Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller You get pressed and X'd out, triangle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers 'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien Got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball Face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmans in the classes All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin' and rappin' Mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find a actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap Lab's labyrinth Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth Calldrops on the album skits (ayo) I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck, boy You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah)
Có sao đâu! Nói khẽ thôi! Chill đi! Tao cũng sắp lại té rồi Cái nghiệp thì đéo thằng nào mà né nổi Làm những thứ mình phải thôi Có những lúc gió khẽ thổi, mình rẽ vội Chứ đéo ai biết được cái đường đời Hết cái thời nghịch ngu, lên phường chơi Có những cái tình cảnh mình đéo lường tới Chết tại chờ nắm đấm địch thủ đang trên đường mới thủ thế Nên thua, thua chẳng vì lý do gì cụ thể Thua vì vài ước mơ nó rủ rê Thua vì cái tính tình, hoặc giả thua vì mình là chính mình Thua vì thiếu toan tính Thứ tao có thể làm thì không hoàn chỉnh Tao đã có thể chiến thắng nhưng yêu hòa bình, lại hoãn binh Sống như một thói quen, như thể quán tính Bán tín và bán nghi Vì tao tin đời khó lường Đã có... Những lý lẽ tưởng tỏ tường và cả những ước mơ to tướng Những lý lẽ tưởng tỏ tường và cả những ước mơ to tướng Có những cơn ác mộng đến khi tao còn đang mở mắt, khiến tao đổ mồ hôi lạnh Và tụi mày vẫn cố mà xé một câu nói ra khỏi cái bối cảnh Cuối cùng thì... Không có đúng, chẳng có sai, chỉ có những điều mà nó phải như thế Tha thứ đi, vì có những điều thì nó chỉ là cái tự vệ Lo sợ hay thủ thế, dễ quên cái sự thể, lạc chủ đề Yee, yee Yee, có lẽ đời là miên man với những con tìm bằng đá Với những cái miệng như dao và cả những đôi mắt lăm le hình viên đạn, mà... Nhưng rồi có những hơi ấm nó đã đến từ cái tấm lòng, những đôi tai lắng nghe Những cái chạm nhẹ dưới làn da và cả những tiếng cười lan tỏa, oh Dù có những đứa hay thích chơi trò chọc gậy vào nan hoa Rồi thì... Vơi đi mất một nửa, vẫn còn một nửa đầy Cuộc đời đôi lúc nó là những thứ mà mình còn chưa thấy Đốt thêm một điếu nữa ông ơi, tôi mạng hỏa Thực ra thì cũng chẳng có gì thay đổi nhiều trong những ngày tháng qua Vẫn lạc lõng ngồi nhìn mây Thành quả đôi lúc nó là những thứ mà mình không nhìn thấy Yeah, và Biggie chết năm 97 7 năm, 7 năm nó là hoàn hảo để tao quay lại 04 đến vĩnh cửu, đến khi tao nằm lại trong linh cữu Mấy thằng như mày thì tao đéo muốn dính líu, oh Nằm ở cái góc khuất và quá nhỏ bé để mà nhìn thấy Quá to lớn để mà định nghĩa Và có những thứ thì chẳng qua là mình bịa ra cho vui Cho vơi cái nỗi buồn còn bỏ túi Cho nhẹ bớt cái gánh nặng còn vác vai Bớt lao đao cái thân xác lạc loài Trấn tĩnh cái linh hồn như con ác quái đang tác oai nhưng ra vẻ bác ái Nên, thôi, có gì mình lại đốt nữa đi Nên, thôi, có gì mình lại đốt nữa đi
Và có những thứ chẳng hiểu nổi Có những chuyện chẳng đi đến đâu Có những thứ như lần đầu Có những đam mê chẳng được lâu Vài giấc mơ đang bỏ bê Vài cảm xúc đang lặng lẽ Có những hứa hẹn làm người buồn Va khốn nạn cũng có luôn Nhưng tao biết tao chưa bao giờ là người xấu Chỉ là đôi lúc chưa được thông minh Cảm giác vẫn đang phải gồng mình Xin lỗi nếu tao chưa hoàn chỉnh Tao cũng đéo hiểu được chính mình Chẳng đủ tốt cũng chẳng tệ Vài tâm tư vứt xó khi nỗi buồn nó rủ rê Cả cuộc đời tao, chưa biết mình cần cái đéo gì Thì đã bị những bàn ngã nó kéo đi Nên cứ vứt xó, những sức ép tao đéo lo Con tim lý chí chơi kéo co Câu chữ lời văn nó méo mó
QuiLLz QQ maybe cause I used the same exact beat they used and slowed it down? They just got knock knock by Monica and slowed it down, that’s what I did and other people are making the beat themselves when they don’t need to
i cop rich flair ripped jeans been there since sixteen styling out in Houston like im Witney these boots are made walking n den walkings what theyll do smoking till im stephen Hawking barely talking but thats why i got my crew smoking weed until i puke greening out, pull a whitie styling swagger drip is fire my attire representing your desires come n find me if you found me n you know ,me then you knowing ima liar who can barely keep it quiet catch me singing like mariah bout thiese topics disrespecting reputations oh im honest i just say it how it is yall can call it gossip im just saying what i think without thinking on my momz this ancient wisdom look around all these children that be down in the dumps well renwoned im a dunce but my sound turning up crowds n im shook
Có Sao Đâu Có sao đâu, nói khẽ thôi, chill đi, tao cũng sắp lại té rồi Cái nghiệp thì đéo thằng nào mà né nổi Làm những thứ mình phải thôi, có những lúc gió khẽ thổi, mình rẽ vội Chứ đéo ai biết cái đường đời Hết cái thời nghịch ngu lên phường chơi Có những cái tình cảnh mình đéo lường tới Chết tại chờ nắm đấm địch thủ đang trên đường mới thủ thế Nên thua, thua chẳng vì lý do gì cụ thể Thua vì vài ước mơ nó rủ rê Thua vì cái tính tình, hoặc giả thua vì mình là chính mình Thua vì thiếu toan tính Thứ tao có thể làm thì ko hoàn chỉnh Tao đã có thể chiến thắng nhưng yêu hoà bình, lại hoãn binh Sống như 1 thói quen, như thể quán tính Bán tín và bán nghi Vì tao tin đời khó lường Đã có... Những lý lẽ tưởng tỏ tường, rồi cả những ước mơ to tướng Có những cơn ác mộng đến khi tao còn đang mở mắt, khiến tao đổ mồ hôi lạnh Và tụi mày vẫn cố mà xé 1 câu nói ra khỏi cái bối cảnh Cuối cùng thì ko có đúng, chẳng có sai, chỉ có những điều mà nó phải như thế Tha thứ đi, vì có những điều thì nó chỉ là cái tự vệ Lo sợ hay thủ thế, dễ quên cái sự thể, lạc chủ đề Yee, yee, Yee, có lẽ đời miên man Với những con tim bằng đá, với những cái miệng như dao, và cả những đôi mắt lăm le hình viên đạn, mà... Nhưng rồi có những hơi ấm nó đã đến từ cái tấm lòng Những đôi tai lắng nghe, những cái chạm nhẹ dưới làn da Và cả những tiếng cười lan toả, uh Dù có những đứa hay thích chơi trò chọc gậy vào nan hoa Rồi thì... Vơi đi mất 1 nửa, vẫn còn 1 nửa đầy Cuộc đời đôi lúc nó là những thứ mà mình con chưa thấy Đốt thêm 1 điếu nữa ông ơi, tôi mạng hoả Thực ra thì cũng chẳng có gì thay đổi nhiều trong những ngày tháng qua Vẫn lạc lõng ngồi nhìn mây Thành quả đôi lúc nó là những thứ mà mình ko nhìn thấy Yeah và Biggie chết năm 97 7 năm, 7 năm nó là hoàn hảo để tao quay lại 04 đến vĩnh cửu, đến khi tao nằm lại trong linh cữu mấy thằng như mày tao đéo muốn dính líu, uh Nằm ở cái góc khuất và quá nhỏ bé để mà nhìn thấy Quá to lớn để mà định nghĩa Và có những thứ chẳng qua là mình bịa ra cho vui cho vơi cái nỗi buồn còn bỏ túi Cho nhẹ bớt cái gánh nặng còn vác vai Bớt lao đao cái thân xác lạc loài Chấn tĩnh cái linh hồn như con ác quái đang tác oai Nhưng ra vẻ bác ái Nên, thôi, có gì mình lại đốt nữa đi
niggas gimme the cold shoulda i can speak for myself the belt match with the shoes they say louie themself the flow blow off the dust take the books from the shelf and freshen up with the knowledge i be working like elves these books is hatin on a mothafucka young like me and if you get the book reference shouts to t-t-c and if you don’t then google buffalo the white face got me and I’ve been feelin kinda cold like some north-ass hockey They can’t stop me I step in the ring I’m like rocky or I’m Tyson in his prime everytime I’m feelin cocky shouts to asap knew about the beat before but ima snap ye produce this shit I feel invited like a welcome mat to spit a track or a little verse or two I’m gettin that you know my raps is versatile I’m takin over any track I’m fire off the barbecue the heli when you rendezvous the saving grace I’m saving face like outer space and rocket fuel like honestly I gotta speak you soundin like a pip squeak or a dog toy chew out if you step to me a bitch I see like 1 and 2 and 3 that’s four the kids you see I’m counting up the dollars ‘for I burn em blowin smoke and trees nobody murder me I’m killin the beat with clear cogency the poetry I’m coming up slowly but stay locally like how get I these dollars if you claim nobody heard of me you hurtin me ? nah you just making me laugh the fact is you want beef but you small as a calf I’m bout me and the Town know you wack off the graph it’s so sad can we get a little bread for yo ass you say PLEASE KG don’t do me like that I’m boutta draw me a bath I think I needa relax too much hate for Wacks but they keep on fuckin tryin that’s no printer like facts I need the beat to come back have an asthma attack I can’t breathe those are more than words since ‘14 Garner had no gun what would happen not forseen now it’s been 4 years still the same thing we got people killin people this the dream of dr King? fuck a skin color what you rustled? and yo friends huddled take a sweet track and bring all the negative from the rubble that’s just my two-cents that I had to deliver I still feel for the fam be I ain’t cry me a river cause what do tears do I’m in the corner mixin elixir I get buzzed like a bee so my flowers is bigger I’m so sicker thinkin of yackin off yack liquor while you jackin in the back of the club- I gotcha sister smackin lips you got nothin but chub and cold blisters I’m takin over radios, speakers, and transistors
