Hey could never picture me young fly white g skin fade grills up on my teeth soon to be living lavish property overseas just my girl n me every morning feel that ocean breeze living how supposed to be we locked down like it’s quarantine we open doors like C.O.D Z Soul to precious need to keep me clean no half way crooks no man in the middle on in-between Wavy like the breeze sipping maggy roll the weed getting Fadden with the gs pretty bitches and the weather sweet Living life like it’s meant to be staying lit up for the world to see
SE VIRA o beat comando essas streeats Se me compara so nao repara nesse hit Freestyle brabo nao me gabo pelos feat To de campana maradona no deslize So nao dou falha, acende a palha Ouco de la nao se mistura com gentalha Meus manos q dao tralha nao se espalha, Conduz o ritmo q esconde por traz das mascaras
Grab a pen, lets offend. Completing myself a image that will fade in the end, but my soul yearns for changes. It's why in my minds eyes I stay achieving, Sharing blessing from my blunders, my brains in the blender and its on liquefy, My tempature arises, I feel my skin melt and show my true face, nothing but bones and a crooked grin, They way I paint should be a sin. For I am doing a 360 when I dive in, Trick shots for a all the opps, And not a day goes by I think i will stop, Playing God rolling in haze from potent smoke to cloud my thoughts. But yet I achieve a higher degree someone save me!! I am going crazy trying balance in the shade and light a lost entity playing with will and might, beginning to smite those in my way so my pathway stays clear. something that eases the pain When I look to my side and see nobody's down to ride, makes these drugs and crimes I do all the easier to get away, I walk upright but imprinted deep in my mind lies all the times I tried all the souls I tried to help to be cast away like a hidden treasure to be found once again in the future, but let me abuse ya and staple this paper to your head, show you the pain behind my eyes when I try and wiggle free from what little room I have to move, your a snake constricting me making it hard to breath and when left alone my ill tendencies come back to strike me hevaliy, leaving me down on one knee , I grab the bottle of henny and heave it right at your feet so you slip and the glass punctures deep, Wanna battle meet me in the yard and bring your homies too. Most don't throw hands they shoot not understanding how pain works it doesn't dissipate, it spreads to the family and friends weighing them down in life making these choices a struggle to do what's right, Kick in your door and fuck it it's in sight when I use to hit houses I was a gremlin playing in sin, stealing and calling it a win but fuck that fed up looking over my back, So now I sit in the lab and snap on tracks, with the glock to scratch my back finger on the trigger if my memory decides to attack my figure, bang Blood splatter, hells laughter, spiraling down a staircase into the abyss, I walk in like it's my shit. This crypt envelopes me, leaving me open and raw I pour out the best for talents to see, throwing up the peace sign and i take a big breath of the THC, For these ghost haunt me, In my Brian they configure my figure to keep me trapped in this formidable freezer, deprivation is just a teaser, And I am just musical theater. Till I heat up sizzling what I touch flipping burgers for homies who separate on the path to journey their way, so I go back to committing burglaries till the rats rat on me, anyway where was I, You want honesty well shit so do I! So why must I tear apart my cells to break down, to see around this shield of a wall. I sit in darkness it's my shroud, and late at night the hood is up my own little planet of outlandish thoughts, like we are floating on a space rock? And most throw shade like a apocalyptic clock ticking down, It's sad to say humanity is failing each other when missiles rain, and body's are sent away, building destroyed hard work wasted yet the Grammies will still find a way to fit in an award to give some absurd fool playing the mental game of channeling a set view to obscure the processs to glow, what a tool being used and we follow suit like a full house being played in cards and the jail bird loosing his tray for a week cause he thought he was in the hot seat, 🔥 you see I sit in the darkness and it speaks, it reaches out and caresses my heart, till I sit back I dissect these parasites in my head, And let my soul depart then do I become God like with my veins flowing blood red. Let's lay down the pen. It's all fun and games till the feds look deeply at these lines and see the clinical faze of a twisted gaze set in his ways, I need a pay day. Then may I find purpose then spilling guts and stitching it back up.
