Everytime I hear this instrumental I hear Juicy J - Tales of 2 Cities "You been watching this nigga waiting on him to slip, you spot him at the light my nigga" lol
The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous And now we look at the competition as quick submission They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em What this about, is it money or skill? Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable I can see y’all incapable To be the God emcees, you know me well Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister Run for cover, my lineage prove itself I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah! This is what they want, I’m the one This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin' I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I’m in the White House going all out Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans Nothing more influential than rap music I merge jazz fusion with the trap music I mix black soul with some rock and roll They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here? D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’ My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!) I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me) I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole) Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental Every time I start writing I get sentimental This shit is just not fair But why the fuck should I care? The story of your life here Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here Oh Lord, gotta be the yams Billboard list need 2Pac, damn But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me Is not validation, nigga this TDE And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest Whoa Burnin’ my leather- (Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)
Intro] Dick hard like Rottweiler Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo [Verse] The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous And now we look at the competition as quick submission They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em What this about, is it money or skill? Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable I can see y’all incapable To be the God emcees, you know me well Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister Run for cover, my lineage prove itself I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah! This is what they want, I’m the one This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin' I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I’m in the White House going all out Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans Nothing more influential than rap music I merge jazz fusion with the trap music I mix black soul with some rock and roll They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here? D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’ My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!) I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me) I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole) Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental Every time I start writing I get sentimental This shit is just not fair But why the fuck should I care? The story of your life here Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here Oh Lord, gotta be the yams Billboard list need 2Pac, damn But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me Is not validation, nigga this TDE And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest Whoa Burnin’ my leather- (Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)
First things first, I'm on beats mode bodie every single beat just to eat tho u need me to balance out yeen equal. Verse colder than sum Ice I be frio , told ha be humble you wants sum beef to feed off your hunger u wanna try me get ready to rumble I took of u dirt get cleand out the gutter what was u thinking les keep it 100 so hand me them franklins jus gimme the cake then get back to backing I'm stating facts while u just keep on hating
Yeah u mixing up the truth go head and lie to me telling me u love me and for over will u ride for me tell me that's it's me dat chu want go head n lie to me never will I open my heart das how I gotta b..
Hook: tryna get that paper All you suckaz can holla at me Later Ain't tripping on nothin Not even you hatersss Money on my mind Bitch you blind if you can't C them dolla signsss What's goes around comes around like my x So what's next Kick back relax Prolly hit the corner store sell A couple of sacks Make a couple of racks Naw Ain't me See mothafuckas Rollin With they strap off safety I stay doing my thang Fuck the gang U making it rain ? Well I'm kicking back drinking a hurricane my flow hard Just like Boujee Bitches play hard to get Don't give no fucks I leave them all soaking wet Now that I'm comin down About fall I gotta make this cash even if I got to crawl People say I'm broken And must be jokin Still fuck around and leave yo bitch pussy soakin And I ain't even hit We tough and raw Like a mosh pit Fuck getting lit I find myself done doing drugz And drinkin End back up in the same room Rappin and tweakin My mind going in circles Like my big bros mosh Yeah I was broken hearted But i feel it coming back in place My kicks are fresher than Crest3D toothpaste Now I'm done rockin five ohh ones I got me a few pair of five eleven Jeans All these bullshit suckas Making all the scenes well I sit here dozing off 2 same fkn dream And it's to get the cream ! Bound to get my shit straight Maybe today or next week So let me put this "dope " Down cuz I don't fuck with that tweak I couldn't wait til I reached my peak I felt unstoppable And on top But the voice in my head keeps Saying I needs to stop I got the power for the hour Now pass me my swisher Cuz life ain't sweet That's why I was Chasing bitches on a late nite creep I can careless about gettin in some ass I just wish I had my x but now That's all in the past My fucked up mind Was saying she tryna play you But now it's all good I keep composure and stay coo Cuz I'm that young mothafucka Named Ruu Ain't fuckin with These punk ass crewsss Just me and my fam And the boyz I grew up with From my block Seems like all these suckaz Just talk and can't walk the walk People say I'm bad And can't see the good I guess I'm just misunderstood Never again shall I bite The hand that feeds me But alotta you can't even fkn c me My moms was in the hospital I was like where tf was I Now that she needs me Shhit doing dumb shit Chasin a high When I always was already on that natural high What it do, everyday I drink and drown and liquor Knowing it ain’t gonna solve shit besides making myself more bitter So ima keep my flows and verses in check Cuz ima stay rappin even if she was yours ima stay fuckin wid her Everyday I wonder even if I should try But that was the old me cuz ima try my best till the day I die Life is too fkn short N precious to live it thinking of the past So fuck a blast of the pipe , I’d rather have a drink or two N think of the good times , now who has the last laugh Yeahhh . So Now come on let me kick it up a notch Cuz I’m hittin n sippin while I bust Momma told me family is the only ones u can trust So fuck the fuss Irealize it ain’t no one else but us I’m livin it out no doubt On the daily Go ahead n fuck around play me Cuz I’m off the leash and using my aggressiveness on these beats Now nobody can tame me
Did I slip up,. Syzurp hiccup,. Big ups too the sista in charge ,. I mean I stay focused behind bars ,. I see yo scars ,. Still drunk near the boulevard ,. Stolen car ,. Doors a jar,. Folks listening tryna find out who we are,. Need a minute need for instance ,. Mama need too ,. Mind was sharpe ,. Hard too find like a needle ,. Son be you ,.
