A love letter slipped through the mail, whispered, "I miss you." I tore it apart, flushed it away, trying to dismiss you. It's not that I hold a grudge, we're human, we all have our issues, But I'm worn out from the endless cycle of pain-I’m done with those tissues. That part of me has withered away, I see the truth, then pretend it's not there-blindness at play. I’m certain it won’t be one of mine, I know that emotions are often intertwined with lies, so I speak the truth every time. No sympathy for those who deceive, I'll admit it-I'm rich, I’m lit, and I won't grieve. Jumping on stages, two hundred racks just to show face, My bro changed the game, had the streets locked in place. Now they see my rise and fear the fall, Spot me in traffic, haters bow their heads, too small to stand tall. The biggest OGs nod in respect, no stylist can define me, Even the robbers hesitate, seeing me in a Lamborghini, shining brightly. The youth in my city watch and learn, But if they cross me, they'll see I don’t hesitate, bridges will burn. Some of this was destined, even without the rap, My people still grind, still stay strapped, But I urge them to chill-I’m chasing these M's, that’s where my mind is at. Paid in cash, but I keep the home hidden, Can’t show where my mom resides-protecting what’s given. My niece asked if my diamonds are true, "Of course," I replied, it’s just what I do. Played the hand life dealt, didn’t need to force a thing, My voice echoes worldwide, it’s the song I sing. And I've done it all, stepping in a pair of Diors, From a young age, I learned how to get paid (we'll chase that money). Big stages now, far from Section 8 (balling in distant lands). Riding high on waves, I know he'll need saving (big ol' wave). Cruising foreign lands, puffing on exotic leaves. I know I wasn't there for you, but at least I apologized, You knew what it was-I warned you, my heart's been paralyzed. I’m emotionally scarred, but that's not your fault, Don’t listen to the whispers trying to poison you with salt. All this revenue piling up, likely never to be spent, Bought my BM a Benz, then got another, time well-spent. Cut off fake ties, brought my real ones in, Now it's just me, no one else to contend. I move with tools, the world’s full of loose screws, And I see myself leading, guiding the new school. They recall me hustling, back in the old days, Now it’s one hit, and it’s already old news. Who would've thought I’d blow up like this? Painted my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue, in memory, a hit. If I get one, you’ll get one too, that’s how bosses move, I’ll never claim to be a G.O.A.T.-that’s for others to prove. Not everyone can rise to the top, had to leave some behind, Forever scheming, dreams vivid in my mind. Woke up, watched my boy with toys, a tear slipped away, Moments like these, I cherish and replay. Been scoring like crazy, call me Baby Harden, Greatness awaits, but I’ll keep working, never disheartened. From a young age, I learned how to get paid (we’ll get that money), Big stage, a long journey from Section 8 (balling worldwide). Riding the waves, knowing he'll need saving (big ol' wave), Cruising in foreign lands, exhaling my thoughts with the breeze. I know I wasn't there for you, but at least I said I'm sorry, You knew my nature-I warned you, I was heartless, no need to worry. These emotional scars I carry, they're not yours to bear, Don’t let the haters’ words poison what we share.

No

this beat is stupid

I am kinda lost on this fucking living He from Cadillac, I got his mind He wasnt scared, he said: I aint goin be shit I said fo' sho', I also want your thing That thing that made you unique 'Cause yall okay but me And when you left, I was like shit That thought from you of boom I am goin do this and that, dont care about tasks Whatever I feel, this thing is good, goin for it. I said my dawg, you just like great Thats when I realized the actually life, 'Cause that is all

"Yeah I'm finna make a banger with this one" "Von"

Okey good love you .moe

Pov: ur watching jefe gta rp drill and this banger come out❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🥱🥱

2024❤

Freestyle this one up 💯

What song did you use for this?

August 2024

Who’s here 2024?

