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i need a chain like django! This is fire in its own way

bro what is the name of this type of beat??

Same clothes on like cartoon character I dress up so i embarress her She say what she stuck with every letter we gunna get what we want yeah epicenter itty bitty butt don't care at all whatever She wanna smoke get drunk call her heavy hitter Creme de le creme where we gunna end wait I don't really care flow gotta hydrate Really gotta let em baby everybody talking lately when im in my city heating of green off of crochet with a bean in my pocket for the relapse promise just to see hypnotics, while they keying my car bitch you a re-retard bitch you real retarded, little itty bitty tiny wee wee problems. We don't gotta call em just to see they see me on my A game Before College We like solvents we disolve our souls in god did I'm revolving door not stopping so I'm poppin in my problems says whats up and shut em huffing screaming ruckess they just upset that i solve em Rada rada eat her starving She gone get it, when she want it Really, I feel like my bad wait, No I don't I just create everything in my mind Highlights wait everything is limelight say I sang Everything is alright c'mon play Its all bright I promise babe Promises I will not break you an honest goddess and the hottest that I ever seen Concious on this earth and you a talker you must love to speak Lucky for you I'm a yapper its a trade for you and me Heres a present wrapped in paper getchu wheezing coughing blazers What we be yeah different flavors How she candy sweet and taste like berry she my life saver

Do the OG “overseas” beat?

First i dropped the old drugs, then got on some new ones Ganga fill my lungs up, my house is the new club I jus robbed my old plug, now i need a new one I used to like one hoe, now i need bout 4 of em Had to drop some bad hoes, den fucked on som badder ones

Do it so effortlessly make it look eeeaasyy

I can’t stop listening to this ☔️

Please tell me what the type of piano that is

I made a track 2 this beat… check it out in my YT Channel. Title: Dark Thoughts (Drill Version)

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Bitch outa yo reach, bitch In outa yo league, fuck her off a perc I don’t get fatigue, 40 make you jerk, reject you bleeding, uh I won’t sober up, Got the kobra tucked, feel like 2pac, I might hit ‘em up, now he on the flo, come and pick up, sober shit, need me a pick me up uh, need me a pick me up, need me a pick me up uh, need me a pick me up -what’s this song

purchase link?

Flp ?

It wasmt worth the ads leave original song alone this sucks!!!!!!!

Still love this instrumental 2 years later

Can someone help me to divide this beat?

Intro] Uh Kyro, how you comin'? Chef J [Verse 1] I've been daydreaming when I'm on the percs Niggas broke as a joke, they ain't puttin' in work We all toting them poles, we'll take a few souls Even my lil' bitch got a gun in her purse It's been about three months, I was sippin' that syrup Had me sleepwalkin', talking with a slur If I catch him walking, leave him on the curb Desert Eagle will shoot him, call it Larry Bird Play with your bitch, yeah she insecure She know that I'm Juice Man, 2Pac Shakur She know that I know how to make pussy purr Your nigga he ugly, he creepin', a nerd, ayy Huh, I'm sure he probably be slippin' hoes roofies for sure I don't need no molly for me to be savage I don't need no molly to give you the world Got a couple AP's, I don't fuck with no Pateks But guess it's the best, so I got 'em, they dance And I'm rich as a bitch, I don't know how to manage Bank account like the zoo, goin' apes and bananas Smokin' dope 'till I choke up and rollin' up Runtz You want smoke then my niggas'll give you the cancer Like a bad TV show in this ho, you'll get cancelled I'm Michael Jackson, nigga, you Randy, uh [Interlude] Mhm, niggas gettin' mad at me I got idol money, like They keep that shit, it's gon' be a no from me, dawg, haha On bro, I be talkin' my shit, rich nigga shit I could back it up though, no cap Let's go [Verse 2] Do it so effortless, make it look easy I gave my girl dick when she screamin' out, "Feed me" One in the head, F.N on preheat Hit a bitch nigga face, ain't CB, RiRi Diamonds on water, my VVS on Fiji I'm magic even when I'm bored, Ouija Niggas need me to make an all-star team Take the score motherfucker, I know you need me No limit nigga, on limitless pills I been high for a minute, this shit gettin' critical My baby told me that she'll kill for me That turn me on, so I eat the pussy like cereal I'm doin' shit that I wasn't a year ago I go to London, come back, I'm like, "Cheerio" Hang with the criminals, you get to trippin' They blickin', break your ass down, mineral (Mineral)

