Everyone has a story, Everyone has a worry As we stare into the stars To assess ourselves Not holding back a prisoner of stress These stripes on my back making it easy for the hatters to lay shots. Laying low praying to above that the gunshots end with me alive and able to fight on, Because eventually my brain will cease to remember my lines I already struggle with all the weed I inhale for a (24 hour period of time) So 24 hours Thats the timeline And its beginning to get dark storm clouds bringing rain on the horizon, Trying to hurry up and wash this cash In a rush I miss a glimpse at the firgure hustling to get inside the building, thinking I am now fucked I pop the tunk to find my arsenal of tools to end a fool, I choose carefully Making sure the silencer is ready I was hoping to retire, But thats life as it throws a curve so your left to hurtle over the obstacles like a couple floors to secretly Enter from the exterior. As I pull up my ropes and put my laser (its a pen) to this glass to peirce through so easily, pulling myself into this pig pen, I see bottles of liquor all over the floor like traps for a broken mind trying not to slip, got to find, the man I saw, wandering looking at photos wondering what rage would cause someone to do this, as I see the blood on the walls feeling my heart begin to fall, knowing this man is already dead on his back, sounds of radio chatter comming fro the adjacent hall, a doorway connecting the rooms through a wall, I might be trying to stall but my legs know the errors of my ways and they carry me anyway. Into this well set dim lit shroud of aura my inner soul whispers pull the trigger don't look twice. Don't think about sparing, this shit dosnt happen twice. I barge in gun drawn ready to pop in the direction of my ops, And he sits casually looking out through one eye, knife protruding sideways out his other, I give a quick prayer and a shout out to his mother. Knowing time is of essence ,I hollow my heart so when I cross paths I can tear apart this formidable foe, as I climb another floor to enter an old memory as It comes back to me staring at a mirror with bloodstained handprint this can't be, it was me and I just let it slip my mind I already seen this crime it was me yet why was I possessed to come back was it a ghost am I being haunted as reality take a switch and cop lights light up the street, so unique when I open a doorway into the light and watch it pour out into those few smiling tonight. Goodnight. Maybe another time I feel like sharing my mind you will find me.
Nerde o güzel günler hepsi mazide kalmış Bir Tutam ararım ellerim yine başa sarmış İnanmaz kimseye yaram derinden kanarmış Yalnızlığın ortasında gerilerde kalanmış Toz tanelerinin arasında Vericem enerjimi olursa olsun ne pahasına Kalırmıydın gölgelerin arasında Hayat borcumun ödediği parasına Kalamıyorum hiç bir zaman zaten Hayatım en dipte olmuş görmeye kalamadığım bir mahzen Sesleri geliyodu bazen Bazen istiyordum konuşmayı ama bulamıyordum çare Kaçmayı denemedim ama oldular Ben yeşil beklerken hayatıma koydular çoğunda son sürat oldu duygular Yalnızlığımla yaşadığım korkular Yaralarım en derine Kalkıp ekledim hepsini defterime Renkleri yokladım ama siyah Arayıp duruyorum çareme plan İşin uçunda buluyorum yine silah Ama istemem beni etkileyen kitap Boğazım düğüm edemem güzel hitap Seni bana anlatıyo telleriyle gitar Ye ...
Dont ignore paying your dues back pick off a hustler that do slack n before you park ya car, double back n take a cruise past cause boys who jack go for the huge stash So without committing no robbery, son you came and you fathered me cause what gets to you bothers me y'all will see a body piece shipped all over geography I'm not a tease, its a waste for mumble rappers to be placed in the present of days like slaves shackled to chains I rather smoke my smoke and drink my drink
🌎2022 is the year my music blows up,God has a plan for me🙏🏾💫
espectacular! ya a por los 100K, eres una bestia
Vibes 🔥⚡
Everyone has a story,
Everyone has a worry
As we stare into the stars
To assess ourselves
Not holding back a prisoner of stress
These stripes on my back making it easy for the hatters to lay shots.
