If 2pac was alive he would ask for a feature on this

You've been killing it with those UK rap beats recently, please keep going, I love it !

That guitar line defo sounds like hus’ daily duppy beat, smooth af bossman 🙏🏻

Crazyy

Hard 🔥

brazzyy

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me n my boys always smoking flaves and freestyling to ur beats 🫵🏻💯

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1 oF the Smoothest BeaTs I've heard from you...👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 GreaT JoB My nigga TrinZ... CLaSSiC ✊🏾😎👌🏾

Cold bro

amazing

So hard

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I been spitting hella lyrics for a long time. Tryna make it up and make a move and make the bars fly. Think I must’ve been a fuckin demon in my past life. I’m deeping it I can’t die, came up from some hard times. I smoke more than a car fire, I’m wrong but I’m still all right. Now it’s like half nine, I’m KO from this plant high. Pills up in my half life, Q M or a can’t sign. I’ll see it to the end, I’m like Mandela and apartheids. Told that girl I can’t slide, tears up in her brown eyes. Focus on myself I’m billing up so I ain’t got time. I’m a lover boy like driz that’s why she’s blinging up my hotline. Bro done went and built a line - Now he’s making packs fly. I told him he best slow down, Or he’s gone hold a cold round, Don’t see it till the end, ain’t no winners, there ain’t no crowds Cali makes me choke now, It’s so loud, but I ain’t hearing no sounds, Told me that I’m cold I ain’t no snow cloud. I only sent one text, Seen like 5 back since, And I’m guessing, at that point. I think she’s interested. I need to get you out my system, Out my lymphatic. Shoot my shot, it don’t feel nothing like an automatic. But if you try touch my sister I’m clashing, I saw you, never got a reaction. I’m too classic, I’m too cold. I’m only rapping, They told me I been a savage. A triple threat like I’m Clavish, But I’m just cooling I’ve had it. I might just cut I might vanish. I might just go on a madness, I might just start with some bragging, Bout how I made 100k and I’m lavish, But now I lost it to the game, and I’m ratchet. Guess you can call it a habit But I’m about it.

Your a sick producer my broski

When I touch a spliff Lots of shit I think about Never in the mix I just stay out take a different route Money in my head and not on it just go get some bread

Life is expensive, times so precious, nearly 35 and still, I aint got a wife, savings or pension, im sure we all feel the tension, no mortgage, im barely even scraping by, not speaking in tensive, cant afford it, please pray for me, this pain was never my intention, it hurt trying and preventing it, by working, to the core, but my pockets always feel like me, emptying, on the floor, like change, as days go slow like centuries, In my own time and space, Escape in a portal Please do not mention me, Im just a mortal, So please stop tempting me, Feeling at peace emptied the thoughts of the enemy.

yh hardestt about😮‍💨

I got strong flavours so this comes expensive I got lemon flavours no lemsip Come on , man.

I'm out bright an early Obbo try search me Robbo on the wing if the try an get near me Running so fast feel me eyes teary Old school geezer few guys gettin leary Got white an deutsch so we call em van per seri

Got the beat on loop Sitting back N Smoking on this cali pack Bunning zoot after zoot Getting high N Thinking bout Real life All the good times N all the bad times All the times when Things went wrong N the times When shit was sweet & everything was alright Things were going right Fully Deeping everything In life N feeling All these memories Come Crashing back Like flashbacks No cap This shits Got me questioning My Identity Like who am I N what is this life Have I been living right Or do I need to free Myself from this disguise Switch it up Fix it up N change this life dat I’m living Till I’m feeling different Free From all this pain n misery That’s been stuck wiv me Can’t lie I’ve been unlucky Yh My life’s been a fuckree Trust me N I’m sick of it Switching it On my grind Till I pattern it N I got all that pattern me Looking fresh N drippy Splashing bands On anything N everything For really I need a milli Like Meek Can’t stop Won’t stop like Meekz Gotta practice what I preach Till it’s sweet Bouta hop on da beat N cause a fucking Mazaleen on the scene Bouta hop On the beat N cause a fucking Mazaleen on the scene U dun know It’s GHOS7 Gotta keep going Never give up Whatever the weather Don’t need no umbrella For the rain Cah I’m use 2 having rainy days Just let it wash it away The pain (Yh) I’m tryna Make it rain Tryna get dat paper up Like PAC Really tryna make that change Like PAC Only spitting facts On the track Yh imma call dis one Expensive pain

Free for non profit??

llevo una encima que cambie ya está el acento que jugué con messi con Eto’o hasta con shevchenko y mi hermano asintiendo a to lo que me invento asistiendo like dybala en el Palermo duermo lo q puedo dejo q el sol me despierte paso la semana rezando pa q sea viernes era puro veneno y su entorno solo serpientes te he mentido tanto q se muy bien si me mientes en junio haciendo temas pa diciembre y en diciembre pensando en aquel septiembre te vienen el bresh con un pijo Beñat turrientes vino a dar la turra a los míos y se fue sin dientes las secuelas que dejaste no se van no las de tu amor las del se queda de neymar o las la de la coca las del verde y del cristal para alguno se hizo tarde pa poder dar marcha atrás my chist her pillos hace tiempo no es así si no respiro es mejor no acercarte a mi nadie del atleti se acuerda del prime de cerci si no m olvido de eso imagínate de ti parece aomlri cuando entro al baño del antro algún g quiso morir y me dices q no es pa tanto soy martin luther king porque siempre rechazo el blanco no puedo dormir por vivir todo lo q canto

Fackan hell