I often sit and ponder what’s the meaning of life while I’m French kissing a swisher as the day loses light ignoring phone calls I watch the sun set on my city where the slum walls Adorn blood specks as if it’s pretty yeah shit get gritty when the currency is respect egos clash we cast to the wind whatever’s next no control of things from a broken home wit dreams to match raised on pork and beans used to watch my father cook crack way back when fades and baggy jeans populated traps scratch beakers to bring it back then formulate a rap hoping one day the pictures displayed in what they scribe elevate their place and lay 22’s on a new ride ducking homicide ironically dying inside for an opportunity to make better use of their talents the more than average taught to live with their light repressed then what’s born is savage with a block of ice in his chest
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that vocal sample is crazyy
Gotta tap in w Lucas everyday 💪
A vibe already
Perfect to freestyle on😮💨
yeaaaah man,gives the indica badu vibes
clean drum kit homie. love the quality on this
nice work 🔥 makes me wanna write bars even though i'm a producer
Indica badu vibessss
Such an addictive groove on this track... awesome work LQ !
I don't even smoke but I feel like rolling a J whooo! Fire!
I swear we going up! 🚀
Finally another logic type beat. This shit beautiful dawg damn😭🔥
MR QUINN, I LOVE YOUR BEATS MR QUINN
MR MALLWAKI THANK YOU MR MALLWAKI
🔥🔥🔥🔥
this is it
This is hard af 🫱🏾🫲🏻🔥💯
super smooth bro 🔥
🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. W
Smoooooth jazzzz
🔥🔥🔥
This is fucking crazy man.
amazing
Dope 🔥
😍😍😍😍
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
What key is this
I made a hit to this beat
Bro. STOP SLEEPING On MY MUSIC 🙄👀🔥✈️
I often sit and ponder what’s the meaning of life while I’m French kissing a swisher as the day loses light ignoring phone calls I watch the sun set on my city where the slum walls Adorn blood specks as if it’s pretty yeah shit get gritty when the currency is respect egos clash we cast to the wind whatever’s next no control of things from a broken home wit dreams to match raised on pork and beans used to watch my father cook crack way back when fades and baggy jeans populated traps scratch beakers to bring it back then formulate a rap hoping one day the pictures displayed in what they scribe elevate their place and lay 22’s on a new ride ducking homicide ironically dying inside for an opportunity to make better use of their talents the more than average taught to live with their light repressed then what’s born is savage with a block of ice in his chest
Nice stuff
Thanks I’m still working on it