Every word no fail I love this song

WOMAN. ALLY LOTTI😂😂😂😂

I've been daydreaming when I'm on the percs Niggas broke as a joke, they ain't puttin' in work We all toting them poles, we'll take a few souls Even my lil' bitch got a gun in her purse It's been about three months, I was sippin' that syrup Had me sleepwalkin', talking with a slur If I catch him walking, leave him on the curb Desert Eagle will shoot him, call it Larry Bird Play with your bitch, yeah she insecure She know that I'm Juice Man, 2Pac Shakur She know that I know how to make pussy purr Your nigga he ugly, he creepin', a nerd, ayy Huh, I'm sure he probably be slippin' hoes roofies for sure I don't need no molly for me to be savage I don't need no molly to give you the world Got a couple AP's, I don't fuck with no Pateks But guess it's the best, so I got 'em, they dance And I'm rich as a bitch, I don't know how to manage Bank account like the zoo, goin' apes and bananas Smokin' dope 'till I choke up and rollin' up Runtz You want smoke then my niggas'll give you the cancer Like a bad TV show in this ho, you'll get cancelled I'm Michael Jackson, nigga, you Randy, uh Lewis Capaldi 'Wish You The Best' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified [Interlude] Mhm, niggas gettin' mad at me I got idol money, like They keep that shit, it's gon' be a no from me, dawg, haha On bro, I be talkin' my shit, rich nigga shit I could back it up though, no cap Let's go [Verse 2] Do it so effortless, make it look easy I gave my girl dick when she screamin' out, "Feed me" One in the head, F.N on preheat Hit a bitch nigga face, ain't CB, RiRi Diamonds on water, my VVS on Fiji I'm magic even when I'm bored, Ouija Niggas need me to make an all-star team Take the score motherfucker, I know you need me No limit nigga, on limitless pills I been high for a minute, this shit gettin' critical My baby told me that she'll kill for me That turn me on, so I eat the pussy like cereal I'm doin' shit that I wasn't a year ago I go to London, come back, I'm like, "Cheerio" Hang with the criminals, you get to trippin' They blickin', break your ass down, mineral (Mineral)

Smooth and relaxed, let's talk about the facts

GianniMan19-no Snitching is it Love Gianni Man

2Pac-Rea$son Up Ft GianniMan19

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I CANT FUCK WITH YOU THE SAME SO, lose the number and the name ho, Playing these games games, I don't wanna play oh, Whys love gotta be painful, So tell me your plans, Your angle, Cause I don't wanna hurt, And I don't wanna argue So I throw myself in work All in my Huh, yeah all in my, You're, all in my Huh All in my Huh All in my head, You're all in my head.

How can I buy this

0:20 Sometimes when i wake up, i cant move I dont want to check my phone or look at the news Been hurtin, you just got to look close Pop 3 maybe ill make it to the moon Sit in the room by my lonesome, countin up blues Most nights im up late, boolin w my crew My thoughts go by fast, my life it does too 2 racks on my chain, 2 racks on my shoes 2 racks on my girl thats word to my boo Hope your needing me cause im needing you The pain and the hurt i cannot get through Unless im with you unless im with you Sometimes i get lonely, sick of myself Im offa these drugs, cant lie i need help Im downing these pills, theyre wishing me well Im praying for help, they pray for my health I pray for my wealth, they pray for sum else Not even on earth im living in hell