L’histoire est simple elle se répète de boucle en boucle on parle d’une fin mais elle toujours pas arriver on père des être cher ou au moment le moins appropriée
Cuộc đời này lúc nào cũng có cái tốt và cái xấu, nhưng cái xấu nó bao trùm cả Thế Giới chứ chẳng chừa ai đâu, có những người lúc nào cũng cho rằng mình đúng chứ chẳng sai đâu, có những không thể mua được bằng tiền mà phải dùng sức lực của mình để thẳng tiến, có những người không giàu sang nhưng họ không đầu hàng, có những người thì bất tài nhưng không bao giờ thất bại, có những cuộc chinh chiến lại diễn ra giữa sự bình yên, đồng tiền bây giờ nó quyết định cuộc sống, rồi nó cho mày xuống vực thẳm như mấy con chuột cống, xã hội bây giờ quá loạn lạc, rồi nó bắt tao phải dọn rác, có những khi tao gục ngã nhưng không cảm thấy nhục nhã, oh, tao bỏ mặc tất cả để làm công dân lương thiện, mặc cho bọn nó khinh còn tao tùy cơ ứng biến, yeah, và có lúc cái lí trí nó khác cái suy nghĩ, câu trả lời là gì mày nghĩ đi, thời gian như gió thổi, phản đối liệu có tội, gió đi rồi không bao giờ quay lại nhưng bình minh sẽ tới vào ngày mai, nó giúp tâm hồn tao thoát ra khỏi nhà tù, áp lực là cai ngục, tính tình như dã thú, vạn vật đều tồn tại hay chỉ là đồn đại, có lẽ cái tôi trong tao vẫn chưa được nhận thức vì tao đang đấu với nỗi sợ...không cân sức, có những lúc tao không kiểm soát được bản thân nên tính mạng nhiều khi bị treo trên cán cân, và bản thân thì không có cơ hội để thay đổi, chưa có tiền trong tay thì chày cối, nhưng gia đình vẫn hạnh phúc là may rồi, tao có được như vậy đâu phải dễ, lúc trước nghe cha mẹ thì giờ đâu phải thế, cuộc sống nó mở cho tao một cơ hội, muốn làm lớn nhưng tỉnh giấc là mơ thôi, lớn rồi nhưng vẫn chưa làm được gì, mày chửi tao thì thử làm trước đi rồi quay lại gặp tao trách móc gì, chưa biết thì sao không lo học đi, yên tâm vì tao không tính học phí, oh, có những đêm dài bất tận tao không ngủ được, không quyết đoán vì bọn nó là lũ nhu nhược, cuộc sống thì chưa bao giờ là dễ vì bản chất của nó luôn là thế, mà thôi bớt suy nghĩ nhiều cho đời nó thư thái, mình đau khổ là do mình chứ từ ai, tao dựng lên những bức tường không phải để ngăn cách mà để xem thằng nào quan tâm phá bỏ, can đảm làm được thì để tao lo cho nhà nó, mày có biết, tao không dạy mày về kiến thức nhưng tao dạy mày cách suy nghĩ, còn nếu không muốn nghe thì mày cứ đi đi, chả ai ngờ rằng cuộc sống cần nhân cách chứ không phải nhân tài, muốn thành công thì mày phải học cách nhẫn nại, giữa thiện và ác tao học ở bên thiện, uh phải, tao chọn sự im lặng thay vì phải lên tiếng. -NVT-
That's hot and horny Don't say shit like that AWGE You gon' show me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What's good? Is that potato salad? Yo, listen Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller You get pressed and X'd out, triangle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers 'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien Got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball Face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmans in the classes All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin' and rappin' Mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find a actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap Lab's labyrinth Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth Calldrops on the album skits (ayo) I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck, boy You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah) K shiz, what up, nigga? I have nothing cool to do
Ayy, you gon' start me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What's good? Is that potato salad? Yo, listen Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we? Rocky, A$AP GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari' Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, Based God in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you) Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmens in the classes All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find an actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus "Calldrops" on the album skits Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck boy You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah! K shiz, what up nigga!
Im lặng thôi, biết nói gì chỉ mỗi vài câu từ thông dụng cái gì cần phải nói đằng nào cũng lủng lẳng trên không trung Ai ko nghe nên cảm nhận Tao ko nghe, để bao nhiêu năm con quỷ nó bám chân như cái bóng Nó ko chỉ có 2 mặt, nó có cả đến 2 giọng Nói 12 thứ tiếng và biết cách khiến người ta hài lòng Văn của nó kích thích, dù ko dài dòng Sài gòn, ngày nó lượn cũng vài vòng Trong cái dáng lịch lãm, vào là mời ngồi Nó sắp mua đc hết cả thế giới rồi, Uh, cái tốt giờ phải nhường nhịn và nghiến răng Tao thấy cái xấu đang chiến thắng Mấy con rắn hổ mang nguỵ trang mồm lại liến thoắng Nhện độc giăng những sợi tơ vô hình đi săn, Mấy con mồi thì như là cố tình nghĩ ngắn, và... Và lỡ gặp phải con chó điên, thì thôi rồi coi như số mình bị cắn, chứ biết phải làm sao bây giờ Có những thứ chỉ có ở trên điện ảnh, chứ chả dễ mà vỗ ngực Có những kẻ hiền lành đã ra về dù nỗ lực Có những cuộc chiến tranh, ko diễn ra giữa cá thể Cũng ko mang tên 1 tổ chức, uh Nghĩ đi nghĩ lại mất bao nhiêu thời gian rồi còn gì Thủ thuật vĩ đại nhất của con quỷ là thuyết phục đc thế giới rằng nó chưa từng tồn tại Tao đã xuống địa ngục rồi lộn lại Và nỗi đau thì cũng vậy, chẳng có gì là mãi mãi, uh Thằng nào chịu đc đòn lâu hơn thôi Nhiều thằng cũng đã lớn rồi, nhưng chết trước khi về đích Còn quan điểm tao ko xê dịch Mày có thể cắt vào thịt, nhưng mà đéo thể nào chạm đc đến linh hồn Sự chịu đựng, quyết tâm và, cả ý chí Có những lúc ăn ko đủ, đêm ko ngủ, ngày mộng du Hoà bình với thế giới rồi, nhưng vẫn còn nợ con quỷ hợp đồng cũ Ngày xưa mu muội cũng xa rồi Ngày nay khôn lanh thế nào vẫn đéo hiểu đc cái xã hội Muốn thử nhiều, cuộc sống tao giống bài làm nháp, Cái đầu u tối thì rồi cũng phạm pháp, nhưng chưa đến nỗi phải tù tội Kiến thức của tao cũng cũ rồi Chém gió thì cũng chẳng mất gì, chứ Hoá học thì tao cũng ngu thôi cũng đéo biết nhiều về vật lý Tao đéo có học về thiên văn lại càng ko nghiên cứu khí tượng Cũng chẳng có nhiều ý tưởng mấy Nhưng đôi khi có vài cái hay Kế hoạch tao thì cứ để nó lại cho mai này Học hành tao chẳng đến đâu, uh Đéo phải con ông này bà nọ, yo Ít tiền bặp bẹ nói chuyện mãi chẳng nên câu, chữ Nhiều việc thì làm như thể để cho có Và vẫn còn nhiều thứ để về so đo Còn lắm cạm bãy lằng nhằng khó hiểu, nhiều đòn rung Lựa chọn đôi lúc chẳng có nhiều, nhưng có lẽ có vài lựa chọn đúng
Went to go see Broadway present Hamilton Front row with the brow found myself Pampering The NBA called me out and fined me for tampering Who said I had 50k These chances I be squandering The money I be laundering Like frodo from the shire I'm not lost I'm just wandering The pain from the game Just prepares you for fame Cuz now I'm a baller just stay in yo lane Ooooh there goes my thirst with the shots I stick to the backwoods and fill them with pot My eyes roll back to indulge in my thoughts My soul needs to marinade Not left with a care in the world A room with a view ignoring the news I'm new to the league so hand me the chew Like squints paladores I make the first move Hey hey just call me Hercules manners in my pocket when I ask I say please Got a wardrobe full of plain white tees Drained them in Clorox I stained them with HI-C I got a list of bad habits longer than it takes for a rabbit to skedaddle on his way when I'm on acid Say hello to the yellow brick road I come with flow Like Mario bros Down on the corner Smoking marijuana Listening foreigner I had an epiphany Like a Mozart symphony In a trans just listening I felt the whole world glistening Was it me or was it you I start to feel that nothing's true But the sky's so baby blue Makes you feel so fucking good I'm golfwang for life And theres nothing you can fucking do Actually I guess theres one thing Never mind let's get back to the funk Got a schwinn bicycle with raised up handle bars Painted lime green like a par three And I got many more I'm kind of a loner Your next favorite stoner Grew up on the cudi's and heath ledgers joker I listened to mac and all his personas feeling the love from all of the scene Going thru life on full battery waiting for shooting stars spent nights just wishing Be careful If you blink you might miss it Theres a home run sent for the stands I live on the road with ye's favorite band 20 bill sold that's Franz Ferdinand They take me out back To smoke up the grass Like a John deer I install fear I got the weapons to control my aggression So class is in session put down your possessions Haha theres goes that old ringtone blast from the past like a vitamin flintstone I go for the head like I'm call of duty ozone Still like a scarecrow I hide from the wind thou I guess this is how it ends I'll leave you wanting more So now I press send
This instrumental sound like it can go with the OG playStation musical rapping video game PaRappa The Rapper.. listening to this instrumental got me thinking about that game in thought.. Reminiscing those times
