since the og decided to drop, i remastered my realer n realer flp.

I love when reprod. doesn't put their own tag in the Instrumental

I heard this shit like 30 times in the last 3 days, such a masterpiece🙌🏽

i feel like the synth coming in at 0:12 is overwhelming and needs nerf other than that tho perfect reprod dang near

"Life gettin realer n realer Continue to run up the skrilla Sip lean can't fw the liquor No percs but I'll pop a jigga Feds need to free all of my niggas I just wanna ball wit my niggas Stack money too tall wit my niggas N bring dem bands back to the (A) I'm a shotta, monsta pills been poppin everyday I don't need no doctor doc gone lie right to my face He must feel like kodak put em closer to his grave They know I been on it ain got no time to delay"

sick my dude

Oh My God 🌠

so hard

Wheezy should’ve put some 4-step rolls that would’ve gone crazy

Amigo para poder usar tu pista se tiene que comprar o lo puedo utilizar gratis? Muy buen trabajo

almost perfect, just need a better sound for the stabs

do worth it or what else

whats the loop？

I had to remix this shit

Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day 'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit 12 gauge, hit him, he'll do backflips 40 hit him and he Michael Jackson Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit Only wanna fuck one time baby, I'm on the fall back shit Matter fact, you wanna fuck her But you on the call back list But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't gonna call back, bitch

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Flp ?

I like to do what I wanna do I like to play with these bands I got the money and fame now, my family don't understand Wheezy outta here Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day 'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit 12 gauge, hit him, he'll do backflips 40 hit him and he Michael Jackson Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit Only wanna fuck one time baby, I'm on the fall back shit Matter fact, you wanna fuck her But you on the call back list But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't gonna call back, bitch Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo Glock to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away I'm so proud of you, I'm higher than you I take that to the grave Having a thrill off these pills I go OD any day Shit getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's Gotta pop on the opps, we shooting out soon as we see 'em I been on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing magic to the crib 7 carats on my ring, 87 carats on my ears Chopper going off like, "ring, ring" Got P and crack, yeah I got Céline and codeine I'm going outta here Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid