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Accurate af

I love this on repeat

This beat is so fucking fire

🔥🔥

This is lit🔥🔥🙌🏾💕

Hardddd

On point 💯

Perfect

Yeah you did your thing. Grime beats are hard to remake.

🥶🥶

You the goat bro

Danm

Hard

Good remake of a Flukes beat.

first day nikiget hio hey kutoka kwa Huyo galdem.... nilijua hio time mi ndio nimekuwa the mandem.... sikujua itafika hio day mi ntakuwa stranded after you love yours love inakuwanga blended

BRO YOU QUICK WITH IT

WHAT A G

good shit bro thank you

Love how you added a bass🔥

Goated shittt 💯😤

epic

Yo, I'm steppin' in the game, cash flowin' like a stream, pockets fat, livin' every hustler's dream. Ridin' in the Benz, ice on my wrist, got the drip , got the shine, you can't fuck with this. Came from the gutter, now I'm sittin' on top, every move I make, got these haters in shock . I'm a boss, makin' deals, countin' up stacks, livin' large, champagne, hundred-dollar racks. Fuck bein' broke, now I'm rich as hell, penthouse suite, man, you know it so well . Gucci on my feet, Versace on my chest, every day I'm flexin', always lookin' fresh. Got the baddest chicks, they all wanna ride, Lamborghini doors up, cruise the city with pride. I'm the realest, the illest, ain't no question 'bout that, stackin' paper high, watch me count up the racks . Private jet life, flyin' coast to coast , first class sippin', gotta make a toast Aint no cgm , feds , bitchin like a ghost . To the grind, to the hustle, to the never backin' down, from the bottom to the top, I'm the king with the crown. Fuck the haters, they just wanna see me fall, but I'm risin' up, standin' tall through it all. I'm the boss, I'm the don, I'm the man with the plan, got the world in my hands, ain't no stoppin' this man. So when you see me rollin', better know I'm the shit , got the fame, got the fortune, ain't no counterfeit. I'm a legend in the makin', just watch and see , livin' life large, man, I'm just bein' me In the heart of London streets, where the hustle's real , Dodging feds and dirty deals, im jokin aint finna keep it concealed, From Brixton to Hackney, it's a daily grind , Survival of the fittest, its a fucin shrine, Corner boys flipping packs, making stacks , never lax, no tax Making shit racks ,On a mad, No lad Big packs, Big shacks Its a max Fuck that ,Never lack ,No tack Imma be here till the end Till they finna realise there fuckin tapped Alright Grit and grime in my veins, feel the weight of the chain, No glamour in the struggle, just blood, sweat, and tears, Fuckin smoke raw and uncut, facing fears, it sucks People calling andrew tate a “big fuck” Im just here till the end i cant lie Wait til the end its like a police officer fine Pray to the temple , like to the shrine No waste no time Its Min Like

nice 🥊💥

👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

bro its a fire!

Make more beats like this please bro

Love it

This Shit So Hard Bruh

Verse 1: Yeah, these roads are like ice, slick and treacherous Took a slip, paid a hefty price, no forgiveness Locked up, no buds to ease the tension High on mamba, different dimension, no pretension Caught in a scuffle, learned a lesson, no bluff Christmas in a cell, Film 4 on repeat, tough stuff When I'm out, it's with a clear goal, no bluffing Bull Ring, Sixth Ave., setting trends, never bluffing Verse 2: Could've been locked in, caught in a tight squeeze Driving got me grounded, forced to seize Late nights wandering, caught up in a squeeze Stress was overwhelming, now it's my expertise Life on hold, a constant trial, no release But I stand strong, no tears, inner peace Thoughts of love, feels like chasing a ghost Jail's a reality, can't escape, feel the most Chorus: Living like I'm broke, deep in the trenches Pure pain in my veins, even in my defenses Locked up, rain pours, no pretenses Frustrated, but that's just life's essence Sipping on hooch, waves of emotions flow Yeah, pure pain on the track, that's how I grow Verse 3: Test my limits, push your luck, face the storm Caught a charge, fought through, transformed My crew stands strong, fearless, no norm In the pen with the rebels, navigating the swarm Speeding down highways, zigzagging the storm Spotted by lights, in the yard, reform Months without my girl, felt the void, a trial No making up for lost time, just survival

Dope tingz man!! Do have any idea of where the sample is taken from?