First things first, I'm on beats mode bodie every single beat just to eat tho u need me to balance out yeen equal. Verse colder than sum Ice I be frio , told ha be humble you wants sum beef to feed off your hunger u wanna try me get ready to rumble I took of u dirt get cleand out the gutter
Produced By Vinylz] [Intro] Dick hard like Rottweiler Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo [Verse] The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous And now we look at the competition as quick submission They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em What this about, is it money or skill? Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable I can see y’all incapable To be the God emcees, you know me well Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister Run for cover, my lineage prove itself I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah! This is what they want, I’m the one This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin' I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I’m in the White House going all out Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans Nothing more influential than rap music I merge jazz fusion with the trap music I mix black soul with some rock and roll They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here? D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’ My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!) I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me) I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole) Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental Every time I start writing I get sentimental This shit is just not fair But why the fuck should I care? The story of your life here Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here Oh Lord, gotta be the yams Billboard list need 2Pac, damn But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me Is not validation, nigga this TDE And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest Whoa Burnin’ my leather- (Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha) [Kayla Duckworth: Laugh]
Freedom Hey dude. This is soul food. Hey dude. This is soul food. Hey dude. This is soul food. Hey dude. This is soul food. Sabbath preparation for a righteous declaration. Reparations for condescending understatements. Evolving Emancipation. Living liberation. Freedom ring. My praises will sing. Snakes will flee. Floodgates open. Righteous flowing. Body smoking. Crucified with Christ. Death is my wife. Cast all your care. Birds of the air. Living quite fair. Let my people go. This staff I throw. In His mind zone. My heart His throne. Lead my words. Bind the curse. Perverse in the hearse. Promised Land. I Am standing. My name Sam. Support your man. Follow God’s plan. Simple obedience. Successfully expedient. Holy is the ingredient. Sheeping on Goats. Holy Ghost toast. Modest is verbose. Take a bite out this Loaf. Foxes have holes. Birds have nests. Son of Man with no place to lay His head. John got it on a platter for looking too much into sinful matters. Satan like lightning. Demons never frightening. Hidden from those who say the “right” thing. Children can speak Christ King. Good Samaritan. Holiday Inn for Uncle Sam. Patriot who fights for minor demands. Martha, Martha. Time for you to get your mind sharper. Hallowed be Your name. Your Kingdom is here with fame. Given daily Bread. Forgiven of all dread. No temptations. No rival nations. No disease amongst my community. Living from a place that is truly free. Hear the Word and apply it practically. Hey dude. This is soul food. Hey dude. This is soul food. Hey dude. This is soul food. Hey dude. This is soul food.
FBI this beat and the beat to alright by Kendrick are owned by Ibraham. Ibraham had the idea of them switching songs and then gave the beats to the rappers to cover. Sooo... no
Perfect free practise thanks
Jk Katikaridis fuck practice im murkin this b***h #mixtape gang
Everytime I hear this instrumental I hear Juicy J - Tales of 2 Cities "You been watching this nigga waiting on him to slip, you spot him at the light my nigga" lol
Dope beat
The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y’all incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays
It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin'
I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I’m in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare
My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia
A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career
Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him
Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest
Whoa
Burnin’ my leather-
(Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)
Bro those are some pretty sweet lyrics, you should make it into an actual song!