Laying low praying to above that the gunshots end with me alive and able to fight on,
Because eventually my brain will cease to remember my lines I already struggle with all the weed I inhale for a (24 hour period of time)
So 24 hours
Thats the timeline
And its beginning to get dark storm clouds bringing rain on the horizon,
Trying to hurry up and wash this cash
In a rush I miss a glimpse at the firgure hustling to get inside the building, thinking I am now fucked I pop the tunk to find my arsenal of tools to end a fool,
I choose carefully
Making sure the silencer is ready I was hoping to retire,
But thats life as it throws a curve so your left to hurtle over the obstacles like a couple floors to secretly Enter from the exterior.
As I pull up my ropes and put my laser (its a pen) to this glass to peirce through so easily, pulling myself into this pig pen, I see bottles of liquor all over the floor like traps for a broken mind trying not to slip, got to find, the man I saw, wandering looking at photos wondering what rage would cause someone to do this, as I see the blood on the walls feeling my heart begin to fall, knowing this man is already dead on his back, sounds of radio chatter comming fro the adjacent hall, a doorway connecting the rooms through a wall, I might be trying to stall but my legs know the errors of my ways and they carry me anyway. Into this well set dim lit shroud of aura my inner soul whispers pull the trigger don't look twice. Don't think about sparing, this shit dosnt happen twice. I barge in gun drawn ready to pop in the direction of my ops,
And he sits casually looking out through one eye, knife protruding sideways out his other, I give a quick prayer and a shout out to his mother. Knowing time is of essence ,I hollow my heart so when I cross paths I can tear apart this formidable foe, as I climb another floor to enter an old memory as It comes back to me staring at a mirror with bloodstained handprint this can't be, it was me and I just let it slip my mind I already seen this crime it was me yet why was I possessed to come back was it a ghost am I being haunted as reality take a switch and cop lights light up the street, so unique when I open a doorway into the light and watch it pour out into those few smiling tonight. Goodnight.
Maybe another time I feel like sharing my mind you will find me.
Tremendo!
This one is sick 🥵🥵❤️
I liked it hard 🔥
Nerde o güzel günler hepsi mazide kalmış
Bir Tutam ararım ellerim yine başa sarmış
İnanmaz kimseye yaram derinden kanarmış
Yalnızlığın ortasında gerilerde kalanmış
Toz tanelerinin arasında
Vericem enerjimi olursa olsun ne pahasına
Kalırmıydın gölgelerin arasında
Hayat borcumun ödediği parasına
Kalamıyorum hiç bir zaman zaten
Hayatım en dipte olmuş görmeye kalamadığım bir mahzen
Sesleri geliyodu bazen
Bazen istiyordum konuşmayı ama bulamıyordum çare
Kaçmayı denemedim ama oldular
Ben yeşil beklerken hayatıma koydular çoğunda son sürat oldu duygular
Yalnızlığımla yaşadığım korkular
Yaralarım en derine
Kalkıp ekledim hepsini defterime
Renkleri yokladım ama siyah
Arayıp duruyorum çareme plan
İşin uçunda buluyorum yine silah
Ama istemem beni etkileyen kitap
Boğazım düğüm edemem güzel hitap
Seni bana anlatıyo telleriyle gitar
Ye
...
Muy buena🔥
Omg
Preciosa melodía
☄️🔥🌪
ممكن تنورنى في قناتى فيها أجمد الريمكس وأفضل الموسيقى الحماسية الرابط الضغط على صورة قناتى راءيك يهمنى في تعليقات
❤❤❤
🔥🔥
🤤🔥🔥🔥🔥
Grade beat nic
👍👍👍👍
Please change drum patterns, btw much love for your work ❤️
Hii boro
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The legend of X18TINDER.Uno snowquen's is my idol. Hes the person I aspiref to be, hes my light of day ..QQQQ
I have an enthusiastic music channel and rimex need to support my channel image..
Dont ignore paying your dues back pick off a hustler that do slack n before you park ya car, double back n take a cruise past cause boys who jack go for the huge stash
So without committing no robbery, son you came and you fathered me cause what gets to you bothers me y'all will see a body piece shipped all over geography I'm not a tease, its a waste for mumble rappers to be placed in the present of days like slaves shackled to chains I rather smoke my smoke and drink my drink