@@MyManJFKTV yeah Of course I’ll buy it too on day one because that game is our day one like the rest.. God of war, sly Cooper , that skeleton guy from medieval game , ratchet and clank , Jack & dexter , parappa , what else ? ooh gta San Andreas most famous relevant childhood game and it goes on to etc what we all played when millions of us was a kid ones ..
Life fulla regrets, Gang fulla rejects, But since we made it out, Everybody resets, And this is what we neglect, The fact that we can eject, And make some space, CTR+alt+dlt, in other words,erase. And spend some time, Working on your peace of mind, On your next masterpiece of rhyme, Pen and paper and a glass of wine, This classy beat just makes us seem refined.....but no, Who the fuck are we tryna fool, Labelled as tools, Because we didn't pay attention in school, Follow the rules, For us that was just dribble and drool, In Search of diamonds and jewels, Through a flow that was cruel, And I'm confident YOU'LL...see, That it isn't easy to be me.... (I'll keep going depending on feedback) Peace
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller You get pressed and X'd out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers 'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien Got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball Face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmans in the classes All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin' and rappin' Mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find a actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap Lab's labyrinth Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth Calldrops on the album skits (ayo) I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck, boy You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah) K shiz, what up nigga! I have nothing cool to do
Talented he rode into the sun Icarus his skeleton, Winged dance for fun Heres the thing All the bones in closet, Move to drum Doesnt matter if you only one Cuz now you got a follow Now you got a dream Suture of the Surgeon Science Split its Seam Seams that the teams All want meta how Go ask tron, 3 said show me now
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we? Rocky, A$AP GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari' Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, Based God in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you) Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmens in the classes All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find an actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus "Calldrops" on the album skits
I got a couple beats I done ran over making a plan of em, Waiting for the day I take a team and the fam rolling, Stay with the ham odor ape on the cam on em, Great with every way I seem to slay with hand on it, Papers I done made with lyrics written all damn over, Praying for a day I get a play on the Pandora, Cake and a land Rover, Place and land owner,, Placing a brand on it, I'm greatness I planned on it, My plate full of lamb shoulder I ate wit a fan on it, My steak is heating up I need to wait for the ban over, Told you I was Tatum how I make it look glamourus, Hit it Lawrence Tate and make the play for my fan order, Rating my jam over the critical handler, Say my composition is a make up of man motives, Came out the sand on em, Patiently stand on em, Used to hesitate but now I stay with the can open, I check my phone and see if any changes in hand on it, I think the flow is taking more elation and rambling, Saying I don't make it with no plain understanding it, That's pronunciation of my take on this grand event, Hate to feel bland in it no hate only fam in it, Help my close associates in wait for a chance homie, Maybe I can only if we get up handle it, Fade away from all our clouded dreams and make plans for it, Take away from all of our demons we was in tandem with, Top it off with meaning so our scheme is no candle lit, Never lose the heat our subtle sequence emaculate, Recently I pieced it all for mere product clarity, Fear is not my place so all my tapes are a my plan of hits, Book of a man who did it all for him and his family, Make it all magnificent for sake of it landed in, Places where it get him out of things others standing in, Days of hopeless pain and all his patience how can it be, Meant for no good reason or a way for his fantasy, Send him to the place where he can say it on camera screens, Mic and product placement mixing plays telling fans it be right and how much work it take to say now he can achieve, Fight for power over our complacency cancelling guidance through the doubt and how we taking a chance to be, Better than the down and out he used let jam his heat, Now it's automatic round no cannon no hand conceal on another topic now it's manuscript hand appeal, Found you a can of feel for more understanding here so that's about the half my how I think my whole plan should feel,
having thoughts of living broken and dreams are steady frozen but time is forever flowing my rhymes are going never sit still like my mind on the go can’t seem to stop my thinking I worry to much I exhausted myself any chances of right I fucked it and left god gave me roses I burn to death can’t do good if Im misunderstood, I just want someone that will understand what I’m going through depression eating away the longer the hours the closer away
Got it crossing the mind. That’s me on the grind. I’m a shine line for line. Drought that they on. While I’m making a find. Hustle be the street shift Bosses move in silence The fake talk a lot, yes You could learn a thing or two from my music, bet Live it to the fullest worry less about fusion Love above it all fuck the lust some drop to ball they the ones fall Lily pad foes sucker ducking them hoes You know how the story done go Laugh and count residuals, currency growth Painted on a portrait The image they draw Ain’t worried about there agenda my pedestal ball Family over everything, no dropping that ball I’ll be up with them stars above it all
Love is not a game for a rapper, But when I get the chance Imma tap her, Lonely ass mumbles and trappers, Nah ah, When he walk down a street what it seem, Telling me bout how he wanna dream, Wutang, stop drop roll like C.R.E.A.M, I’m being bright like beam, Making money for the team, When moms told me the reason for the crying, I told her I was gonna keep on trying, Told her she ain’t dying, Little did my mom know I could’ve been lying, Suiciding, What all these other failures be providing, When the g gone that when I slide in, Legit don’t know just thought some shit
i been writing to this damn beat for 5 years... this is the longest time I've ever worked on a beat and have changed it quite often. idk, this beat deserves perfection. in contrast, the shortest time its taken me to write a song to a beat is an hour. the beat lol? G Eazy's "Calm Down" lmaooo
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller You get pressed and X'd out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers 'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien Got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball Face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmans in the classes All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin' and rappin' Mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find a actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap Lab's labyrinth Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth Calldrops on the album skits (ayo) I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck, boy You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah)
Yo, now you gon' start me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What's good? Is that potato salad? Yo, listen [Verse 1: Tyler the Creator] Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we? Rocky, A$AP GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari
A cosmic mutation causing cells to form into a thing that we like to call a human being He came in the night time, his mom went in as one but um, she came out as 2 So as he sits in his room wondering how he came to be The answer is, there really may be no answer at all The only way to rise is to fall Looking to the night sky They took em as a nice guy He never relized he had wings he never learned to fly He learned to fall, better than them all He was blessed beyond belief just to be conceived A beating chest as he sat beneath the turning leafs Shades of colors, cool and warm Hate your brothers, truly torn Clothes in the cupboards never worn The battle was never won, the treaty was never signed He pierced the native tongue as a reading of the mind If you turn your back to the darkness you still can’t see huh
