ramadan is over, venom is back btw that was like 7 minutes i totally speedran that check out my new beat shit slaps just like this beat: ua-cam.com/video/MtJc7hDMR10/v-deo.html
We have all sinned and fallen short of of Gods glory sin is terrible because of sin we are separated from God but gladly here is the good news Jesus Christ came and walked this earth for everyone taught us the perfect way to live and how we should live and he died for our sins because we need a sacrifice to pay the price for our sins since our sins deserve hell if we live in sin but also more good news Jesus rose from the dead three days later we have to leave the sin behind and put it away and live new with Jesus this world is like a vapor it passes away but your eternity is forever and it is up to you what you want to do with it…
This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way)
Been a fan of cole since day one My vocabulary expanded my creation function and ability built enterally Going out of control it’s turning mentally There is no taking step back now I’m moving my own path redundantly The flow of old school is the air I breathe My lyrics come out intentionally no guns needed God made a fist so I KO them like the man Ali Coming to save hip hop and relive the prodigy You can’t take my soul it’s not for free Slap the demons rappers with the biblical history
Pockets on deep money reep when I'm spitting Brother in prison flow shine like a prism Write but drink smoke and I'm hoping they listen No problem wit friends just dont get my business You try to dam flow wit me no competition Write in tha dugout then come out and pitch it Blow yo whole skull off One slug from that 50
Estuvimos sentado bajo la luna de invierno el frio de la noche congelando mi cuerpo Pero mi calor interno lo esta derritiendo Generando fuego me libero del ego wl daño de año ya dejo su rasto como un lambo su marca en el suelo
Taught to keep it regal / Money not always legal/ Put on for all my people / Put on for all my people / CC is always lethal / Shoot em through the peep hole / I’m the shit / Can’t compare me to these other fecal / Let’s keep momentum running / When we spot em we got em / he’ll never see it coming / Knick and Cut em 4 times / enough to remake cool runnings/ Hit a block like we really workin on construction / Imma menace baby / here to destroy the function / Imitation is flattery / Don’t let em tell you nothin / Money gains like I’m warren buffet / Old plans come to light / It’s just needed Dustin/ Purge night if you think I’m bluffin / Show em somethin / He Soft as charmin / Sweet like muffins / Hoes now days Really don’t believe in cuffin / Ain’t that somethin / If y’all fw this , check my other one on cole’s applying pressure . Might start ghost writing
Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah) This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here Killa, Harlem I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
[Cam'ron (J. Cole):] Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam', niggas is fuckin' finished (Yeah) [J. Cole:] This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten [Cam'ron:] See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English [J. Cole:] Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (Uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' it y'all way (Y'all way) We sendin' it y'all way (Y'all way) [Cam'ron:] That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here (Killa, Harlem) I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga [Lil Jon:] Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
@@beatsbydenvergrey7070 it just a remake bro...nobody wins except you by having your views go up. Artist can't profit from it fam. They can only rap over it and do challenges man. They'll play it over and over tryna write something for social media. Just a suggestion. This is probably why his is getting more views🤷🏾♂️
@@raleighsmoov919 you really don’t have much place to be commentating on what you think producers should do. I can post it untagged & let people rip it off my UA-cam so they can post remixes on SoundCloud-OR I can put my tag on the UA-cam version & charge rappers $9.99 for my services (creating the instrumental that they couldn’t have made themselves). I’ve sold 3 instrumentals every hour since Friday at 11:30pm. So you tell me what I should’ve done
My version Yo yo Nigga i been spittin bars back in my days before i knew what reality was star trek to the prodigy stil wondering what fatality wants Backed up by my structure and all my analagy puns I want a get to the top so i can shoot a calvary once One bullet, nine rappers f** thats a mastery stunt Feel free to copyright if you want
Ya I be getting all these racks mk like it’s kato I just got 100 soda callin it some faygo I just got a cover girl she ask me how my day go y’all be some fakin bitches y’all ain’t got no draco Ay i be so clean rappin dis beat ain’t ever I’m on my come up on my grind broken now it’s on my mind ya I be bussin now im somthing Im just a boy came from nothing I’m a bomb it’s bout to blow oh y’all got a weak flow ain’t that so u got no dough
Bro it's j cole you know it's fire I burn it up like my worldly desires So I turn it up real loud the crowd Going wild fuck being mild I'm so high I'm flying like a Boeing 747
Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah) This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here Killa, Harlem I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah) This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here Killa, Harlem I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga Put your hood up
Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah) This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here Killa, Harlem I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah) This shit too easy for me now Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell niggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The nigga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here Killa, Harlem I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
ramadan is over, venom is back
btw that was like 7 minutes i totally speedran that
check out my new beat shit slaps just like this beat: ua-cam.com/video/MtJc7hDMR10/v-deo.html
Banger🔥🔥
Hey, can you taje your time and redo it and make it just like the original?? I wanna kill this shit!