It’s cool when you do it it’s a problem when I do too Babe rarely have peace anymore Here you come with something that’s new Hold on sit down let me serve this food Money come first I know you how you feel baby girl anyhow mi affi live by the rules All they do is put burdens on me Still I carry this weight on my back So you know I lack

What’s the hat brand

Got it, here's a completely fresh version: Yo You don't want to see me pull up in the scene Hear the engine roar, make your heart turn green When your beat drops, we turn away I'm with my squad, making moves all day We got the goods, like a secret stash Setting up shop, doing business fast Wave your flag, but you're out of luck Don’t blame me 'cause your beats got stuck Come to my block, they know my style Go to yours, they won’t stay a while Cross the bridge, they don’t know your game I'm in charge now, setting the flame Forget the hype, that’s not my lane Worked hard, now I own the chain You tried too, but got no lift If I keep strong and don’t drift, and live to be old Would they say I lived life bold? I take a hit, no stress, I win I’m the one with the flawless grin That’s why my shine is always in DM your girl, she’ll hit me back They book me in the big leagues, you’re stuck in the pack This fame is nothing, I've been top-tier Been the champ since the start of my career Used to wear basic, now it's all prime Saw your preview, waste of my time In LA, watching lights go bright, thinking ‘bout moving where the future's bright No need for loans, my money’s clear Accountant says I’ve got nothing to fear I can spend freely, wealth won’t decline Been out so long, my talk’s refined What’s good, girl, how’s your vibe? Formal tone when the deal's on the line Left wrist shining, like a star You’d think it’s magic, how bright they are Started with nothing, now I’m sky-high From humble roots to touching the sky UK’s best, that’s my role Made my mark, you know my goal Label’s pleased, don’t stress the sound Told them scouts don’t come around On my grind, respect is due Give me my dues, I’m breaking through A lot of them faded, see their tears Celebrate wins, we’re all cheers No more blocks, just luxury views Telling my boys to leave behind the blues Grew up rough, now I’m smooth It’s a love-hate path, you know the groove Went away, now I’m back in the lead UK rap’s alive, I’m the seed Big shows pay, I’m the one Got an M just to get it done Don't worry, we need a fresh beat, DJ Khaled It's all set, I’ve got the talent If I were them, I’d feel the heat What they do here, I do on repeat When they had basics, I had elite I’m a pro, quick on my feet Passed all these rappers, didn’t compete But shout out to UK’s finest I'm the reason the scene's the brightest Flying in talent from overseas Already conquered these lands with ease And in Leicester City, they know my name Running the streets, I changed the game.

Okay, Look, Shout out my brothers, Know that I’m grateful And when I get the chance Ima put you on my payroll Life with no charge Anything you say so , But we gotta go hard if we really wanna make dough And I don’t wanna hurt We know life’s been painful But it really could be worse So just make sure you pray bro Yeah So just make sure your pray bro I can’t go say this and work go and work a 9-5 Especially when I’ve seen my family grind to survive But sometimes it feels like my mind is not right In the nighttime I cry And the daytime I fry The same guy but tired Am I laced or am I wired Might just taze my supplier Put a .9 in the grinder Fuck the bill Dash the zoot And then I smoke the lighter

Yo you don't wanna see a man jump out the skip hear the whip ,skid make your heartbeat skip everything that your song comes on we skip im with the malys not Bob or skip we got Charlie and the chocolate chip setting up shop like a Costco trip surrender your flag cus your not no crop don't be angry at me that you got no hits you might ends and they all know cench you might go ends and they might know you try leave London and cross the bridge ask who he is and they got no clue im a millionaire bro what about you fuck the drill that's not what i do l've trapped and it changed you've trapped and all you brought was Loubs. I got very tired thanks for the karaoke version tho I needed it you got a sub and like

0:05

Can you do The Games new diss for instrumental

I cant lose i swear i got to provide i need food on the table so i got to supply work i know it aint right but lord knows that i could even try worse il do what it take i dont care for the hate it ain't me that will die first i got what ever you need brown white or weed the packs are all diverse My bros know its peak we all in the deep you go think that we divers see this life in the streets aint sweet like some sweets its dirty like diapers i got works digging out rocks and suppling the stock like minors this shit aint a joke we aint never going broke but we still trynna scope like some snipers