Dollars getting passed around/cops are tryna pat me down/I am not an outcast but my family went N cast me out/all I do is keep it real N fake ones wanna ask me how/you're too good for seconds? but your wallets full of hand me downs/back against the wall N people still be tryna back me down/ I aint backing out/ stab me in the back, ill sav it out/hard to control this temper whenever, I never remember blacking out/we can make a scene I'll be that muthafucka acting out/ lose your life or take one/ knowing that day may come/if I keep chillin with the homies momma said to stay away from/can't stand all of this hating shit, I swear to God/ I'm paralyzed/coming back to back with bullshit like a muthafuckin pair of lies/so if they dare to try/I don't care to die/won't spare a life/their lies just got me weak for weeks, I keep laughing at their despise/I can feel it in the air despite/all the tension no one seems to mention/ look a killer in dem eyes N you be seeing your demise
Ignore: Ralph Lauren môj jacket to je polo ako C A tvoja hoe dnes nebude fakt solo ako Ch A marco polo hoe v bazéne je hot ako ss A beceda na tie kurvy zrovnám ich od A po Z A V garaží je astra jehám odkedy som kid Hide and seek keď po ulici chodím Rovno choď sa skryť boi Chlapci robia crip walk, v riti majú bydlo Podávaju ruky potom potrebujem mydlo Ciga blunt a pivo, korona je sicc boi Matovič už stačilo nechajte ma žiť život Koruna jak biggie boi, vydrž moj budem kráľ jak willam Ctite sa divnô rýmy dilujem,
Thisisa amatuer rap 그리고 난 그에 맞게 아마추어한 랩을 뱉어 아니면 말해 아니면 침을 튀겨 아니면 귀에다 때려박어 그리고 그걸 따라하고 싶은 애들이 many 그리고 그런 애들이 내 스트레스 풀기용 샌드백 걔네 어차피 덤벼봤자 four lines get checkmate 그리고 새로운 장르 찾으러 가야돼 Like a gay rap 비하는 nah 그냥 아무도 시도한 적이 없잖아 나도 가끔 들어 그런 생각 빡센 랩과 미친놈 컨셉 잡고 가면 다 뒤질게 뻔해서 You know it? OK 그렇담 이 곡은 또 페북아니면 중고딩 멋쟁이들이 빠른 랩 아니면 욕 들어간 랩 뒤진다며 빨아주겠지 뭐 그런 것도 없음 좆돼 물론 그런 게 내 곡 I'm fine thang But I'm amateur rapper That's okay? Oh really? Your song is like a suck trash bag It's hard to say but the meaning was I just fuck that Also with bad meaning 그래 알았어 그럼 나도 fuck that 아마추어 타이틀 달기는 너무 빡세고 프로 달기는 너무 약해 씨발 이게 무슨 골프냐? 난 그냥 내 얘기와 내가 원하는 가살 쓸 뿐 닥쳐라 니네 피드백 I'll do my thing And I don't fuck with you 이게 내 모토 골퍼아니니 난 그냥 내걸 할게 듣던가 말던가 해라 이 카피캣 좆밥들아 가사 베끼고 원하는 게 뭘 베낄지 난 알어 근데 난 그것보다 원하는 게 훨씬 더 값져 물론 니넨 못 갖고 갖고 싶지도 않겠지 그러니 let's go to your fuckin down graph 난 쳐다도 안 볼게 그건 나에겐 저질같은 movie theme 이러다 결국 다 역사로 물론 니네 빼고 낄라하지마 그러다 좆 돼 그러다 let's go to your fuckin down graph 난 쳐다도 안 볼게 그건 나에게 저질같은 movie theme 이러다 결국 역사로 물론 니네 빼고 낄라하지마 그러다 진짜 좆돼
That's hot and horny Don't say shit like that AWGE You gon' show me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What's good? Is that potato salad? Yo, listen Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller You get pressed and X'd out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers 'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien Got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball Face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmans in the classes All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin' and rappin' Mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find a actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap Lab's labyrinth Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth Calldrops on the album skits (ayo) I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck, boy You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah) K shiz, what up nigga! I have nothing cool to do
runnin runnin runnin goin as fast as i can just wanna catch the flow so im ready to jam to jam words together the world goes on forever however i still gotta fuck everything up i wanna stay in the moment like times stuck but take a good look a at the clock the hand struck 3 you see you cant see you wont see you cant vizualize with your insolent eyes you cut all your ties don’t care if i die don’t care if your shy ill care if you cry
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill 'em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we? Rocky, A$AP GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari' [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you) Bless, at you, nah, I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmens in the classes All the super seniors' mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find an actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus "CALLDROPS" on the album skits [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck boy You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch, it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
Hunnid on some white for snow reason Heart so cold man it got my soul freezin When im all alone say hello to my demons Is it real am i dreamin try to find something to believe in Always been the same mood change like seasons Pops heard my song now he thinks i need jesus Tryin to mislead us with the lies that they feed us Yung jace back on the board Hit a triple double and they ask for the score Give it all i got and they still askin for more Whos that at the door At the trap stackin stack it some more This money come and go no x and os Gimme the best of both
Ayy, you gon' start me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man What's good? Is that potato salad? Yo, listen Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Y'all niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we? Rocky, A$AP GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari' Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, Based God in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you) Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmens in the classes All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin' Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find an actual challenge I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus "Calldrops" on the album skits Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck boy You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah! K shiz, what up nigga!
Kanye West was making all the best R&B beats in the early 2000's.
He was making beats for Monica and Keysheia Cole
Just found out today Kanye made it. No matter how many masterpieces I hear that he produced I somehow am always amazed
S. S tyler made the beat
Pablo Mcclaren 💀💀💀💀 what? Ye made that beat for his freshman adjustment mixtape back in 06
Ziyad Kide nah, tyler made this beat dawg look it up
Ziyad Kide look up “who made the potato salad beat”
this would easily be a 90's rap song
if only you know haha
Godfather - Family Affairs
kanye made this beat like 20 years ago
yoo, I miss this shit - it makes me cry
Feels like it was yesterday
Half these comment section fools dont even know this is a reworked kanye beat
MrAuthentic39 fax
Monica - Knock Knock
You’re welcome 🗣✨
J. Cole Knock Knock, you're welcome
Classic 70s song “Its a Terrible thing to waste your love” By the Masquraders. Plus KANYE sampled it first. so WRONG WRONG AND WRONG
Your ALL welcome
😂😂
Jcole ripped this beat too for anyone who don't know
Sound like the intro to a PS2 game
I think its good
Damn, yeah
Back in the days .. I agree to that comment ..sound like it came from a parappa the rapper game Instrumental
This ain't a purse it's a Satchel!
atchu'
@@quasimotoz Then I matchu'
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
then I think about the state of rapping,
all the freshmen and the classes
@@bbcroc mumblin and ramblin
This is Knock Knock by Monica
Duhh
Yep. But slightly pitched down.
lol who can't understand that
Maybe shouldve put that in the description rather than leaving unknowing people to assume he made it
And cadilac music by devin the dude
If I had credits to the end of my life I'd use this instrumental for sure...overlooking a sunset a feeling of freedom is what it sparks out of me.
Kanye made this beat
Who asked @@kazamere7
This beat makes me cry hard.. This is what real hip hop sounds like
we are lost Thank Kanye then for making this beat
we are lost facts
@@DrakeTheDrizz kanye didn't make it. Monica did.
DanceVEVO Monica didn't produce it. Missy Elliot and Kanye Did. Monica just sang over it
DrakeTheDrizz oh you right .
Man. These comments have me dead. Especially the ones asking if it's free or not 😂
Tribulation Aka J Trouble dam right
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X'd out, triangle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmans in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin'
Mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the album skits (ayo)
I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck, boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah)
damn bro you got some crazy bars, why don't you try to hop on the beat i'd like to hear that
@@zakilarbi4268 bruh. It's the lyrics to the actual song.
@@MapleMaf1ahahahah
Kanye is the goat 💯 he can everything what an hip hop artist needs he could make an album that he created only by himself 🔥
Kanye has always been a way better producer than rapper
this would be fire if tyler and asap rocky were on it
Ur kidding right💀
@@grooviemcsmoothie nah man I can imagine it now and it would be so tight if they did
This honestly one of the most beautiful songs
0:46 mumble rapping?
Eg Ir How?
@@dynamiczero387 thats what he says in the song, i think
I find it hard to find actual talent
Imagine listing to this while high 😂😂😂
Konke Mthembu do it
dont do it you will go to jail
Konke Mthembu Im High Asf Rn😂😂🔥💨💯
I is high bro
Im high right now , posted in SA mayn!!
This beat was originally a kanye beat/ song and was called Apologize then he gave the beat to Monica for the song Knock Knock
These kids don’t even know
Có sao đâu!
Nói khẽ thôi!
Chill đi!