@@lilph9644 those are lyrics to the actual song bro lol
@@yayarea5109 r/woooosh
THANK YOU THAT INCREASED MY WORDPLAY FRFR DAMN
Here you go brotha
Intro]
Dick hard like Rottweiler
Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo
[Verse]
The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y’all incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays
It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin'
I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I’m in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare
My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia
A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career
Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him
Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest
Whoa
Burnin’ my leather-
(Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)
Ha... I get it... Cuz its kendricks song now
What's with this comment section
x.x
First things first, I'm on beats mode bodie every single beat just to eat tho u need me to balance out yeen equal. Verse colder than sum Ice I be frio , told ha be humble you wants sum beef to feed off your hunger u wanna try me get ready to rumble I took of u dirt get cleand out the gutter what was u thinking les keep it 100 so hand me them franklins jus gimme the cake then get back to backing I'm stating facts while u just keep on hating
Now bro did you really try
Lol corny
What the fuck kind of grammar is this
Lyrical spiritual individual looken asses be like
이쌔킈 어떠캐 여까지올라왔지
hard ass beat
Ready willing and able
0:19
Yeah u mixing up the truth go head and lie to me telling me u love me and for over will u ride for me tell me that's it's me dat chu want go head n lie to me never will I open my heart das how I gotta b..
me Kendrick Lamar track I'ma it
Zoomin in the foreign
1.25x 🔥🔥
fuck wow
Hook: tryna get that paper
All you suckaz can holla at me
Later
Ain't tripping on nothin
Not even you hatersss
Money on my mind
Bitch you blind if you can't
C them dolla signsss
What's goes around comes around like my x
So what's next
Kick back relax
Prolly hit the corner store sell
A couple of sacks
Make a couple of racks
Naw
Ain't me
See mothafuckas Rollin
With they strap off safety
I stay doing my thang
Fuck the gang
U making it rain ?
Well I'm kicking back drinking a hurricane
my flow hard
Just like Boujee
Bitches play hard to get
Don't give no fucks
I leave them all soaking wet
Now that I'm comin down
About fall
I gotta make this cash even if
I got to crawl
People say I'm broken
And must be jokin
Still fuck around and leave yo bitch pussy soakin
And I ain't even hit
We tough and raw
Like a mosh pit
Fuck getting lit
I find myself done doing drugz
And drinkin
End back up in the same room
Rappin and tweakin
My mind going in circles
Like my big bros mosh
Yeah I was broken hearted
But i feel it coming back in place
My kicks are fresher than
Crest3D toothpaste
Now I'm done rockin five ohh ones
I got me a few pair of five eleven
Jeans
All these bullshit suckas
Making all the scenes well I sit here dozing off 2 same fkn dream
And it's to get the cream !
Bound to get my shit straight
Maybe today or next week
So let me put this "dope "
Down cuz I don't fuck with that tweak
I couldn't wait til I reached my peak
I felt unstoppable
And on top
But the voice in my head keeps
Saying I needs to stop
I got the power for the hour
Now pass me my swisher
Cuz life ain't sweet
That's why I was
Chasing bitches on a late nite creep
I can careless about gettin in some ass
I just wish I had my x but now
That's all in the past
My fucked up mind
Was saying she tryna play you
But now it's all good
I keep composure and stay coo
Cuz I'm that young mothafucka
Named Ruu
Ain't fuckin with
These punk ass crewsss
Just me and my fam
And the boyz I grew up with
From my block
Seems like all these suckaz
Just talk and can't walk the walk
People say I'm bad
And can't see the good
I guess I'm just misunderstood
Never again shall I bite
The hand that feeds me
But alotta you can't even fkn c me
My moms was in the hospital
I was like where tf was I
Now that she needs me
Shhit doing dumb shit
Chasin a high
When I always was already on that natural high
What it do, everyday I drink and drown and liquor
Knowing it ain’t gonna solve shit besides making myself more bitter
So ima keep my flows and verses in check
Cuz ima stay rappin even if she was yours ima stay fuckin wid her
Everyday I wonder even if I should try
But that was the old me cuz ima try my best till the day I die
Life is too fkn short N precious to live it thinking of the past
So fuck a blast of the pipe , I’d rather have a drink or two
N think of the good times , now who has the last laugh
Yeahhh . So
Now come on let me kick it up a notch
Cuz I’m hittin n sippin while I bust
Momma told me family is the only ones u can trust
So fuck the fuss
Irealize it ain’t no one else but us
I’m livin it out no doubt
On the daily
Go ahead n fuck around play me
Cuz I’m off the leash and using my aggressiveness on these beats
Now nobody can tame me
This verse is dookie juice 😅
Is it ok to freestyle over this and upload it to UA-cam?
