you need to drop more like this, TRUST ME!!!!!

Hard remake 🔊🔥💯

Hope you lot like this remake: Let me know in the comments below what song you want me to remake and the one with the most likes, I'll remake!

kadz my G 💯 as always

COLD. can u make run out da endz and lonely?

Whats the royaltys on this fam sounds bare juicy

Do yungen oopsy daisy riddim pls pls & bonkaz run out the ends

cool

Got the hi hats a bit wrong i’m sry

Its hard for me to tell you what this street life is like, you have to be apart of it grown up and molded by it the way bane felt when he came out the womb in darkness surrounded by no fear, its like poor young me out here pushing peddle bikes hoping I don't get robbed tonight, half the street lights don't even work, cameras yeah their a joke ain't been changed in years, my life is one continous move, obstacles always tryna' get in my way all the mandem in the ally way, hoods up and ballys around their face wondering which one's carrying the shank or maybe them all but who's got the biggest blade, don't even dare to look at one the wrong way, in the jungles you get pimeapes out here in the concrete jungle you get chav's from a towerblock not on no rock, this jungle don't play about most olders roll with straps, cars that haven't been insured, whips that don't get ever seen round ere' bikes that have been stolen, grandma always saying you must forgive but only god can do that, so that's why we steal from wealth and then ask for forgiveness, cause only god works like that, a funeral every week or if we're lucky fortnightly another knife crime, these youngers are getting more wild, the tory's don't care they put us all here for a reason, we lose our humanity and act like wild animals we hunt for food, we kill for pride, we speak our minds....

do stormzy wicked skeng man 3

Manny

Dime cuantos te fallaron Cuantos dijeron q iban a estar Dime las veces q me han engañado Los tengo en la mano los puedo contar Cuantos q no dan un duro por mi Cuantos q no me pueden ni mirar Cuantos q no saben de na de mi Cuantos son los q puedo confiar Salgo a la calle con tres a mi lado No te preocupes yo no voy a hablar Tu presumes de lo q yo me callo Aquí to lo hacemos por necesidad Moi je men fous si setait toi qui parle Larriere est pres on est Juste au depar La mienne est belle et la tienne cest une salope Dan la maison moi je fais le menage Uno, dos Le doy sin condon, Me pide perdón, Me río de esto pues soy un vacilon, Tu haces una mierda y te crees el mejor, Yo de eso no hablo no voy de pipon, Comiendo callado yo como por dos, Estoy en el barrio jugando a ser Dios, Si quieres problemas ya ves donde estoy Dime cuantos te fallaron Cuantos dijeron q iban a estar Dime las veces q me han engañado Los tengo en la mano los puedo contar Cuantos q no dan un duro por mi Cuantos q no me pueden ni mirar Cuantos q no saben de na de mi Cuantos son los q puedo confiar Me levanto madrugada Pesadillas no me dejan paz Prendo otro verde pensando en mañana Me evado del área pa salir del mal Otro día que no reacciono al alba Me dicen calma q to llegara Yo les respondo no me pasa nada Buenas palabras nunca faltarán Ella me lo pide que de sin parar, Ellos a la cara no me valen na, Mi pana me dice que calma que lo mío es bueno que to llegara Mucho tiempo yo he sufrido Dentro de casa como en la calle Puño de hierro no fue efectivo Hemos crecido como animales De ese grupito yo era el marginao Ahora me ven y me dicen que tal Les doy la mano con ojos cerraos Yo estoy aquí ahora tu donde estás Soy chico fuerte choco con la gente Muchos a mi me desean la muerte Porq saben q yo soy diferente No te compares conmigo no puedes Desde pequeño dejo cosas hechas Voy construyéndome buenas salidas Yo no nací para estar en la mierda Ahora toca esto mañana me olvidas Je voix le peur dans tes yeux Tu veut parler mais la bouche est fermee Viens vositer moi je suis au cartier regarde sur mes epoules et tu sortiras apres Alors cest qui le roi de la de la cite Je sais tres bien que tu parle de ma vie Ca me fait rire personne parle de la tienne Tas pas de couilles a rentrer dans le ring Dime cuantos te fallaron Cuantos dijeron q iban a estar Dime las veces q me han engañado Los tengo en mi mano los puedo contar Cuantos q no dan un duro por mi Cuantos q no me pueden ni mirar Cuantos q no saben de na de mi Cuantos son los q puedo confiar Ella me lo pide que de sin parar, Ellos a la cara no me valen na, Mi pana me dice que calma que lo mío es bueno que to llegara