Im Makin Rap Battles Vs Bro Wit dis one🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥

Back in 94 I showed my face in this cold world Got bullied a lot in school So I dropped out Hangin wit my crew Went from jackin cars wit D To settin fires wit Wiz Yeah my nigga Wiz He's on his 3rd mf bid THG what I'm reppin Fuc wit one an I'm comin Don't fuc wit Wiz Or your Gon really end up Missin Fuc wit D An he just Gon blow you away

Still my fav beat till this day please @LeeBoy I won't disappoint juh give me sum time ♾️🙏🏽❤

Now here it go, I just made it home Missed calls on my phone See, I been gone Was tryna hit a lick but that's shit just went wrong I got a thot, she right off the block Her crib be the spot and we got Glocks Tucked all in the shit, don't come in less you knock But this bitch grimey Told her 'bout this nigga Help me set 'em up and she was wit it She just want some shoes And she ain't give no fuck So we do that, I was at his neck Creepin' from the back But saw the opps and had to let 'em have it How fucked up is that? But where that bitch? She ain't called me yet We did that at six and who got hit? I know someone, check 'cause King Von, he don't miss

i can hear that "von" at the beginning LLKV

2:58 that instrument reminds me of back in blood

Nah man bankroll fresh would have killed this beat

no

ahahahahahaha

I love you King Von❤❤❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉and your music

Rest up von

Bars

My whole life been on an open book of crazy shit He get money with with good dick? Now I’m his crazy bitch Gotta hold on that luvy duvy shit No time for that it’s back to getting money shit It’s always lights out that’s why I keep my candles lit Uhuh never on some desperate casting spells n shit I fear God all alone fuck that devil shit Be feared over loved-that’s makavelli bitcH He always want my pussy and he makes me sick And he make real delusional the more he licks. thirsty ass bitches begs to suck his dick When I let him go is the only times they can get his dick

for some reason before the bass hit i thought this was part 3

goated

Let me buy it

Strigăm freestyle , ca pe Octav l au arestat , 6 inși . 7 pe 7 tot nu i au dat de cap , salajan sector 3, vi aici , pleci împușcat , te rugai . De mine să nu te bat , să nu te alerg , ești o pizda d aia falsă , măcar de ai da din goaza, . Singur lucru , ce puteți , să faceți , mi l luați , ați o în gardă copiilor , sunteți niște ratați

Crossing over time too digest ,. Higher then guidance ,. Buffalo bills ,. Strong as a bison ,. Fields of flying pilots ,. Dying due too what the minds fighting ,. Migrant ,. Schools tuff ,. Keep schooling enough ., call the bluff ,. Too much guts ,. I'm just warming up ,. Warning ya ,. Next step after caution ,. Flawless dub ,. Reminding me of all my loses ,. Ball hogging ,. Ain't no telling why I'm flossing,. Practice and experience equals bossing ,. All the other bullshit just falling ,. Off the top from where I tossed it

This needs a part 2

Bro freestyling right now

wow this shit on my subs got me bussin

This beat is something else

Kodak is GOAT ❤🔥🔥🔥

I really wanna use this beat is it for sale or I gotta talk to chief keef

This sounds like My Bruddas by Lil Durk

BPM?

that lead is cold asf

Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this Huh, what? (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) Von Now here it go, I just made it home Missed calls on my phone See, I been gone Was tryna hit a lick but that's shit just went wrong I got a thot, she right off the block Her crib be the spot and we got Glocks Tucked all in the shit, don't come in less you knock But this bitch grimey Told her 'bout this nigga Help me set 'em up and she was wit it She just want some shoes And she ain't give no fuck So we do that, I was at his neck Creepin' from the back But saw the opps and had to let 'em have it How fucked up is that? But where that bitch? She ain't called me yet We did that at six and who got hit? I know someone, check 'cause King Von, he don't miss Now two weeks pass I'm back on my grind

I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) I'm like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic' But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin' 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?" I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains

2024🙏🏾

Someting doing we so dont and soda food lion bean duo supper together for dinner 🍽️

Gold!

Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) I'm like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic' But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin' 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?" I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

Reminds me of them Spinrilla days man 🥲

What happened to rumworld

Just made a diss song in my heads😊

I miss 2️⃣0️⃣1️⃣3️⃣ - 2️⃣0️⃣1️⃣4️⃣

2024🎉