Tao cũng sắp lại té rồi
Cái nghiệp thì đéo thằng nào mà né nổi
Làm những thứ mình phải thôi
Có những lúc gió khẽ thổi, mình rẽ vội
Chứ đéo ai biết được cái đường đời
Hết cái thời nghịch ngu, lên phường chơi
Có những cái tình cảnh mình đéo lường tới
Chết tại chờ nắm đấm địch thủ đang trên đường mới thủ thế
Nên thua, thua chẳng vì lý do gì cụ thể
Thua vì vài ước mơ nó rủ rê
Thua vì cái tính tình, hoặc giả thua vì mình là chính mình
Thua vì thiếu toan tính
Thứ tao có thể làm thì không hoàn chỉnh
Tao đã có thể chiến thắng nhưng yêu hòa bình, lại hoãn binh
Sống như một thói quen, như thể quán tính
Bán tín và bán nghi
Vì tao tin đời khó lường
Đã có...
Những lý lẽ tưởng tỏ tường và cả những ước mơ to tướng
Những lý lẽ tưởng tỏ tường và cả những ước mơ to tướng
Có những cơn ác mộng đến khi tao còn đang mở mắt, khiến tao đổ mồ hôi lạnh
Và tụi mày vẫn cố mà xé một câu nói ra khỏi cái bối cảnh
Cuối cùng thì...
Không có đúng, chẳng có sai, chỉ có những điều mà nó phải như thế
Tha thứ đi, vì có những điều thì nó chỉ là cái tự vệ
Lo sợ hay thủ thế, dễ quên cái sự thể, lạc chủ đề
Yee, yee
Yee, có lẽ đời là miên man với những con tìm bằng đá
Với những cái miệng như dao và cả những đôi mắt lăm le hình viên đạn, mà...
Nhưng rồi có những hơi ấm nó đã đến từ cái tấm lòng, những đôi tai lắng nghe
Những cái chạm nhẹ dưới làn da và cả những tiếng cười lan tỏa, oh
Dù có những đứa hay thích chơi trò chọc gậy vào nan hoa
Rồi thì...
Vơi đi mất một nửa, vẫn còn một nửa đầy
Cuộc đời đôi lúc nó là những thứ mà mình còn chưa thấy
Đốt thêm một điếu nữa ông ơi, tôi mạng hỏa
Thực ra thì cũng chẳng có gì thay đổi nhiều trong những ngày tháng qua
Vẫn lạc lõng ngồi nhìn mây
Thành quả đôi lúc nó là những thứ mà mình không nhìn thấy
Yeah, và Biggie chết năm 97
7 năm, 7 năm nó là hoàn hảo để tao quay lại
04 đến vĩnh cửu, đến khi tao nằm lại trong linh cữu
Mấy thằng như mày thì tao đéo muốn dính líu, oh
Nằm ở cái góc khuất và quá nhỏ bé để mà nhìn thấy
Quá to lớn để mà định nghĩa
Và có những thứ thì chẳng qua là mình bịa ra cho vui
Cho vơi cái nỗi buồn còn bỏ túi
Cho nhẹ bớt cái gánh nặng còn vác vai
Bớt lao đao cái thân xác lạc loài
Trấn tĩnh cái linh hồn như con ác quái đang tác oai nhưng ra vẻ bác ái
Nên, thôi, có gì mình lại đốt nữa đi
Nên, thôi, có gì mình lại đốt nữa đi
Man went off in Vietnamese ig
@@FukGZillattps://ua-cam.com/video/vlYDqOu3BnI/v-deo.html. Here is his rap
shit go hard!!!! big ups to the creator and asap!!!
And Ye for makin the beat
KANYE MADE THIS FUCKING BEAT THATS CRAZY !!
Và có những thứ chẳng hiểu nổi
Có những chuyện chẳng đi đến đâu
Có những thứ như lần đầu
Có những đam mê chẳng được lâu
Vài giấc mơ đang bỏ bê
Vài cảm xúc đang lặng lẽ
Có những hứa hẹn làm người buồn
Va khốn nạn cũng có luôn
Nhưng tao biết tao chưa bao giờ là người xấu
Chỉ là đôi lúc chưa được thông minh
Cảm giác vẫn đang phải gồng mình
Xin lỗi nếu tao chưa hoàn chỉnh
Tao cũng đéo hiểu được chính mình
Chẳng đủ tốt cũng chẳng tệ
Vài tâm tư vứt xó khi nỗi buồn nó rủ rê
Cả cuộc đời tao, chưa biết mình cần cái đéo gì
Thì đã bị những bàn ngã nó kéo đi
Nên cứ vứt xó, những sức ép tao đéo lo
Con tim lý chí chơi kéo co
Câu chữ lời văn nó méo mó
Lại bảo ko nghe nhạc dsk đê
Yo didnt jcole rap over this already on the warm up?
TakeItEasy MG don’t think so
He did.
What song was that I cant remember lol
Knock knock
Thank you bro, no one seems to know
BEST ONE OUT SO FAR
QuiLLz QQ maybe cause I used the same exact beat they used and slowed it down? They just got knock knock by Monica and slowed it down, that’s what I did and other people are making the beat themselves when they don’t need to
kjam68
W
i cop rich flair ripped jeans
been there since sixteen
styling out in Houston like im Witney
these boots are made walking
n den walkings what theyll do
smoking till im stephen Hawking
barely talking but thats why i got my crew
smoking weed until i puke
greening out, pull a whitie
styling swagger drip is fire
my attire representing your desires
come n find me
if you found me n you know ,me then you knowing ima liar
who can barely keep it quiet
catch me singing like mariah
bout thiese topics disrespecting reputations
oh im honest i just say it how it is
yall can call it gossip im just saying what i think
without thinking on my momz this ancient wisdom
look around all these children that be down in the dumps
well renwoned im a dunce
but my sound turning up crowds n im shook
Có Sao Đâu
Có sao đâu, nói khẽ thôi, chill đi, tao cũng sắp lại té rồi
Cái nghiệp thì đéo thằng nào mà né nổi
Làm những thứ mình phải thôi, có những lúc gió khẽ thổi, mình rẽ vội
Chứ đéo ai biết cái đường đời
Hết cái thời nghịch ngu lên phường chơi
Có những cái tình cảnh mình đéo lường tới
Chết tại chờ nắm đấm địch thủ đang trên đường mới thủ thế
Nên thua, thua chẳng vì lý do gì cụ thể
Thua vì vài ước mơ nó rủ rê
Thua vì cái tính tình, hoặc giả thua vì mình là chính mình
Thua vì thiếu toan tính
Thứ tao có thể làm thì ko hoàn chỉnh
Tao đã có thể chiến thắng nhưng yêu hoà bình, lại hoãn binh
Sống như 1 thói quen, như thể quán tính
Bán tín và bán nghi
Vì tao tin đời khó lường
Đã có... Những lý lẽ tưởng tỏ tường, rồi cả những ước mơ to tướng
Có những cơn ác mộng đến khi tao còn đang mở mắt, khiến tao đổ mồ hôi lạnh
Và tụi mày vẫn cố mà xé 1 câu nói ra khỏi cái bối cảnh
Cuối cùng thì ko có đúng, chẳng có sai, chỉ có những điều mà nó phải như thế
Tha thứ đi, vì có những điều thì nó chỉ là cái tự vệ
Lo sợ hay thủ thế, dễ quên cái sự thể, lạc chủ đề
Yee, yee, Yee, có lẽ đời miên man
Với những con tim bằng đá, với những cái miệng như dao, và cả những đôi mắt lăm le hình viên đạn, mà...
Nhưng rồi có những hơi ấm nó đã đến từ cái tấm lòng
Những đôi tai lắng nghe, những cái chạm nhẹ dưới làn da
Và cả những tiếng cười lan toả, uh
Dù có những đứa hay thích chơi trò chọc gậy vào nan hoa
Rồi thì...
