Do you feel like yourself tonight i no longer wanna ride i just wanna die all I wanna do is write my suicide letter I don’t feel better I don’t get her left me in the cold now I’m froze percs imma take two of thoes Insecure that’s me independent not me stuck in my codependency lost in the drugs because of the lack of the love bittersweet your cries my cries symphony I got no sympathy can’t be compete I speak the the truth should’ve hurt you now I’m hurt that’s my Turf this pain is my lane don’t wanna be tamed 4 years down the drain now the rain is back got my emotions stacked stuck in my pain dead inside she left me on read close my eyes all I see is red cuz I’m dead stuck in my bed won’t lie I wanna lay down feeling so down Thought that was my wife there’s go my life pick up the knife slit my wrist let me bleed out let me leave now Have to start over from scratch don’t wanna do that thought you where an angel looked at you in a different angle didn’t realize you where evil working for the devil now I’m fucking lost my mind is a rot lost in thought won’t fuck with thots this my luck got the gun tucked got my bitch tummy tucked got the tommy on lock Sell that rock finna rock feeling like a rockstar lungs full of tar black hole in my chest i needa rest I know my life’s a test got a text from you saying I wanna try again within many days I’ve lost my faith in you started listening to your son getting so high I can reach the sun
[Chorus] Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, cremation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation [Verse 1] Phantom like a spaceship Niggas beefin' over the same bitch, I could never get with it I was on that new shit, countin' up the blue chips, spend it all in Ruth's Chris Watch me make it all back Throw that ass back, yeah Baby just like that, yeah That bitch like coke, yeah, her mama like crack, yeah Servin' to her mom, had to take a cooking class Counting up the blue face, they said I wasn't good at math Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit he need a Maxi Pad I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at? Oh, we in the studio countin' up big racks blowin' on big thrax Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps, yeah They was sleeping on my rap career, they would nap, yeah Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it On this bitch with Metro if he don't trust you I'ma shoot you [Chorus] Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, cremation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation [Verse 2] No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit I don't got time for that fake shit Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag You know I can't go for that Day ones changed sides they some hoes for that Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah) I love it when the vibe's right I been gettin' too high Coolin' with the same gang We don't believe in new guys Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right I been gettin' too high Coolin' with the same gang We don't believe in new guys [Chorus] Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, cremation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, creamation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation Phantom like a spaceship Niggas beefin' over the same bitch, I could never get with it I was on that new shit, countin' up the blue chips, spend it all in Ruth's Chris Watch me make it all back Throw that ass back, yeah Baby just like that, yeah That bitch like coke, yeah, her mama like crack, yeah Servin' to her mom, had to take a cooking class Counting up the blue face, they said I wasn't good at math Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit he need a Maxi Pad I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at? Oh, we in the studio countin' up big racks blowin' on big thrax Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps, yeah They was sleeping on my rap career, they would nap, yeah Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it On this bitch with Metro if he don't trust you I'ma shoot you Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, creamation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit I don't got time for that fake shit Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag You know I can't go for that Day ones changed sides they some hoes for that Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah) I love it when the vibe's right I been gettin' too high Coolin' with the same gang We don't believe in new guys Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right I been gettin' too high Coolin' with the same gang We don't believe in new guys Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, creamation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
The took they song out the actual song like the keep fucking with his songs he is probably rolling around in his grave like I don’t get it put the original back up
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, cremation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation [Verse 2] No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit I don't got time for that fake shit Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag You know I can't go for that Day ones changed sides, they some hoes for that Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah) I love it when the vibe's right I been gettin' too high Coolin' with the same gang We don't believe in new guys Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right I been gettin' too high Coolin' with the same gang We don't believe in new guys Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, cremation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
