Death on my block ain't worried Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin' Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that Chain and your watch, I need all that (All that) M's in the bank, I need all that So run it, mane Front row at the Grammys, I'm getting praises from JAY Fuck about this award, I'm happy he know my name Favorite rapper, Nas, been told me that I'm the best Had a couple sessions with Dre, knew I would win Alchemist my favorite producer, and he my friend All this love from the greats, put my passion in pen Let me tell you 'bout this story where Quincy died, I started I left jail on house arrest and now ever since I've been starvin' You know, pain on my mama's face when the opps'll call me a loser And the cheap shit, her son quit sports to become a Crip Another single mother that failed, lost her son in the mix Workin' hard through all her problems, her son just couldn't be fixed Got off house arrest, just sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool The first Fig-Side originals, and you ain't gotta recruit Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew Flossy B was locked in, but he normal, he came through Nigga, 51st and Fig, on the corner Mayhem was slaughtered months later like this shit ain't happened, I'm with my daughter At the laundry mat, the shots rang off, I ducked to the back Wishin' for a strap but hear more fire from Tiny Rat Got the devil on my side while the Lord been pushin' me over I can finally understand why my uncles was never sober Dead beat dad on the gas, that gas my motor Either grab the mic, nigga, grab the same pistola I can easily tell my story now and climb from this moment Just imagine Joy's hope if I died next mornin' Just imagine some of these rappers that ain't have Q The godfather of this street shit that gave y'all truth From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitch, I'm déjà vu You see my homie in the hood 'cause I hate y'all too Ooh, death on my block, ain't worried Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin' Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that Chain and your watch, I need all that (All that) M's in the bank, I need all that (All that) Ten freaky girls, need all that (All that) Love from the world, need all that So run it, mane
You know whenever i see "Reprod" i always get that mad sigh. But holy shit dude this is literally the fuckin beat! I dont know what type of wizardry youre workin with but i fuck with it!
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin' Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back Dope in the hood ain't movin' like that, uh Chain and your watch, I need all that, all that M's in the bank, I need all that So run it, mane Front row at the Grammys, I'm getting praises from Jay Fuck about this award, I'm happy he know my name Favorite rapper Nas been told me that I'm the best Had a couple sessions with Dre, knew I would win Alchemist my favorite producer, and he my friend All this love from the greats put my passion in pen Let me tell you 'bout this story, when Quincy died, it had started I left jail on house arrest and now ever since I've been starvin' You know pain on my mama's face when the opps can call me a loser Ain't a cheap shit, her son quit sports to become a Crip 'Nother single mother that failed, lost her son in the mix Workin' hard through all her problems, her son just couldn't be fixed Got off house arrest, sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool The first Figg Side originals, you ain't gotta recruit Tony Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew Flossy B was locked in, but was normal, he came through Nigga, 51st and Figg, on the corner, mayhem was slaughtered months later Like this shit ain't happened, I'm with my daughter At the laundromat, the shots rang off, I ducked to the back Wishin' for a strap but hear more fire from Tiny Rat Got the devil on my side while the Lord been pushin' me over I can finally understand why my uncles was never sober Deadbeat dad on the gas, that gas my motor Either grab the mic, nigga, grab the same pistola I can easily tell my story now and climb from this moment Just imagine Joy hopes if I died next mornin' Just imagine some of these rappers that ain't have Q The godfather of this street shit that gave y'all truth From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitch, I'm déjà vu You see my homie in the hood 'cause I hate y'all too, ooh Death on my block, ain't worried Glide through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin' Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that, uh Chain and your watch, I need all that, all that M's in the bank, I need all that, all that Ten freaky girls, need all that, all that Love from the world, need all that So run it, mane
You can talk about this You can talk about that Life is odd trial and tribulations Have you taking a step back See it’s no surprise your son can rap Tried trapping smoked up half fronted my shit they never hit back No cap I’m back my typo can’t match No weed needed a shot of henney have me on full actack Many criticize my vision Put the guns down and pay attion Cops shooting us down another young black body found Over what your color we cane over on ships Loved each other has your own brother
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Damn bro sounding just like Alchemist dope reproduce
Preciate you 🔥
Alchemist didn't produce this.