Vơi đi mất 1 nửa, vẫn còn 1 nửa đầy
Cuộc đời đôi lúc nó là những thứ mà mình con chưa thấy
Đốt thêm 1 điếu nữa ông ơi, tôi mạng hoả
Thực ra thì cũng chẳng có gì thay đổi nhiều trong những ngày tháng qua
Vẫn lạc lõng ngồi nhìn mây
Thành quả đôi lúc nó là những thứ mà mình ko nhìn thấy
Yeah và Biggie chết năm 97
7 năm, 7 năm nó là hoàn hảo để tao quay lại
04 đến vĩnh cửu, đến khi tao nằm lại trong linh cữu
mấy thằng như mày tao đéo muốn dính líu, uh
Nằm ở cái góc khuất và quá nhỏ bé để mà nhìn thấy
Quá to lớn để mà định nghĩa
Và có những thứ chẳng qua là mình bịa ra cho vui
cho vơi cái nỗi buồn còn bỏ túi
Cho nhẹ bớt cái gánh nặng còn vác vai
Bớt lao đao cái thân xác lạc loài
Chấn tĩnh cái linh hồn như con ác quái đang tác oai
Nhưng ra vẻ bác ái
Nên, thôi, có gì mình lại đốt nữa đi
Lmao the fact that people don’t know that this is knock knock
I feel so bad for Tyler. #FreeRocky
niggas gimme the cold shoulda i can speak for myself
the belt match with the shoes
they say louie themself
the flow blow off the dust take the books from the shelf
and freshen up with the knowledge i be working like elves
these books is hatin on a mothafucka young like me
and if you get the book reference shouts to t-t-c
and if you don’t then google buffalo
the white face got me
and I’ve been feelin kinda cold like some north-ass hockey
They can’t stop me
I step in the ring I’m like rocky
or I’m Tyson in his prime everytime I’m feelin cocky
shouts to asap
knew about the beat before but ima snap
ye produce this shit
I feel invited like a welcome mat
to spit a track
or a little verse or two I’m gettin that
you know my raps is versatile
I’m takin over any track
I’m fire off the barbecue
the heli when you rendezvous
the saving grace I’m saving face like outer space and rocket fuel
like honestly
I gotta speak
you soundin like a pip squeak
or a dog toy chew out if you step to me
a bitch I see like
1 and 2 and 3 that’s four the kids you see
I’m counting up the dollars ‘for I burn em
blowin smoke and trees
nobody murder me
I’m killin the beat with clear cogency
the poetry
I’m coming up slowly but stay locally
like how get I these dollars if you claim nobody heard of me
you hurtin me ?
nah you just making me laugh
the fact is you want beef but you small as a calf
I’m bout me
and the Town know you wack off the graph
it’s so sad can we get a little bread for yo ass
you say PLEASE
KG don’t do me like that
I’m boutta draw me a bath
I think I needa relax
too much hate for Wacks
but they keep on fuckin tryin
that’s no printer like facts
I need the beat to come back
have an asthma attack
I can’t breathe
those are more than words since ‘14
Garner had no gun
what would happen not forseen
now it’s been 4 years
still the same thing
we got people killin people
this the dream of dr King?
fuck a skin color
what you rustled?
and yo friends huddled
take a sweet track and bring all the negative from the rubble
that’s just my two-cents that I had to deliver
I still feel for the fam be I ain’t cry me a river
cause what do tears do
I’m in the corner mixin elixir
I get buzzed like a bee so my flowers is bigger
I’m so sicker
thinkin of yackin off yack liquor
while you jackin in the back of the club- I gotcha sister
smackin lips you got nothin but chub
and cold blisters
I’m takin over radios, speakers, and transistors
(keep it going)
Bro fuck listening to it high listen to it tripping balls.
thanksgiving left overs so good had to pull this up while eating that potato salad boiii
Kanye a genius
L’histoire est simple elle se répète de boucle en boucle on parle d’une fin mais elle toujours pas arriver on père des être cher ou au moment le moins appropriée
J Cole ate this up on "The Warm Up"
MrFoggyG what song?
bluryz knock knock
Y’all never heard of Monica
Please stop posting your raps
Cuộc đời này lúc nào cũng có cái tốt và cái xấu, nhưng cái xấu nó bao trùm cả Thế Giới chứ chẳng chừa ai đâu, có những người lúc nào cũng cho rằng mình đúng chứ chẳng sai đâu, có những không thể mua được bằng tiền mà phải dùng sức lực của mình để thẳng tiến, có những người không giàu sang nhưng họ không đầu hàng, có những người thì bất tài nhưng không bao giờ thất bại, có những cuộc chinh chiến lại diễn ra giữa sự bình yên, đồng tiền bây giờ nó quyết định cuộc sống, rồi nó cho mày xuống vực thẳm như mấy con chuột cống, xã hội bây giờ quá loạn lạc, rồi nó bắt tao phải dọn rác, có những khi tao gục ngã nhưng không cảm thấy nhục nhã, oh, tao bỏ mặc tất cả để làm công dân lương thiện, mặc cho bọn nó khinh còn tao tùy cơ ứng biến, yeah, và có lúc cái lí trí nó khác cái suy nghĩ, câu trả lời là gì mày nghĩ đi, thời gian như gió thổi, phản đối liệu có tội, gió đi rồi không bao giờ quay lại nhưng bình minh sẽ tới vào ngày mai, nó giúp tâm hồn tao thoát ra khỏi nhà tù, áp lực là cai ngục, tính tình như dã thú, vạn vật đều tồn tại hay chỉ là đồn đại, có lẽ cái tôi trong tao vẫn chưa được nhận thức vì tao đang đấu với nỗi sợ...không cân sức, có những lúc tao không kiểm soát được bản thân nên tính mạng nhiều khi bị treo trên cán cân, và bản thân thì không có cơ hội để thay đổi, chưa có tiền trong tay thì chày cối, nhưng gia đình vẫn hạnh phúc là may rồi, tao có được như vậy đâu phải dễ, lúc trước nghe cha mẹ thì giờ đâu phải thế, cuộc sống nó mở cho tao một cơ hội, muốn làm lớn nhưng tỉnh giấc là mơ thôi, lớn rồi nhưng vẫn chưa làm được gì, mày chửi tao thì thử làm trước đi rồi quay lại gặp tao trách móc gì, chưa biết thì sao không lo học đi, yên tâm vì tao không tính học phí, oh, có những đêm dài bất tận tao không ngủ được, không quyết đoán vì bọn nó là lũ nhu nhược, cuộc sống thì chưa bao giờ là dễ vì bản chất của nó luôn là thế, mà thôi bớt suy nghĩ nhiều cho đời nó thư thái, mình đau khổ là do mình chứ từ ai, tao dựng lên những bức tường không phải để ngăn cách mà để xem thằng nào quan tâm phá bỏ, can đảm làm được thì để tao lo cho nhà nó, mày có biết, tao không dạy mày về kiến thức nhưng tao dạy mày cách suy nghĩ, còn nếu không muốn nghe thì mày cứ đi đi, chả ai ngờ rằng cuộc sống cần nhân cách chứ không phải nhân tài, muốn thành công thì mày phải học cách nhẫn nại, giữa thiện và ác tao học ở bên thiện, uh phải, tao chọn sự im lặng thay vì phải lên tiếng.
-NVT-
Feels like such a peaceful beat
0:10 0:10
0:10 0:10
That's hot and horny
Don't say shit like that
AWGE
You gon' show me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X'd out, triangle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmans in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin'
Mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the album skits (ayo)
I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck, boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah)
K shiz, what up, nigga?
I have nothing cool to do
0:10 0:45
Ayy, you gon' start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari'
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, Based
God in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album skits
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
K shiz, what up nigga!
0:32
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Thank me later, this one sounds EXACT. Plus this version came out way before they freestyled off it
Monica - knock knock is the original song
0:08
Im lặng thôi, biết nói gì chỉ mỗi vài câu từ thông dụng
cái gì cần phải nói đằng nào cũng lủng lẳng trên không trung
Ai ko nghe nên cảm nhận
Tao ko nghe, để bao nhiêu năm con quỷ nó bám chân như cái bóng
Nó ko chỉ có 2 mặt, nó có cả đến 2 giọng
Nói 12 thứ tiếng và biết cách khiến người ta hài lòng
Văn của nó kích thích, dù ko dài dòng
Sài gòn, ngày nó lượn cũng vài vòng
Trong cái dáng lịch lãm, vào là mời ngồi
Nó sắp mua đc hết cả thế giới rồi,
Uh, cái tốt giờ phải nhường nhịn và nghiến răng
Tao thấy cái xấu đang chiến thắng
Mấy con rắn hổ mang nguỵ trang mồm lại liến thoắng
Nhện độc giăng những sợi tơ vô hình đi săn,
Mấy con mồi thì như là cố tình nghĩ ngắn, và...