I aint never been a pig but i lived the bricks On the south west side of houtson, where do i began i dropped out put down the pencil and picked up the sticks so sick and tired of losing i just wanna winnnn So sick and tired of being tired this shit dont make no sense, insominiac
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, creamation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation Phantom like a spaceship Niggas beefin' over the same bitch, I could never get with it I was on that new shit, countin' up the blue chips, spend it all in Ruth's Chris Watch me make it all back Throw that ass back, yeah Baby just like that, yeah That bitch like coke, yeah, her mama like crack, yeah Servin' to her mom, had to take a cooking class Counting up the blue face, they said I wasn't good at math Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit he need a Maxi Pad I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at? Oh, we in the studio countin' up big racks blowin' on big thrax Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps, yeah They was sleeping on my rap career, they would nap, yeah Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it On this bitch with Metro if he don't trust you I'ma shoot you Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, creamation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit I don't got time for that fake shit Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag You know I can't go for that Day ones changed sides they some hoes for that Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah) I love it when the vibe's right I been gettin' too high Coolin' with the same gang We don't believe in new guys Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right I been gettin' too high Coolin' with the same gang We don't believe in new guys Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy You could go that way, with all the fakin' Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin' Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin' .40 put you on the concrete, creamation Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
![Juice WRLD - Priceless (Wraith) (INSTRUMENTAL) [100% ACCURATE]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/YhyYKkyBFnI/mqdefault.jpg)
This beat is so perfect
What is the instrument called? I need a beat like this
I made it thanks bro
@@2ndgencadi189u didn't tho
@@lucidrl2 no shit
This song is one of the best
O rly
That's facts
one of best beats ever
This is an instrumental remake? Wow, this is really good.
The should bring the lyrics back with it it’s fire with the lyrics
What happened to the original song with this beat? i cant find it anymore on youtube...
they took it down
No dislikes 🙏🏼
What VST did you use for the loop?
Been waitin g on this
looked for it for long decided to remake it
Do you feel like yourself tonight i no longer wanna ride i just wanna die all I wanna do is write my suicide letter I don’t feel better I don’t get her left me in the cold now I’m froze percs imma take two of thoes
Insecure that’s me independent not me stuck in my codependency lost in the drugs because of the lack of the love bittersweet your cries my cries
symphony I got no sympathy can’t be compete I speak the the truth should’ve hurt you now I’m hurt that’s my Turf this pain is my lane don’t wanna be tamed 4 years down the drain now the rain is back got my emotions stacked stuck in my pain dead inside she left me on read close my eyes all I see is red cuz I’m dead stuck in my bed won’t lie I wanna lay down feeling so down
Thought that was my wife there’s go my life pick up the knife slit my wrist let me bleed out let me leave now
Have to start over from scratch don’t wanna do that thought you where an angel looked at you in a different angle didn’t realize you where evil working for the devil now I’m fucking lost my mind is a rot lost in thought won’t fuck with thots this my luck got the gun tucked got my bitch tummy tucked got the tommy on lock Sell that rock finna rock feeling like a rockstar lungs full of tar black hole in my chest i needa rest I know my life’s a test got a text from you saying I wanna try again within many days I’ve lost my faith in you started listening to your son getting so high I can reach the sun
[Chorus]
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
[Verse 1]
Phantom like a spaceship
Niggas beefin' over the same bitch, I could never get with it
I was on that new shit, countin' up the blue chips, spend it all in Ruth's Chris
Watch me make it all back
Throw that ass back, yeah
Baby just like that, yeah
That bitch like coke, yeah, her mama like crack, yeah
Servin' to her mom, had to take a cooking class
Counting up the blue face, they said I wasn't good at math
Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit he need a Maxi Pad
I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at?
Oh, we in the studio countin' up big racks blowin' on big thrax
Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps, yeah
They was sleeping on my rap career, they would nap, yeah
Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it
On this bitch with Metro if he don't trust you I'ma shoot you
[Chorus]
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
[Verse 2]
No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit
I don't got time for that fake shit
Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah
I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag
You know I can't go for that
Day ones changed sides they some hoes for that
Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now
And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah)
I love it when the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
[Chorus]
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Can I please use this lol
@@angelcotto4698For what?