YO YO ME AND MY BOYS MUURRDED THIS BEAT YO

I aint got the time and that, simon says il take simons stake, I got the loud.. fireman pack, aim at us we're firing back

Am I able to make a cover of this? i will put the link of the instrumental in my description and give your credits etc.

And Dat Bonkaz Yeah Bonkaz Young Bonkz South London tip You know what I'm talking about Wide awake Yo, grew up in South and that Tell a wasteman watch his mouth and that Sometimes inside the ends, sometimes out of the ends Never in a house and that Grew up on Roadside G'z and that Sticky Bizniz, DVD, and that Grew up on SN1 and that Grew up with knives and guns and that Nowadays man a talk grease and crud Back then, man already done all that Nowadays man a bun cheesy buds Back then, man already bun all that Old school shubses, fun and that No queue, straight to the front and that Man are in Croydon shubs in Brixton 109 when I jump on that Yeah, watch how I jump on this Very similar to how I jumped on that Old school 130 for a Z Man still could've got bumped on that Old school, man a roll up on peds Two man, one on the front and back Old school, man a get scale put the batteries in Put a big bit of skunk on that Grew up in South and that Tell a wasteman watch his mouth and that Sometimes inside the ends, sometimes out of the ends Never in a house and that Grew up on Roadside G'z and that Sticky Bizniz, DVD, and that Grew up on SN1 and that Grew up with knives and guns and that Grew up on bars and that Grew up on two bun, pass and that Grew up on scumbag nights in the alleyway Fingering girls in the park and that Grew up with Mermz and Mark and that Grew up with "Flipz don't talk" and that Grew up on MSN, Bebo Yeah, £5 for a five day pass and that Grew up on sound and that Grew up on "lend me a pound" and that Grew up on no snitching, man go missing Like never to be found and that Grew up on Stanley Tek and that Grew up on yum yums, Greggs and that Grew up on ordering pizza to the estate Then taking the peds and that Grew up on Roadside G'z and that Grew up on threats and weed and that Grew up on (oh my word, budubupbup) D Double E and that Grew up on grime, Roll Deep and that Grew up on the beast Danny Weed and that Grew up on Creep, I roll deep on these Put these MC's on deep freeze and that Grew up in South and that Tell a wasteman watch his mouth and that Sometimes inside the ends, sometimes out of the ends Never in a house and that Grew up on Roadside G'z and that Sticky Bizniz, DVD, and that Grew up on SN1 and that Grew up with knives and guns and that Grew up on young one, yeah, it's that Grew up on N-double-A, in fact Grew up on Kon and Krept and that Grew up in the zone with threats and that, reds and that Grew up in Shiverz' yard Man was doing sets and that Mic and decks and that With Page and Dekkz and that, can't forget all that Yeah, watch how I headtop this Very similar to how I headtop that Old school Nokia teardrop phone Very difficult tryna text on that Grew up in Melfort Park Grew up with Nus and Megs and Fest and that The bigger, the badder, the badder, the sicker The tongue twister, can't believe man said all that Grew up in South and that Tell a wasteman watch his mouth and that Sometimes inside the ends, sometimes out of the ends Never in a house and that Grew up on Roadside G'z and that Sticky Bizniz DVD and that Grew up on SN1 and that Grew up with knives and guns and that Grew up in South and that Tell a wasteman watch his mouth and that Sometimes inside the ends, sometimes out of the ends Never in a house and that Grew up on Roadside G'z and that Sticky Bizniz DVD and that Grew up on SN1 and that Grew up with knives and guns and that