Và lỡ gặp phải con chó điên, thì thôi rồi coi như số mình bị cắn, chứ biết phải làm sao bây giờ
Có những thứ chỉ có ở trên điện ảnh, chứ chả dễ mà vỗ ngực
Có những kẻ hiền lành đã ra về dù nỗ lực
Có những cuộc chiến tranh, ko diễn ra giữa cá thể
Cũng ko mang tên 1 tổ chức, uh
Nghĩ đi nghĩ lại mất bao nhiêu thời gian rồi còn gì
Thủ thuật vĩ đại nhất của con quỷ là thuyết phục đc thế giới rằng nó chưa từng tồn tại
Tao đã xuống địa ngục rồi lộn lại
Và nỗi đau thì cũng vậy, chẳng có gì là mãi mãi, uh
Thằng nào chịu đc đòn lâu hơn thôi
Nhiều thằng cũng đã lớn rồi, nhưng chết trước khi về đích
Còn quan điểm tao ko xê dịch
Mày có thể cắt vào thịt, nhưng mà đéo thể nào chạm đc đến linh hồn
Sự chịu đựng, quyết tâm và, cả ý chí
Có những lúc ăn ko đủ, đêm ko ngủ, ngày mộng du
Hoà bình với thế giới rồi, nhưng vẫn còn nợ con quỷ hợp đồng cũ
Ngày xưa mu muội cũng xa rồi
Ngày nay khôn lanh thế nào vẫn đéo hiểu đc cái xã hội
Muốn thử nhiều, cuộc sống tao giống bài làm nháp,
Cái đầu u tối thì rồi cũng phạm pháp, nhưng chưa đến nỗi phải tù tội
Kiến thức của tao cũng cũ rồi
Chém gió thì cũng chẳng mất gì, chứ
Hoá học thì tao cũng ngu thôi
cũng đéo biết nhiều về vật lý
Tao đéo có học về thiên văn
lại càng ko nghiên cứu khí tượng
Cũng chẳng có nhiều ý tưởng mấy
Nhưng đôi khi có vài cái hay
Kế hoạch tao thì cứ để nó lại cho mai này
Học hành tao chẳng đến đâu, uh
Đéo phải con ông này bà nọ, yo
Ít tiền bặp bẹ nói chuyện mãi chẳng nên câu, chữ
Nhiều việc thì làm như thể để cho có
Và vẫn còn nhiều thứ để về so đo
Còn lắm cạm bãy lằng nhằng khó hiểu, nhiều đòn rung
Lựa chọn đôi lúc chẳng có nhiều, nhưng có lẽ có vài lựa chọn đúng
Went to go see Broadway present Hamilton
Front row with the brow found myself
Pampering
The NBA called me out and fined me for tampering
Who said I had 50k
These chances I be squandering
The money I be laundering
Like frodo from the shire I'm not lost I'm just wandering
The pain from the game
Just prepares you for fame
Cuz now I'm a baller just stay in yo lane
Ooooh there goes my thirst with the shots
I stick to the backwoods and fill them with pot
My eyes roll back to indulge in my thoughts
My soul needs to marinade
Not left with a care in the world
A room with a view ignoring the news
I'm new to the league so hand me the chew
Like squints paladores I make the first move
Hey hey just call me Hercules
manners in my pocket when I ask I say please
Got a wardrobe full of plain white tees
Drained them in Clorox
I stained them with HI-C
I got a list of bad habits longer than it takes for a rabbit to skedaddle on his way when I'm on acid
Say hello to the yellow brick road
I come with flow
Like Mario bros
Down on the corner
Smoking marijuana
Listening foreigner
I had an epiphany
Like a Mozart symphony
In a trans just listening
I felt the whole world glistening
Was it me or was it you
I start to feel that nothing's true
But the sky's so baby blue
Makes you feel so fucking good
I'm golfwang for life
And theres nothing you can fucking do
Actually I guess theres one thing
Never mind let's get back to the funk
Got a schwinn bicycle with raised up handle bars
Painted lime green like a par three
And I got many more
I'm kind of a loner
Your next favorite stoner
Grew up on the cudi's and heath ledgers joker
I listened to mac and all his personas
feeling the love from all of the scene
Going thru life on full battery
waiting for shooting stars spent nights just wishing
Be careful If you blink you might miss it
Theres a home run sent for the stands
I live on the road with ye's favorite band
20 bill sold that's Franz Ferdinand
They take me out back
To smoke up the grass
Like a John deer
I install fear
I got the weapons to control my aggression
So class is in session put down your possessions
Haha theres goes that old ringtone
blast from the past like a vitamin flintstone
I go for the head like I'm call of duty ozone
Still like a scarecrow
I hide from the wind thou
I guess this is how it ends
I'll leave you wanting more
So now I press send
corey woods lmao this is fucking fire bro
@@louiscollins5959 thanks man. I never disappoint
Someone gotta put this on top of kanye's apologize so we can have a version without that woman crying
Có sao đâu!
Nói khẽ thôi!
Chill đi!
Tao cũng sắp lại té rồi
Cái nghiệp thì đéo thằng nào mà né nổi
Làm những thứ mình phải thôi
I literally just killed this beat
This instrumental sound like it can go with the OG playStation musical rapping video game PaRappa The Rapper.. listening to this instrumental got me thinking about that game in thought.. Reminiscing those times
Parappa the Rapper 2 music box music for sure
@@MyManJFKTV as of now while we are all grown up Sony should let the creators who created that game come back one more time for us og fans ..
@@FIVEFIFTE - Truth. I’d buy it day one.
@@MyManJFKTV yeah Of course I’ll buy it too on day one because that game is our day one like the rest.. God of war, sly Cooper , that skeleton guy from medieval game , ratchet and clank , Jack & dexter , parappa , what else ? ooh gta San Andreas most famous relevant childhood game and it goes on to etc what we all played when millions of us was a kid ones ..
Life fulla regrets,
Gang fulla rejects,
But since we made it out,
Everybody resets,
And this is what we neglect,
The fact that we can eject,
And make some space,
CTR+alt+dlt, in other words,erase.
And spend some time,
Working on your peace of mind,
On your next masterpiece of rhyme,
Pen and paper and a glass of wine,
This classy beat just makes us seem refined.....but no,
Who the fuck are we tryna fool,
Labelled as tools,
Because we didn't pay attention in school,
Follow the rules,
For us that was just dribble and drool,
In Search of diamonds and jewels,
Through a flow that was cruel,
And I'm confident YOU'LL...see,
That it isn't easy to be me....
(I'll keep going depending on feedback)
Peace
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X'd out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmans in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin'
Mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the album skits (ayo)
I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck, boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah)
K shiz, what up nigga!
I have nothing cool to do
Kanye I love u
1970s music, I love you*
Talented he rode into the sun
Icarus his skeleton,
Winged dance for fun
Heres the thing
All the bones in closet,
Move to drum
Doesnt matter if you only one
Cuz now you got a follow
Now you got a dream
Suture of the Surgeon
Science Split its Seam
Seams that the teams
All want meta how
Go ask tron,
3 said show me now
give up on rapping 🙏
@@salimpracticaljokerno raps, spell casting only. If you knew how to read or write you’d be able to tell the difference
Ye killed this beat
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari'
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, Based
God in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album skits
I got a couple beats I done ran over making a plan of em,
Waiting for the day I take a team and the fam rolling,
Stay with the ham odor ape on the cam on em,
Great with every way I seem to slay with hand on it,
Papers I done made with lyrics written all damn over,
Praying for a day I get a play on the Pandora,
Cake and a land Rover,
Place and land owner,,
Placing a brand on it,
I'm greatness I planned on it,
My plate full of lamb shoulder I ate wit a fan on it,
My steak is heating up I need to wait for the ban over,
Told you I was Tatum how I make it look glamourus,
Hit it Lawrence Tate and make the play for my fan order,
Rating my jam over the critical handler,
Say my composition is a make up of man motives,
Came out the sand on em,
Patiently stand on em,
Used to hesitate but now I stay with the can open,
I check my phone and see if any changes in hand on it,
I think the flow is taking more elation and rambling,
Saying I don't make it with no plain understanding it,
That's pronunciation of my take on this grand event,
Hate to feel bland in it no hate only fam in it,
Help my close associates in wait for a chance homie,
Maybe I can only if we get up handle it,
Fade away from all our clouded dreams and make plans for it,
Take away from all of our demons we was in tandem with,
Top it off with meaning so our scheme is no candle lit,
Never lose the heat our subtle sequence emaculate,
Recently I pieced it all for mere product clarity,
Fear is not my place so all my tapes are a my plan of hits,
Book of a man who did it all for him and his family,
Make it all magnificent for sake of it landed in,
Places where it get him out of things others standing in,
Days of hopeless pain and all his patience how can it be,
Meant for no good reason or a way for his fantasy,
Send him to the place where he can say it on camera screens,
Mic and product placement mixing plays telling fans it be right and how much work it take to say now he can achieve,
Fight for power over our complacency cancelling guidance through the doubt and how we taking a chance to be,
Better than the down and out he used let jam his heat,
Now it's automatic round no cannon no hand conceal on another topic now it's manuscript hand appeal,
Found you a can of feel for more understanding here so that's about the half my how I think my whole plan should feel,
bruhhhhhh....... this shit was fire
Never knew cole rapped on this beat in a song called knock knock
THAT SWITCH AT 1:19 IS THE BEST PART
No
No
No
I'm the channel that chu watch
I'm the ammo in the glock
It is pretty cool
The intro reversed is beautiful
The producer who made this originally is a genius
PRXD VENOM kanye
@SorenP and missy elliott
having thoughts of living broken and dreams are steady frozen but time is forever flowing my rhymes are going never sit still like my mind on the go can’t seem to stop my thinking I worry to much I exhausted myself any chances of right I fucked it and left god gave me roses I burn to death can’t do good if Im misunderstood, I just want someone that will understand what I’m going through depression eating away the longer the hours the closer away
This melody is so nice wow
Got it crossing the mind.