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This was dope buddy, hope to see more
I’m Vibing heavy to this. This’ll open my mind for writing. I genuinely thank you for this
thanks for listening! glad to be a part of your creative process 🙏
Hey could never picture me young fly white g skin fade grills up on my teeth soon to be living lavish property overseas just my girl n me every morning feel that ocean breeze living how supposed to be we locked down like it’s quarantine we open doors like C.O.D Z Soul to precious need to keep me clean no half way crooks no man in the middle on in-between Wavy like the breeze sipping maggy roll the weed getting Fadden with the gs pretty bitches and the weather sweet Living life like it’s meant to be staying lit up for the world to see
Yooo Dope beat
drums go hard this is lit
thanks!
dis shi too hard keep it up brodie
A este beat le falta bigote para ser SEÑOR BEAT🔥❤️
SE VIRA o beat comando essas streeats
Se me compara so nao repara nesse hit
Freestyle brabo nao me gabo pelos feat
To de campana maradona no deslize
So nao dou falha, acende a palha
Ouco de la nao se mistura com gentalha
Meus manos q dao tralha nao se espalha,
Conduz o ritmo q esconde por traz das mascaras
💵 Purchase (Untagged Beat): bsta.rs/c49faa704
Grab a pen, lets offend.
Completing myself a image that will fade in the end, but my soul yearns for changes.
It's why in my minds eyes I stay achieving,
Sharing blessing from my blunders, my brains in the blender and its on liquefy,
My tempature arises, I feel my skin melt and show my true face, nothing but bones and a crooked grin,
They way I paint should be a sin.
For I am doing a 360 when I dive in,
Trick shots for a all the opps,
And not a day goes by I think i will stop,
Playing God rolling in haze from potent smoke to cloud my thoughts. But yet I achieve a higher degree someone save me!!
I am going crazy trying balance in the shade and light a lost entity playing with will and might, beginning to smite those in my way so my pathway stays clear. something that eases the pain When I look to my side and see nobody's down to ride, makes these drugs and crimes I do all the easier to get away, I walk upright but imprinted deep in my mind lies all the times I tried all the souls I tried to help to be cast away like a hidden treasure to be found once again in the future, but let me abuse ya and staple this paper to your head, show you the pain behind my eyes when I try and wiggle free from what little room I have to move, your a snake constricting me making it hard to breath and when left alone my ill tendencies come back to strike me hevaliy, leaving me down on one knee , I grab the bottle of henny and heave it right at your feet so you slip and the glass punctures deep, Wanna battle meet me in the yard and bring your homies too. Most don't throw hands they shoot not understanding how pain works it doesn't dissipate, it spreads to the family and friends weighing them down in life making these choices a struggle to do what's right,
Kick in your door and fuck it it's in sight when I use to hit houses I was a gremlin playing in sin, stealing and calling it a win but fuck that fed up looking over my back,
So now I sit in the lab and snap on tracks, with the glock to scratch my back finger on the trigger if my memory decides to attack my figure, bang
Blood splatter, hells laughter, spiraling down a staircase into the abyss, I walk in like it's my shit. This crypt envelopes me, leaving me open and raw I pour out the best for talents to see, throwing up the peace sign and i take a big breath of the THC,
For these ghost haunt me,
In my Brian they configure my figure to keep me trapped in this formidable freezer, deprivation is just a teaser,
And I am just musical theater.
Till I heat up sizzling what I touch flipping burgers for homies who separate on the path to journey their way, so I go back to committing burglaries till the rats rat on me, anyway where was I,
You want honesty well shit so do I!
So why must I tear apart my cells to break down, to see around this shield of a wall.
I sit in darkness it's my shroud, and late at night the hood is up my own little planet of outlandish thoughts, like we are floating on a space rock? And most throw shade like a apocalyptic clock ticking down,
It's sad to say humanity is failing each other when missiles rain, and body's are sent away, building destroyed hard work wasted yet the Grammies will still find a way to fit in an award to give some absurd fool playing the mental game of channeling a set view to obscure the processs to glow, what a tool being used and we follow suit like a full house being played in cards and the jail bird loosing his tray for a week cause he thought he was in the hot seat, 🔥 you see I sit in the darkness and it speaks, it reaches out and caresses my heart, till I sit back I dissect these parasites in my head, And let my soul depart then do I become God like with my veins flowing blood red. Let's lay down the pen. It's all fun and games till the feds look deeply at these lines and see the clinical faze of a twisted gaze set in his ways, I need a pay day. Then may I find purpose then spilling guts and stitching it back up.
tthis would make a mad poem
io c'ho sentito cara Italia di ghali, ci sta perfettamente😂😂😂
heard this on another channel; does everyone just recycle or am I buggin?
Sometimes they collaborate together but most times just a different better mix and snare type stuff to it
They
To tops to bottoms swim team that's him good green greetin grievance event Tam peaking that's he sweet sour lower rover Saint sent tower and bowser oops browser beep guess to whom side arm side view cock buggy eye lens ahhh