I'm late asf but yup! As long as you don't make a profit from it
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a tale of 2 citizen 이랑 이거랑 똑같은제 왜 제목이 다른지설명좀
Did I slip up,. Syzurp hiccup,. Big ups too the sista in charge ,. I mean I stay focused behind bars ,. I see yo scars ,. Still drunk near the boulevard ,. Stolen car ,. Doors a jar,. Folks listening tryna find out who we are,. Need a minute need for instance ,. Mama need too ,. Mind was sharpe ,. Hard too find like a needle ,. Son be you ,.
First things first, I'm on beats mode bodie every single beat just to eat tho u need me to balance out yeen equal. Verse colder than sum Ice I be frio , told ha be humble you wants sum beef to feed off your hunger u wanna try me get ready to rumble I took of u dirt get cleand out the gutter
Produced By Vinylz]
[Intro]
Dick hard like Rottweiler
Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo
[Verse]
The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y’all incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays
It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin'
I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I’m in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare
My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia
A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career
Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him
Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest
Whoa
Burnin’ my leather-
(Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)
[Kayla Duckworth: Laugh]
Analiza lo que voa a soltarte
Cada vez que suelto estoy haciendo un arte
this no longer became a tale of two citiez
Hi... Can we use this beat for a cover in our regional language... I'm from India. And my language is kannada which is spoken by 60m people...
kleise to rap m twra
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ ela m?
ti leei malakes mou?
dwse ena freestyle psile
LALALALA
I'm a felon wit and criminals mind look inside
Freedom
Hey dude.
This is soul food.
Hey dude.
This is soul food.
Hey dude.
This is soul food.
Hey dude.
This is soul food.
Sabbath preparation for a righteous declaration.
Reparations for condescending understatements.
Evolving Emancipation.
Living liberation.
Freedom ring.
My praises will sing.
Snakes will flee.
Floodgates open.
Righteous flowing.
Body smoking.
Crucified with Christ.
Death is my wife.
Cast all your care.
Birds of the air.
Living quite fair.
Let my people go.
This staff I throw.
In His mind zone.
My heart His throne.
Lead my words.
Bind the curse.
Perverse in the hearse.
Promised Land.
I Am standing.
My name Sam.
Support your man.
Follow God’s plan.
Simple obedience.
Successfully expedient.
Holy is the ingredient.
Sheeping on Goats.
Holy Ghost toast.
Modest is verbose.
Take a bite out this Loaf.
Foxes have holes.
Birds have nests.
Son of Man with no place to lay His head.
John got it on a platter for looking too much into sinful matters.
Satan like lightning.
Demons never frightening.
Hidden from those who say the “right” thing.
Children can speak Christ King.
Good Samaritan.
Holiday Inn for Uncle Sam.
Patriot who fights for minor demands.
Martha, Martha.
Time for you to get your mind sharper.
Hallowed be Your name.
Your Kingdom is here with fame.
Given daily Bread.
Forgiven of all dread.
No temptations.
No rival nations.
No disease amongst my community.
Living from a place that is truly free.
Hear the Word and apply it practically.
Hey dude.
This is soul food.
Hey dude.
This is soul food.
Hey dude.
This is soul food.
Hey dude.
This is soul food.
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bruh
More like K-Not
The Black Friday they’ll play at church 😭😭
V...
lol you know this is coles beat a tale of 2 citiez
@BackUp Acc1 and? Doesn't change the fact this beat is Cole's
FBI this beat and the beat to alright by Kendrick are owned by Ibraham. Ibraham had the idea of them switching songs and then gave the beats to the rappers to cover. Sooo... no
It’s literally explained on the somg
감히 영비새끼가 이비트를....
이새낀어떻케!!!
yo bro wssp send me dm on instgram
40mins_
Hi
네스 넌 못해
Polh plastikh
Ka8e augh
Lyrically it’s dope. Musically it’s wack.
🤯😂