We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up Lost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you Money only change the ones around you Non-believers listened to your dreams and they clowned you All the same niggas showin' love used to doubt you Feel out of place when all that fake love surround you Bitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to My dawgs on go and it ain't shit to bring them hounds through We don't give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground too And when you fightin' for your life, ain't no round two In the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through Used to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands Tryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends But my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan Flyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand I don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans My girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up All my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it Tweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation Doin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to satan This street's a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration Felt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient If your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it Ridin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated Fake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it Fuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated Promise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til it ain't no more debatin' Prodigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated In that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces Thinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it R.I.P. TimTim, I remember our last conversation We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up
É il primo tiro dal primo giorno La prima volta che ti ho visto sembravo morto Ora ritorno a fare Trap dalla casa Coi miei fratelli in strada La tua roba non mi sfava la tua roba non mi gasa X2 Fumo roba pura pacco dall Honduras Tutto dal vecchio Nokia sennò tornerò in questura Ho un fra che fuma uno che studia Uno che insegue un sogno uno che sta nella paura Ma sono sempre occupato La testa al soldo che poi nemmeno è tutto ma io broke non ci torno Mi fai sentire stupido perdo il controllo Col fiato corto mi ritrovo a zonzo Mi ritrovo sempre qui dal lunedì al lunedì Non ho passaggio brother quindi chiamo un mio g Tanto sto al bar del cinese Ormai gli voglio bene Mi passa una moretti Stai zitto sai che ti conviene Lei sa che siamo iene Comunque muove il culo Spallina per la squad questa hoes ci porta il fumo E con il dream della trap Ho la smania del lusso Ma non ho smania di lei ormai ha perso gusto
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im high ash listening to this beat bout to shed a tear bro. this beat so beautiful
I said the same thing when I first heard it too lmao Appreciate you bro
This beat killing me🕊️⚰️
We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up
Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up
Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough
War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked
Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us
You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up
In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up
Lost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you
Money only change the ones around you
Non-believers listened to your dreams and they clowned you
All the same niggas showin' love used to doubt you
Feel out of place when all that fake love surround you
Bitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to
My dawgs on go and it ain't shit to bring them hounds through
We don't give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground too
And when you fightin' for your life, ain't no round two
In the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through
Used to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands
Tryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends
But my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan
Flyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand
I don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans
My girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can
We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up
Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up
Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough
War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked
Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us
You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up
In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up
All my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it
Tweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation
Doin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to satan
This street's a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it
Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration
Felt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient
If your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it
Ridin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated
Fake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it
Fuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated
Promise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til it ain't no more debatin'
Prodigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated
In that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation
Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces
Thinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it
R.I.P. TimTim, I remember our last conversation
We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up
Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up
Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough
War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked
Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us
You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up
In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up
Yup u got it perfectly nobody else got like u did
you definitely need to be recognized 💯
Been waiting on this one🔥⛽️
Much love bro nice job not that easy of a beat to do
yo this beat is literally an amazing song itself nice job!
It deadass is. Couldn’t help but to remake it. Glookin out 🙏🏾
Nice job you really out did yourself. Keep it up this is going to blow up.
Best One 🔥
E X A C T L Y BRUH PROPS
Aye Is this free to use?
Facts go krazy
É il primo tiro dal primo giorno
La prima volta che ti ho visto sembravo morto
Ora ritorno a fare Trap dalla casa
Coi miei fratelli in strada
La tua roba non mi sfava la tua roba non mi gasa
X2
Fumo roba pura pacco dall Honduras
Tutto dal vecchio Nokia sennò tornerò in questura
Ho un fra che fuma uno che studia
Uno che insegue un sogno uno che sta nella paura
Ma sono sempre occupato
La testa al soldo che poi nemmeno è tutto ma io broke non ci torno
Mi fai sentire stupido perdo il controllo
Col fiato corto mi ritrovo a zonzo
Mi ritrovo sempre qui dal lunedì al lunedì
Non ho passaggio brother quindi chiamo un mio g
Tanto sto al bar del cinese
Ormai gli voglio bene
Mi passa una moretti
Stai zitto sai che ti conviene
Lei sa che siamo iene
Comunque muove il culo
Spallina per la squad questa hoes ci porta il fumo
E con il dream della trap
Ho la smania del lusso
Ma non ho smania di lei ormai ha perso gusto