Will do bro
best song on the album fire instrumental🔥🔥🔥🔥
Cap
A m i r i
@@brockjones2637 m y l i f e
Pride is the devil
Or the whole thing😭🔥🔥🔥🔥
You killed this my g
Your remakes be spot on
Keep workin 💪🏾
thanks bro
Yoo this joint is ridiculous VENOM, Love that intro it just hooked me and that fuxkin bassline tho
#BEASTMODEE
thanks man
@@PRXDVENOM New Subscriber
@@andrewvideos5107 you’re the man
@@PRXDVENOM Really? Thx! 😀
This instrumental conjures up the old me like a tbt post
Bout to play this at church
😂😂😂
We have all sinned and fallen short of of Gods glory sin is terrible because of sin we are separated from God but gladly here is the good news Jesus Christ came and walked this earth for everyone taught us the perfect way to live and how we should live and he died for our sins because we need a sacrifice to pay the price for our sins since our sins deserve hell if we live in sin but also more good news Jesus rose from the dead three days later we have to leave the sin behind and put it away and live new with Jesus this world is like a vapor it passes away but your eternity is forever and it is up to you what you want to do with it…
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh)
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way)
We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way)
I feel like this lowkey a sample of "U Don't Know" by Hov...pretty sure I'm not trippin
you not crazy
yup thats it
I was sayin the same thing when I first heard the album
Correct
My man, that is what I was saying.
This is crazy beat. I wanna talk my real life on this beat. Tripple C's.
Love this so much
Congrats on 1k subs bro! Big mile stone!
i appreciate you bro
I'm proud of you my guy
Thank u for this ......now I will bless this beat. 🌡️💪
Real dope fam Keep it coming 💥💥💥💥💯💯💯
Been a fan of cole since day one
My vocabulary expanded my creation
function and ability built enterally
Going out of control it’s turning mentally
There is no taking step back now
I’m moving my own path redundantly
The flow of old school is the air I breathe
My lyrics come out intentionally no guns needed
God made a fist so I KO them like the man Ali
Coming to save hip hop and relive the prodigy
You can’t take my soul it’s not for free
Slap the demons rappers with the biblical history
FUK FUK FUK THIS IS.... EPIC
Pockets on deep money reep when I'm spitting
Brother in prison flow shine like a prism
Write but drink smoke and I'm hoping they listen
No problem wit friends just dont get my business
You try to dam flow wit me no competition
Write in tha dugout then come out and pitch it
Blow yo whole skull off
One slug from that 50
all these years later filthy frank is still right...
@@breazy832 lmao!
Fire🔥🔥
thank you
@@PRXDVENOM ur welcome fam
Estuvimos sentado bajo la luna de invierno el frio de la noche congelando mi cuerpo
Pero mi calor interno lo esta derritiendo
Generando fuego me libero del ego wl daño de año ya dejo su rasto como un lambo su marca en el suelo
you what??
Taught to keep it regal /
Money not always legal/
Put on for all my people /
Put on for all my people /
CC is always lethal /
Shoot em through the peep hole /
I’m the shit /
Can’t compare me to these other fecal /
Let’s keep momentum running /
When we spot em we got em /
he’ll never see it coming /
Knick and Cut em 4 times /
enough to remake cool runnings/
Hit a block
like we really workin on construction /
Imma menace baby /
here to destroy the function /
Imitation is flattery /
Don’t let em tell you nothin /
Money gains like I’m warren buffet /
Old plans come to light /
It’s just needed Dustin/
Purge night if you think I’m bluffin /
Show em somethin /
He Soft as charmin /
Sweet like muffins /
Hoes now days Really don’t believe in cuffin /
Ain’t that somethin /
If y’all fw this , check my other one on cole’s applying pressure . Might start ghost writing
Thank you for this.
you a hero
lol funny cuz im venom
@@PRXDVENOM Good guy Venom jajaja
1:40🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥😩
lunnar 😘
ayo
Do you mind if I use this instrumental for my UA-cam vids ?🙏🏽
Nicely done.
Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah)
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh)
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way)
We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way)
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here
Killa, Harlem
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
hey love the remake can I use it
yeah
@@PRXDVENOM how can I download it?
@@jonathanpietri2588 yt to mp3
How I do that?
@@jonathanpietri2588 copy the link, go to ytmp3.cc, and download that shit
[Cam'ron (J. Cole):]
Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam', niggas is fuckin' finished (Yeah)
[J. Cole:]
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
[Cam'ron:]
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English
[J. Cole:]
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (Uh)
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' it y'all way (Y'all way)
We sendin' it y'all way (Y'all way)
[Cam'ron:]
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here (Killa, Harlem)
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
[Lil Jon:]
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
Any cltfc fans here⁉️⁉️⁉️
this bneat could be a marvel sountrack ngl
absolutely
Pure heat 🔥
I’m bout to do sumpn with this…
Look out for my freestyle to this
Bet
Crunk music is coming back slowly. this easily sounds like a three six mafia beat.
You are now looking at one smart black boy, mama aint raised no fool……..
What DAW are you using?
Bpm?
bro this is SICK! I made the same instrumental! let me know what you think please!
It was okay, just didn't like how you put your tag in it
@@raleighsmoov919 make your own beats/instrumentals, have them stolen & then come back & tell me what you think
@@beatsbydenvergrey7070 it just a remake bro...nobody wins except you by having your views go up. Artist can't profit from it fam. They can only rap over it and do challenges man. They'll play it over and over tryna write something for social media. Just a suggestion. This is probably why his is getting more views🤷🏾♂️
@@raleighsmoov919 you really don’t have much place to be commentating on what you think producers should do. I can post it untagged & let people rip it off my UA-cam so they can post remixes on SoundCloud-OR I can put my tag on the UA-cam version & charge rappers $9.99 for my services (creating the instrumental that they couldn’t have made themselves). I’ve sold 3 instrumentals every hour since Friday at 11:30pm. So you tell me what I should’ve done
@@beatsbydenvergrey7070 you win fam. I already see what type of dude you are. I'm not about to argue with you like some female. You got it
I need this download. Where’s the link?
You murder-dered this mf
email?
1:40
My version
Yo yo
Nigga i been spittin bars back in my days before i knew what reality was star trek to the prodigy stil wondering what fatality wants
Backed up by my structure and all my analagy puns
I want a get to the top so i can shoot a calvary once
One bullet, nine rappers f** thats a mastery stunt
Feel free to copyright if you want
Sounds a bit like dipset anthem and hov “U don’t know”
How???
Shit Crazy Cuz It Just Dropped Hé Workin
workin workin workin
Can i use it for non Profit?🙏🏾
fa sho
@@PRXDVENOM yes ?😂 I dont understand it, sorry
@@Agent_Koffi yes
Ya I be getting all these racks mk like it’s kato I just got 100 soda callin it some faygo I just got a cover girl she ask me how my day go y’all be some fakin bitches y’all ain’t got no draco
Ay i be so clean rappin dis beat ain’t ever I’m on my come up on my grind broken now it’s on my mind ya I be bussin now im somthing Im just a boy came from nothing I’m a bomb it’s bout to blow oh y’all got a weak flow ain’t that so u got no dough
Wtffffff, 64k??!
yeah bro is whatever
Bro it's j cole you know it's fire
I burn it up like my worldly desires
So I turn it up real loud the crowd
Going wild fuck being mild I'm so high I'm flying like a Boeing 747
this sounds like u dont know by hov
yo too fast wtff
Just spit bro
Your subscriber count is 999😅😶
wanna change that for me?
Jay Z u dont know and this sounds similar
Tell us how we did
Louisville ua-cam.com/video/UGlzZqXclPo/v-deo.html
Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah)
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh)
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way)
We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way)
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here
Killa, Harlem
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah)
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh)
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way)
We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way)
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here
Killa, Harlem
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up
Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah)
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh)
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way)
We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way)
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here
Killa, Harlem
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is fuckin' finished (yeah)
This shit too easy for me now
Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown
Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down
So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton
Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
They gon' forever fatten
See, we tried to tell niggas
They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English
Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
The nigga that made them peep the reaper
Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya
Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell
Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh)
'Cause they steady harassin'
We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
(Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way)
We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way)
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here
Killa, Harlem
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga