[FREE] SMINO X BRENT FAIYAZ TYPE BEAT | FAMILIA

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  • Опубліковано 19 гру 2024

КОМЕНТАРІ • 16

  • @PlayboiBeanz
    @PlayboiBeanz Рік тому +1

    wavy one. 🍃

  • @fazerxiii
    @fazerxiii Рік тому

    This one is special 🌊🎹🌐need it

  • @onlyonyeka
    @onlyonyeka Рік тому +1

    beautiful bro 🤍

  • @eitanlevy3005
    @eitanlevy3005 Рік тому

    That’s fire

  • @realamirthehuman
    @realamirthehuman Рік тому

    love this one bro

  • @CactiiJuice
    @CactiiJuice Рік тому

    fye

  • @Venusblue999
    @Venusblue999 Рік тому

    💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

    • @8eenmusic
      @8eenmusic  Рік тому

      ❤❤❤

    • @Venusblue999
      @Venusblue999 Рік тому +1

      @@8eenmusic I made a song with ur beat I wanna work with u one day where u live love from South Africa 😭🤞🏽🇿🇦

  • @ReallyNotJit
    @ReallyNotJit Рік тому +1

    Well Shi, ma boy kno ha ta bring heat.
    The mirror is cracked,
    The man behind it diffracts,
    A reflection of who I am,
    And everything that I lack,
    Walking on this path
    That loops around my past,
    Nothing here ever lasts,
    Except mistakes I amassed,
    A massacre of every version of me,
    The only one that's left, a wreck
    I reckon the flower grown in concrete
    is isolated and not truly blessed,
    Hope the good affects, I progress
    from the failure of success, and live,
    Deep in the pits, burglars steal,
    Drugs, lust, TECs and stainless steels,
    To kill or to be killed? Conceal
    Your identity, ideally integrity
    Wouldn't be compromised,
    To make ends meet, envy and pride
    Infect me, personalize the truth,
    Because I'd rather not caress a lie,
    Self-hatred deafening, big dawg it's in
    The pedigree, The forbidden fruit of
    The family tree, my heredity,
    Two perspectives to being wise,
    But it's a cycle of sin and repentance,
    Ain't nobody free, the remnants of dependence,
    The pen and ink, I am not watching with closed
    Eyes, Social consciousness put on mute,
    Street lifestyles are glorified,
    The youth prioritizes violence,
    I guess the caged bird will
    Fly but never touch the sky,
    A cavity in the heart of mines,
    The abyss that I call home,
    Losing my grip on reality,
    No line (lying) for those who call my phone,
    Calm my dome, the world of hypocrites
    And partiality, I tread cyclones,
    No faith in those of mortality,
    Morality ain't set in stone,
    Do they care for the good in me,
    Allured to my insecurities, all along,
    These impurities within the
    Body the soul nourishes,
    Lost in the shadows of those who seek
    To define me, make up a personality,
    Seeking validity,
    Feel the weight of the
    Gravity of our mistakes,
    I see it vividly,
    Preachers living lavishly,
    I don't fit in or standout,
    This is not my world