@@angelcotto4698those the original lyrics
What happened to the one with the words on it it's like they took it off of UA-cam
That’s what I’ve been wondering. One of my all time favorites 😢💔
ua-cam.com/video/rzkgRXD0hnQ/v-deo.htmlsi=ZJIg8eu6czfjxHKQ
Can you do a instrumental of “im not playing fair”
we need it
@@jackreynolds6531 fr😭
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, creamation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Phantom like a spaceship
Niggas beefin' over the same bitch, I could never get with it
I was on that new shit, countin' up the blue chips, spend it all in Ruth's Chris
Watch me make it all back
Throw that ass back, yeah
Baby just like that, yeah
That bitch like coke, yeah, her mama like crack, yeah
Servin' to her mom, had to take a cooking class
Counting up the blue face, they said I wasn't good at math
Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit he need a Maxi Pad
I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at?
Oh, we in the studio countin' up big racks blowin' on big thrax
Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps, yeah
They was sleeping on my rap career, they would nap, yeah
Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it
On this bitch with Metro if he don't trust you I'ma shoot you
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, creamation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit
I don't got time for that fake shit
Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah
I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag
You know I can't go for that
Day ones changed sides they some hoes for that
Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now
And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah)
I love it when the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, creamation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Yooooo i was literally doing what I knew off memory but I'm glad someone wrote the shit in the comments
@@nuggmceg7031same
The took they song out the actual song like the keep fucking with his songs he is probably rolling around in his grave like I don’t get it put the original back up
Fr tho they need to put the original song back up
What instrument is this played with 🔌
Lmk if you find it😢
I love this song I'm 111 liked
Whats the name of the song with this beat??
Z nation by juice wrld
I can't find the actual song on UA-cam please help lol
THEY TAKE IT DOWN BECAUSE ITS TOO FLAME FOR MORTALS
legend
can you drop another version of this instrumental but with added bass?
well its the same sounds as in the song but im not sure if its all 100%
its almost the same
@@prodfendy-jv4nm
ua-cam.com/video/rzkgRXD0hnQ/v-deo.htmlsi=ZJIg8eu6czfjxHKQ
Yo add the lyrics please 🙏🏼
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
[Verse 2]
No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit
I don't got time for that fake shit
Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah
I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag
You know I can't go for that
Day ones changed sides, they some hoes for that
Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now
And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah)
I love it when the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Metro boomin cooked here🔥😔
Z nation is the best
Tonight in starting a fight club
Cause i just hate all that i love
Wanna box my pain despite drugs
I might budge
Yo can I buy this beat get at me
ask metro boomin i didnt make this originally
Where can we download it?
yt converter lmao i dont have a download link
Whats ur email i wanna buy this best off of you. Or license it.
Who made the beat?
metro boomin
@jenitsu7 Southside is also the producer for this.
Yesss
This choppa facelift
He swear the shit and k agrees
I
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❤❤
I'm going to give y'all a dirty mix of this song
Sa bon
I aint never been a pig but i lived the bricks
On the south west side of houtson, where do i began i dropped out put down the pencil and picked up the sticks so sick and tired of losing i just wanna winnnn
So sick and tired of being tired this shit dont make no sense, insominiac
I would like to license this beat, what is your email?
Lmao Probably have to get in contact with Metro x southside since they made beat. Unreleased juice wrld song.
Bpm?
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, creamation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Phantom like a spaceship
Niggas beefin' over the same bitch, I could never get with it
I was on that new shit, countin' up the blue chips, spend it all in Ruth's Chris
Watch me make it all back
Throw that ass back, yeah
Baby just like that, yeah
That bitch like coke, yeah, her mama like crack, yeah
Servin' to her mom, had to take a cooking class
Counting up the blue face, they said I wasn't good at math
Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit he need a Maxi Pad
I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at?
Oh, we in the studio countin' up big racks blowin' on big thrax
Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps, yeah
They was sleeping on my rap career, they would nap, yeah
Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it
On this bitch with Metro if he don't trust you I'ma shoot you
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, creamation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit
I don't got time for that fake shit
Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah
I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag
You know I can't go for that
Day ones changed sides they some hoes for that
Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now
And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah)
I love it when the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, creamation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation