тому +4

    Depression!

  • @trippleplatnium9301
    @trippleplatnium9301 Рік тому

    Brazy

  • @trevionmiller620
    @trevionmiller620 5 років тому +18

    name of the sample or loop?

    • @coolguyy7025
      @coolguyy7025  5 років тому +3

      jaeden naw I was gone for boot camp three months got back Saturday

    • @coolguyy7025
      @coolguyy7025  5 років тому

      True Brodini I don’t know the name of the loop it just came in a pack I downloaded

    • @ProdReb1rth
      @ProdReb1rth 4 роки тому +7

      Rosie Lowe - Water Came Down is the original sample

    • @ginopallino7637
      @ginopallino7637 3 роки тому

      @MidNite Beatz i have that too

  • @YoungKelzProd
    @YoungKelzProd 5 років тому +13

    FLP?

  • @lebronsrealhairline4740
    @lebronsrealhairline4740 4 роки тому +3

    It all sounds off beat until 0:28

    • @coolguyy7025
      @coolguyy7025  4 роки тому +5

      Lebrons Mirror I don’t hear it, but I went by exactly how the original beat was set up

    • @lebronsrealhairline4740
      @lebronsrealhairline4740 4 роки тому +2

      @@coolguyy7025 sounds good bro, the best one on yt

  • @yahyamohamed4446
    @yahyamohamed4446 2 роки тому

    0:24

  • @caleb4o
    @caleb4o Рік тому

    bro

  • @anabfd
    @anabfd 2 місяці тому

    2025

  • @banhbaothit1629
    @banhbaothit1629 2 роки тому

    dis shit is sad

  • @niboR.
    @niboR. 3 роки тому

    Its someone saying something audiotuned,, what?

    • @gr8percent370
      @gr8percent370 3 роки тому

      Someone thinks it says, “when will it stop”

    • @nanreyes1
      @nanreyes1 Рік тому

      I hear “it’s official “

  • @PersonPlays1224
    @PersonPlays1224 5 років тому +1

    i made a way better version by myself lol wtf

    • @coolguyy7025
      @coolguyy7025  5 років тому

      PersonPlays better...instrumental?

  • @haydarhammoud4419
    @haydarhammoud4419 4 роки тому +2

    This beat sucks so hard

  • @michaelhooffstetter4388
    @michaelhooffstetter4388 5 років тому +6

    Don't let these bitches get in your head
    (Wheezy outta here)
    Fallin' out of love with Xanax
    Livin' my life on the edge
    I'm sacrificin' everything
    I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
    I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
    Continuin', deliverin' the substance
    I'ma be there for my bros, one call
    Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
    Don't you try and judge us
    Don't you try and trust us
    Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue
    She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
    Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
    I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
    Bank account commas and zeros
    Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
    Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
    Fuck that bitch
    I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
    I get high, high, high, and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, but we been flew
    Ah, ah, ah
    I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
    Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin' on Future
    Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
    They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
    'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs
    Spend a check, oh, money love
    Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
    50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
    I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
    No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
    FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
    Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
    Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
    Hundred racks in my pockets, and them dubs
    Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
    Got a million dollar ice just because
    Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
    All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
    Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dud
    Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
    No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
    Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
    Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
    Homicide-cide-cide
    Let's get high, high, high
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
    I get high, high, high and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, we been flew (ah-ah)
    You can see what we done been through
    You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
    You don't know the way we been through
    Bullets, fly, fly, fly
    Make you cry, cry, cry

  • @adith520
    @adith520 4 роки тому +2

    Don't let these bitches get in your head
    (Wheezy outta here)
    Fallin' out of love with Xanax
    Livin' my life on the edge
    I'm sacrificin' everything
    I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
    I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
    Continuin', deliverin' the substance
    I'ma be there for my bros, one call
    Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
    Don't you try and judge us
    Don't you try and trust us
    Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue
    She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
    Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
    I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
    Bank account commas and zeros
    Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
    Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
    Fuck that bitch
    I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
    I get high, high, high, and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, but we been flew
    Ah, ah, ah
    I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
    Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin' on Future
    Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
    They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
    'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs
    Spend a check, oh, money love
    Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
    50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
    I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
    No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
    FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
    Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
    Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
    Hundred racks in my pockets, and them dubs
    Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
    Got a million dollar ice just because
    Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
    All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
    Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dud
    Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
    No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
    Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
    Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
    Homicide-cide-cide
    Let's get high, high, high
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
    I get high, high, high and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, we been flew (ah-ah)
    You can see what we done been through
    You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
    You don't know the way we been through
    Bullets, fly, fly, fly
    Make you cry, cry, cry

  • @shelton9699
    @shelton9699 4 роки тому +1

    Don't let these bitches get in your head
    (Wheezy outta here)
    Fallin' out of love with Xanax
    Livin' my life on the edge
    I'm sacrificin' everything
    I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
    I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
    Continuin', deliverin' the substance
    I'ma be there for my bros, one call
    Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
    Don't you try and judge us
    Don't you try and trust us
    Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue
    She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
    Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
    I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
    Bank account commas and zeros
    Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
    Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
    Fuck that bitch
    I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
    I get high, high, high, and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, but we been flew
    Ah, ah, ah
    I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
    Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin' on Future
    Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
    They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
    'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs
    Spend a check, oh, money love
    Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
    50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
    I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
    No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
    FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
    Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
    Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
    Hundred racks in my pockets, and them dubs
    Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
    Got a million dollar ice just because
    Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
    All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
    Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dud
    Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
    No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
    Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
    Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
    Homicide-cide-cide
    Let's get high, high, high
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
    I get high, high, high and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, we been flew (ah-ah)
    You can see what we done been through
    You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
    You don't know the way we been through
    Bullets, fly, fly, fly
    Make you cry, cry, cry

  • @robertburns3651
    @robertburns3651 4 роки тому +1

    Don't let these bitches get in your head
    (Wheezy outta here)
    Fallin' out of love with Xanax
    Livin' my life on the edge
    I'm sacrificin' everything
    I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
    I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
    Continuin', deliverin' the substance
    I'ma be there for my bros, one call
    Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
    Don't you try and judge us
    Don't you try and trust us
    Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue
    She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
    Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
    I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
    Bank account commas and zeros
    Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
    Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
    Fuck that bitch
    I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
    I get high, high, high, and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, but we been flew
    Ah, ah, ah
    I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
    Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin' on Future
    Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
    They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
    'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs
    Spend a check, oh, money love
    Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
    50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
    I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
    No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
    FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
    Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
    Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
    Hundred racks in my pockets, and them dubs
    Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
    Got a million dollar ice just because
    Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
    All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
    Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dud
    Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
    No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
    Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
    Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
    Homicide-cide-cide
    Let's get high, high, high
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
    I get high, high, high and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, we been flew (ah-ah)
    You can see what we done been through
    You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
    You don't know the way we been through
    Bullets, fly, fly, fly
    Make you cry, cry, cry

  • @shelton9699
    @shelton9699 3 роки тому +1

    Don't let these bitches get in your head
    (Wheezy outta here)
    Fallin' out of love with Xanax
    Livin' my life on the edge
    I'm sacrificin' everything
    I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
    I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
    Continuin', deliverin' the substance
    I'ma be there for my bros, one call
    Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
    Don't you try and judge us
    Don't you try and trust us
    Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue
    She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
    Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
    I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
    Bank account commas and zeros
    Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
    Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
    Fuck that bitch
    I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
    I get high, high, high, and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, but we been flew
    Ah, ah, ah
    I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
    Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin' on Future
    Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
    They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
    'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs
    Spend a check, oh, money love
    Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
    50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
    I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
    No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
    FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
    Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
    Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
    Hundred racks in my pockets, and them dubs
    Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
    Got a million dollar ice just because
    Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
    All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
    Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dud
    Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
    No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
    Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
    Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
    Homicide-cide-cide
    Let's get high, high, high
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
    I get high, high, high and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, we been flew (ah-ah)
    You can see what we done been through
    You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
    You don't know the way we been through
    Bullets, fly, fly, fly
    Make you cry, cry, cry

  • @tae868
    @tae868 3 роки тому +1

    Don't let these bitches get in your head
    (Wheezy outta here)
    Fallin' out of love with Xanax
    Livin' my life on the edge
    I'm sacrificin' everything
    I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
    I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
    Continuin', deliverin' the substance
    I'ma be there for my bros, one call
    Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
    Don't you try and judge us
    Don't you try and trust us
    Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue
    She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
    Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
    I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
    Bank account commas and zeros
    Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
    Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
    Fuck that bitch
    I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
    I get high, high, high, and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, but we been flew
    Ah, ah, ah
    I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
    Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin' on Future
    Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
    They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
    'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs
    Spend a check, oh, money love
    Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
    50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
    I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
    No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
    FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
    Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
    Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
    Hundred racks in my pockets, and them dubs
    Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
    Got a million dollar ice just because
    Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
    All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
    Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dud
    Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
    No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
    Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
    Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
    Homicide-cide-cide
    Let's get high, high, high
    Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
    I get high, high, high and have no issues
    VVS on me, no igloo
    You say you fly, we been flew (ah-ah)
    You can see what we done been through
    You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
    You don't know the way we been through
    Bullets, fly, fly, fly
    Make you cry, cry, cry