That’s me on the grind.
I’m a shine line for line.
Drought that they on.
While I’m making a find.
Hustle be the street shift
Bosses move in silence
The fake talk a lot, yes
You could learn a thing or two from my music, bet
Live it to the fullest worry less about fusion
Love above it all fuck the lust some drop to ball they the ones fall
Lily pad foes sucker ducking them hoes
You know how the story done go
Laugh and count residuals, currency growth
Painted on a portrait
The image they draw
Ain’t worried about there agenda my pedestal ball
Family over everything, no dropping that ball
I’ll be up with them stars above it all
Love is not a game for a rapper,
But when I get the chance Imma tap her,
Lonely ass mumbles and trappers,
Nah ah,
When he walk down a street what it seem,
Telling me bout how he wanna dream,
Wutang, stop drop roll like C.R.E.A.M,
I’m being bright like beam,
Making money for the team,
When moms told me the reason for the crying,
I told her I was gonna keep on trying,
Told her she ain’t dying,
Little did my mom know I could’ve been lying,
Suiciding,
What all these other failures be providing,
When the g gone that when I slide in,
Legit don’t know just thought some shit
i been writing to this damn beat for 5 years... this is the longest time I've ever worked on a beat and have changed it quite often. idk, this beat deserves perfection. in contrast, the shortest time its taken me to write a song to a beat is an hour. the beat lol? G Eazy's "Calm Down" lmaooo
What is the fucking sample to this song
Raegan Leslie ua-cam.com/video/E5Clbj_U_Ic/v-deo.html
It starts right at the beginning
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X'd out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmans in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin'
Mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the album skits (ayo)
I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck, boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah)
will give sloppy head for flp
No one:
Rei Ayanami destroying the world:
Yo, now you gon' start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari
A cosmic mutation causing cells to form into a thing that we like to call a human being
He came in the night time, his mom went in as one but um, she came out as 2
So as he sits in his room wondering how he came to be
The answer is, there really may be no answer at all
The only way to rise is to fall
Looking to the night sky
They took em as a nice guy
He never relized he had wings he never learned to fly
He learned to fall, better than them all
He was blessed beyond belief just to be conceived
A beating chest as he sat beneath the turning leafs
Shades of colors, cool and warm
Hate your brothers, truly torn
Clothes in the cupboards never worn
The battle was never won, the treaty was never signed
He pierced the native tongue as a reading of the mind
If you turn your back to the darkness you still can’t see huh
The picture is an aesthetic ngl
Dollars getting passed around/cops are tryna pat me down/I am not an outcast but my family went N cast me out/all I do is keep it real N fake ones wanna ask me how/you're too good for seconds? but your wallets full of hand me downs/back against the wall N people still be tryna back me down/ I aint backing out/ stab me in the back, ill sav it out/hard to control this temper whenever, I never remember blacking out/we can make a scene I'll be that muthafucka acting out/ lose your life or take one/ knowing that day may come/if I keep chillin with the homies momma said to stay away from/can't stand all of this hating shit, I swear to God/ I'm paralyzed/coming back to back with bullshit like a muthafuckin pair of lies/so if they dare to try/I don't care to die/won't spare a life/their lies just got me weak for weeks, I keep laughing at their despise/I can feel it in the air despite/all the tension no one seems to mention/ look a killer in dem eyes N you be seeing your demise
Weirdo of my class, never liked as a kid, now I’m making tunes they wanna fuck wit tha kidd
This is so nice, can i use this in my video for background music??🙌🏼😇
Pay me $1000 , then you can use this instrumental in your video
knew that freshman adjustment song sounded familiar
👍
Wowww
This picture makes me fucking sad knowing Rocky is still locked up in Sweden. #FREEASAP
I'm using this beat thanks
Literally my sleep music
Imagine Wayne on this beat 😫🔥
Im creative like tyler
and i be rocky like asap
My flow is so robotic they be callin me baemax
They be really hatin cus they cant get they bae back
Not bad.
That was good
Nooiiicccceeee
여기가 아니지
내가 뿌리박은 도신
몸뚱인 군대에 있어도
아부다비 라니까
난 애초에 색다르게 해 생각
정신, 시간의 방에
구멍 뚫고 살잖아
Ignore:
Ralph Lauren môj jacket to je polo ako C
A tvoja hoe dnes nebude fakt solo ako Ch
A marco polo hoe v bazéne je hot ako ss
A beceda na tie kurvy zrovnám ich od A po Z
A
V garaží je astra jehám odkedy som kid
Hide and seek keď po ulici chodím
Rovno choď sa skryť boi
Chlapci robia crip walk, v riti majú bydlo
Podávaju ruky potom potrebujem mydlo
Ciga blunt a pivo, korona je sicc boi
Matovič už stačilo nechajte ma žiť život
Koruna jak biggie boi, vydrž moj budem kráľ jak willam
Ctite sa divnô rýmy dilujem,
천민자본주의 위에 찍을 마침표
뿌리부터 곧이 뻗은 가지 매 달린
과실의 form은 the origin
그게 내 심볼 모두를 비추게 될
세상을 바라볼 새 창
마치 미망인의 배필
그게 내 rappin. ONE.
Thisisa amatuer rap
그리고 난 그에 맞게 아마추어한 랩을
뱉어 아니면 말해 아니면 침을 튀겨
아니면 귀에다 때려박어
그리고 그걸 따라하고 싶은 애들이 many
그리고 그런 애들이 내 스트레스 풀기용 샌드백
걔네 어차피 덤벼봤자 four lines get checkmate
그리고 새로운 장르 찾으러 가야돼
Like a gay rap 비하는 nah
그냥 아무도 시도한 적이 없잖아
나도 가끔 들어 그런 생각
빡센 랩과 미친놈 컨셉
잡고 가면 다 뒤질게 뻔해서 You know it? OK
그렇담 이 곡은 또 페북아니면 중고딩 멋쟁이들이
빠른 랩 아니면 욕 들어간 랩
뒤진다며 빨아주겠지 뭐
그런 것도 없음 좆돼
물론 그런 게 내 곡 I'm fine thang
But I'm amateur rapper
That's okay? Oh really?
Your song is like a suck trash bag
It's hard to say
but the meaning was I just fuck that
Also with bad meaning
그래 알았어 그럼 나도 fuck that
아마추어 타이틀 달기는 너무 빡세고
프로 달기는 너무 약해
씨발 이게 무슨 골프냐?
난 그냥 내 얘기와
내가 원하는 가살 쓸 뿐
닥쳐라 니네 피드백
I'll do my thing
And I don't fuck with you
이게 내 모토
골퍼아니니 난 그냥 내걸 할게
듣던가 말던가 해라
이 카피캣 좆밥들아
가사 베끼고 원하는 게 뭘 베낄지 난 알어
근데 난 그것보다 원하는 게 훨씬 더 값져
물론 니넨 못 갖고
갖고 싶지도 않겠지
그러니 let's go to your fuckin down graph
난 쳐다도 안 볼게
그건 나에겐 저질같은 movie theme
이러다 결국 다 역사로
물론 니네 빼고 낄라하지마 그러다 좆 돼
그러다 let's go to your fuckin down graph
난 쳐다도 안 볼게
그건 나에게 저질같은 movie theme
이러다 결국 역사로
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That's hot and horny
Don't say shit like that
AWGE
You gon' show me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X'd out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmans in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin'
Mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the album skits (ayo)
I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck, boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah)
K shiz, what up nigga!
I have nothing cool to do
runnin runnin runnin goin as fast as i can
just wanna catch the flow so im ready
to jam
to jam
words together
the world goes on forever
however
i still gotta fuck
everything up
i wanna stay in the moment
like times stuck
but take a good look a at the clock
the hand struck
3
you see
you cant see
you wont see
you cant vizualize
with your insolent eyes
you cut all your ties
don’t care if i die
don’t care if your shy
ill care if you cry
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill 'em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari'
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah, I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors' mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"CALLDROPS" on the album skits
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch, it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
Hunnid on some white for snow reason
Heart so cold man it got my soul freezin
When im all alone say hello to my demons
Is it real am i dreamin try to find something to believe in
Always been the same mood change like seasons
Pops heard my song now he thinks i need jesus
Tryin to mislead us with the lies that they feed us
Yung jace back on the board
Hit a triple double and they ask for the score
Give it all i got and they still askin for more
Whos that at the door
At the trap stackin stack it some more
This money come and go no x and os
Gimme the best of both
stop..?
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라 말하던 소년은 거센 풍파를 거쳐
점 점 무더져 갔어 굳센 갈망은
Ayy, you gon' start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari'
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, Based
God in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album skits
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!
K shiz, what up nigga!
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