@@matthewhewitt4145 I said "Sounds LIKE" Alchemist
Ayy nice old school vibes fam, that bass is crazy! I enjoyed listening to this, clicked that like button to show my support, keep it up 🔥🔥🔥
Bless
Masterfully done sir 👏
nice work homie this ones my favorite
Thank you ❤
Death on my block ain't worried
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that
Chain and your watch, I need all that (All that)
M's in the bank, I need all that
So run it, mane
Front row at the Grammys, I'm getting praises from JAY
Fuck about this award, I'm happy he know my name
Favorite rapper, Nas, been told me that I'm the best
Had a couple sessions with Dre, knew I would win
Alchemist my favorite producer, and he my friend
All this love from the greats, put my passion in pen
Let me tell you 'bout this story where Quincy died, I started
I left jail on house arrest and now ever since I've been starvin'
You know, pain on my mama's face when the opps'll call me a loser
And the cheap shit, her son quit sports to become a Crip
Another single mother that failed, lost her son in the mix
Workin' hard through all her problems, her son just couldn't be fixed
Got off house arrest, just sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes
Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too
Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool
The first Fig-Side originals, and you ain't gotta recruit
Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew
Flossy B was locked in, but he normal, he came through
Nigga, 51st and Fig, on the corner
Mayhem was slaughtered months later like this shit ain't happened, I'm with my daughter
At the laundry mat, the shots rang off, I ducked to the back
Wishin' for a strap but hear more fire from Tiny Rat
Got the devil on my side while the Lord been pushin' me over
I can finally understand why my uncles was never sober
Dead beat dad on the gas, that gas my motor
Either grab the mic, nigga, grab the same pistola
I can easily tell my story now and climb from this moment
Just imagine Joy's hope if I died next mornin'
Just imagine some of these rappers that ain't have Q
The godfather of this street shit that gave y'all truth
From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitch, I'm déjà vu
You see my homie in the hood 'cause I hate y'all too
Ooh, death on my block, ain't worried
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that
Chain and your watch, I need all that (All that)
M's in the bank, I need all that (All that)
Ten freaky girls, need all that (All that)
Love from the world, need all that
So run it, mane
You know whenever i see "Reprod" i always get that mad sigh. But holy shit dude this is literally the fuckin beat! I dont know what type of wizardry youre workin with but i fuck with it!
Thank you 🙏🏾
Perfection
Great video! keep it up 💯
best one 🔥🔥
🙏🏿🙏🏿
We gotta work together! Just herd this beat for the 1st time 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Heatttttttttt 🗣💫🧘🏾♂️🌱
Sup bro whats the drum did you use?
So would you get in trouble if you used this
Dope
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood ain't movin' like that, uh
Chain and your watch, I need all that, all that
M's in the bank, I need all that
So run it, mane
Front row at the Grammys, I'm getting praises from Jay
Fuck about this award, I'm happy he know my name
Favorite rapper Nas been told me that I'm the best
Had a couple sessions with Dre, knew I would win
Alchemist my favorite producer, and he my friend
All this love from the greats put my passion in pen
Let me tell you 'bout this story, when Quincy died, it had started
I left jail on house arrest and now ever since I've been starvin'
You know pain on my mama's face when the opps can call me a loser
Ain't a cheap shit, her son quit sports to become a Crip
'Nother single mother that failed, lost her son in the mix
Workin' hard through all her problems, her son just couldn't be fixed
Got off house arrest, sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes
Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too
Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool
The first Figg Side originals, you ain't gotta recruit
Tony Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew
Flossy B was locked in, but was normal, he came through
Nigga, 51st and Figg, on the corner, mayhem was slaughtered months later
Like this shit ain't happened, I'm with my daughter
At the laundromat, the shots rang off, I ducked to the back
Wishin' for a strap but hear more fire from Tiny Rat
Got the devil on my side while the Lord been pushin' me over
I can finally understand why my uncles was never sober
Deadbeat dad on the gas, that gas my motor
Either grab the mic, nigga, grab the same pistola
I can easily tell my story now and climb from this moment
Just imagine Joy hopes if I died next mornin'
Just imagine some of these rappers that ain't have Q
The godfather of this street shit that gave y'all truth
From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitch, I'm déjà vu
You see my homie in the hood 'cause I hate y'all too, ooh
Death on my block, ain't worried
Glide through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that, uh
Chain and your watch, I need all that, all that
M's in the bank, I need all that, all that
Ten freaky girls, need all that, all that
Love from the world, need all that
So run it, mane
*Sidenote:* Ignore the "Trophy" in the middle. 😂
just like Alc
This aint a reprod. You just cut the track at the beginning and end.
Facts lol
You can talk about this
You can talk about that
Life is odd trial and tribulations
Have you taking a step back
See it’s no surprise your son can rap
Tried trapping smoked up half
fronted my shit they never hit back
No cap I’m back my typo can’t match
No weed needed a shot of henney have me on full actack
Many criticize my vision
Put the guns down and pay attion
Cops shooting us down another young black body found
Over what your color we cane over on ships
Loved each other has your own brother
I did a Freestyle on my Channel