The first guy to do grime in NY That’s I but it never went by I’m ahead of my time They wasnt ready that time Tell that rapper shut up he ain’t never pressed 9 Unless it’s 1 1 after You’re not a gun blaster Just a real tough actor I spit my bars and get a wheel up after You spit bars your but that shit doesn’t matter It’s lit if we battle They go to the war with no ammo That’s like floating on a ship with no paddle don’t trust a soul so I stick with my shadow Off the rip I was a rascal King of the castle If grime was a class room None of you spitters wasn’t at school I did what I had to You did what they asked you Me and my grip could never split like a tattoo It’s here for life These spitters sound weird on the mic It’s not clear am I hearing it right You smoking something smeared in with spice If you think you could ever come near in ya life Just spare me the hype Don’t make me air it tonight Disappear in a flight Smoke any spitter just hand me the light I ain’t scared Ima handle it right I was standing there fighting where you would’ve ran for your life Got scars that’ll be there for life Got bars that’ll heat up the mic I was doing this shit before was drill was the hype Before Wiley had grills and ice Before Weezy stopped deciding to write I was on grime beats tried timing it right

Where's this instrumental from originally?

Is this beat public domain?

whats the original sample? ive heard it before but cant remember

Is the beat free to jump on

Yo wasgud mandem?

I’m still in low income housing scraping at thousands If we don’t make it out then I’m spraying like say I’m a fountain Can’t touch me like there’s light sabers around him Trust me they ain’t around grips They ain’t about it it You’ll find his body out way in the mountains

May I use that beat ?

this beat for sale???

Yo, Ifti, you thouht you could skate by But now it's time for Loban to tell you why You got beef with your name, and not just on the plate Your mom's cooking got us sick now it’s time to set it straight She droped that meat, picked it up off the floor, Put it back in the bowl, like we wouldn't know the score Later that night, my stomach took a dive Your hygeine’s so bad, man, we barely survived Remember those days, back in Bangladesh Johura market where you made your mess Akter Bhai’s stall you’d hit up for smokes No cash today I'll pay you back no joke Left for the states, loyalty you lack Days turned to weeks and weeks into months You begged for cigs like a desperate runt You ghosted on your debt, left your honor behind We hung out, had laughs thought you were legit But turns out you’re just a two faced hypocrite Lying to your boys, leaviig debts in your wake We saw through your act now you can't escape Ifti u shady, think you’re slick but you’re lazy Got us feeling queasy, now the truth's out it's crazy Ifti, you owe, more than you could ever pay From johura market , to the USA So here's the deal, Ifti take a good look around You can’t hide your past, those debts are renowned Loban’s calling you out, better make it right Cause your shady past is now in the spotlight

sample?

This free?

I GREW IN LOW INCOME HOUSING NOW MY RENT IS 18 THOUSAND MOST FAMOUS WRITER IN THE UK? PROBABLY ME AFTER J.K. ROWLING

Didn’t drake use this beat too?

الـCEO قال لي هات CV C U SOON ابغى اواصل راب بؤبؤ عيوني بكبر برو بس بالباي بال وانتوا بس بالبال … فريلانسر لو مو باين من NINE لـFIVE ما تجيب لك شيء وانا فالكباين اشوف SKYLINE فصرفت الـBAG … الحب ذا ماركة صيني ميم ميم من ذي اللي قالتلك خلتك تشبه جيلي بـGEELY فعلا فعلا FACT … وفي رهان مع كل الناس دكتور دري ولا دكتور بس DDD درجاتي بلاستيك بس ON BEAT انا اجيب A+

Yo Let’s go It’s GHOS7 Bouta go in on the beat Like Central Cee CC freestyle Imma kill it wid ease Believe For a mad while I truly Felt Like I had nuttin Like Flukes beat Apart from the music Cah dis shits been My therapy To help get me through Yh I know Deep down It’s true Dis shit ain’t a Fluke When I hop on a tune Cah I can feel it In my bones Deep down to my soul Yh I knew from a youte I was made for this shit When I spit in the studs N I kill it Get it lit Wid these flames I spit I was made for this shit Duknoe it’s the truth N my message 2 all of you Weak Haters That didn’t believe in me Wanna see me make it Duknoe dat I’m coming for the game Watch me make it out N stack dat paper N know when I do Get famous Imma look back At all dat shit & Recap dat These facts Sit back Laugh at it N just watch dat How All these Fakes & Snakes Are gonna wanna know & Notice me Gonna wanna know me now Dey see Dat I be Making changes Like PAC When I’m going Mad wid the rap N I’m bringing in All dem stacks Trust Like just watch dat How They all wanna know & Notice me When I blow No cap It’s mad (WOW) But fuck dat shit N all dem cats Fake pussys Dat wanna know me Now there’s P Like slag’s Ain’t nobody got time for dat (Haha) Listen Yh It’s been a long time I been holding back Cah All these fakes & snakes Always been On my back Tryna hold me back From what’s rightfully mine Succeeding & finally Winning In this life Didn’t wanna see me shine But fuck all dat N all them Dickheads I ain’t stopping For no one Or nothing Fuck it Cah Nows my time I can feel it In my gut So I’m going all in Trust me I’m a man on a mission Like POP Gotta get dat gwop Imma aim for the stars & shoot for the moon Till I pop off Like a rocket Bouta take over this earth Of mine Dat I live in Yh im going fully in Can’t stop I Ain’t stopping Mark my words No more living Like this All depressed n shit Feeling rough & Stuck down at the bottom Mark my words Il be at the top Real soon I just pray shit works out When my shit be dropping N I’m making moves (Ayee) Watch the views Keep clocking When the tunes Get dropping Not stopping Till I got it In the bag Like where’s my credit Let’s fucking get it Like it’s only right It’s time to get dat gwop N make some profit (Haha) That’s right (Ayeee) Let’s go Like Yo It’s GHOS7 Listen For time I been stuck in the dark Living in the shadows Like I been missing But I’m back In full effect Ready to attack In my prime No KSI But I’m chasing cheques Best check N step correct Ticking off checks On the list These plans of mine Till Its my time To shine N I glisten Like a diamond Shining bright In the sunlight That’s right Always knew I was different Blessed On a mission Till I’m feeling blessed That’s right (Ayeee)

Yo they just keep talking I already done it ..that opp is a dead man walking I lost my friend and I can’t even stomach ..don’t pretend that you care About me saying you was there When u actually wasn’t.. yeah I just sold a half feeds the junk To these cats they love it

Yo, I'm steppin' in the game, cash flowin' like a stream, pockets fat, livin' every hustler's dream. Ridin' in the Benz, ice on my wrist, got the drip , got the shine, you can't fuck with this. Came from the gutter, now I'm sittin' on top, every move I make, got these haters in shock . I'm a boss, makin' deals, countin' up stacks, livin' large, champagne, hundred-dollar racks. Fuck bein' broke, now I'm rich as hell, penthouse suite, man, you know it so well . Gucci on my feet, Versace on my chest, every day I'm flexin', always lookin' fresh. Got the baddest chicks, they all wanna ride, Lamborghini doors up, cruise the city with pride. I'm the realest, the illest, ain't no question 'bout that, stackin' paper high, watch me count up the racks . Private jet life, flyin' coast to coast , first class sippin', gotta make a toast Aint no cgm , feds , bitchin like a ghost . To the grind, to the hustle, to the never backin' down, from the bottom to the top, I'm the king with the crown. Fuck the haters, they just wanna see me fall, but I'm risin' up, standin' tall through it all. I'm the boss, I'm the don, I'm the man with the plan, got the world in my hands, ain't no stoppin' this man. So when you see me rollin', better know I'm the shit , got the fame, got the fortune, ain't no counterfeit. I'm a legend in the makin', just watch and see , livin' life large, man, I'm just bein' me In the heart of London streets, where the hustle's real , Dodging feds and dirty deals, im jokin aint finna keep it concealed, From X to the y to the y to the z its a fucking hrind , Survival of the fittest, its a fucin shrine, Corner boys flipping packs, making stacks , never lax, no tax Making shit racks ,On a mad, No lad Big packs, Big shacks Its a max Fuck that ,Never lack ,No tack Imma be here till the end Till they finna realise there fuckin tapped Alright Grit and grime in my veins, feel the weight of the chain, No glamour in the struggle, just blood, sweat, and tears, Fuckin smoke raw and uncut, facing fears, it sucks People calling andrew tate a “big fuck” Im just here till the end i cant lie Wait til the end its like a police officer fine Pray to the temple , like to the shrine No waste no time Its Min Like