Welcome to my mind scape where I hibituate in self hate Elongate at a savage pace with an even heart rate Reach the stakes to separate my heart outta place Escape to meditate in seasonal wake A distinct trace of disdain its remedial pain Always the same game, insane against the grain In my airway again is some type of taste I barely can wait to hit 'em with the snare and the bass Square in the face right up on stage, Spit at your face, scare ya away Play deep into manic states a prime candidate with drug addict traits Can’t have a taste gotta take like all eight Like, now I’m great Bet you can’t relate When I translate my dead weight Gotta concentrate against the clock I race On air always so we can exchange any day That pen for another item Like I’m dyin’ of boredom At the post mortem chainsawin’ Amen when I’m recordin’ Take punch lines just to snort 'em Inside this ring i’ll finish them Rhymes run under my skin Can’t sleep till like three in the mornin’ Unless I’m start recordin’ No one thinks dark as I think Faster than you can blink Imagine how I keep slaughterin' beats every time that I breathe Alone just me in sync with the M.I.C Rethink apologies cause all my grief aint speaking wrong of me, Drink agony in lyrical essays in obnoxious ways with ink and a page I’d try explain but I'm afraid to unlock it, my subconscious just loves conflict Wit’ idiotic skeletons in the closet I profit from lyrical audits out my epiglottis Won’t promise vomit hummus the most modestless Cause the less you have the more one is worth Wasn’t born on earth, rigor mortis since birth nothing hurts Bury myself first, leave you wit’ dirt Still can’t touch a nerve inturn I reverb some words They all just blur so diverse Alert and connect dot’s Can't remember I forgot alone with a thought Before the beat stops If you'd like to listen - soundcloud.com/darcy-250806685/no-one-thinks?si=b8f2709a225b441a9462ff2758ce29fb&

When this beat is played bars are given a 25% freestyle boost

0:14

Hop Out (Same Clothes) [Intro] Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris (Oh, oh) N***a, G-Money picked me up today, where the fuck you at? (Oh, oh) Ten racks, it's a Goyard bag, bitch (Oh, oh) All I need is a bad bitch Counting money is a habit, triple nine [Pre-Chorus] Hop out the coupe, let the doors close (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Every day I'm off a Xan or a narco And I know these bitches scan like a barcode I'm too busy swimming through the money Really feeling like a shark though (Cash, cash, cash) [Chorus] Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go [Verse 1] Walking in the room, find it on my shoes I could never lose, I don't got shit to lose But don't get it confused, I took a loss or two I remember when I lived on Misery Avenue I remember taking drugs, a couple Percs, that'll do Lost so many friends 'cause I had such a bad attitude All them pretty girls, I'm sorry, I can't stay mad at you So still come through, ho, we can make a move, ho I don't need one Xan, I need two, ho Counted up like twenty bands, did that with my eyes closed I ain't ever been to France, but I got a French ho In a two-door, kicking that shit like Judo [Chorus] Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go [Verse 2] I remember when they thought I was a lame-o Now I'm calling all the bad hoes, lame hoes I don't have a main ho, all girls are the same, ho I was in a Bentley truck, now I need a Range Rove' I'ma go where they can't go, I need a chain like the Django I was just smoking on mango, they ain't even look like G-Fazos My room look like a gun show, need a Draco with a condo Hit a n***a with a combo, I ain't really tryna fight though I be geeking off the X, ho, finna go fuck on my ex ho I do that shit out of spite though, hit the strip club, it's a rainstorm I don't really wanna brag, but, I do it so good I get paid for it The Draco with a Gucci backpack, fuck it, I'ma be a psycho [Chorus] Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew) I remember when I used to wear the same clothes Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go [Outro] Stunt on these fuck-n***as

Knocked out on the floor last night to this instrumental

anyone else get minecraft vibes from this

Ready for winter

Own Yesterday I tripped fallin into sin Today I pray to God I don’t do it again My brother told me to describe His perfectness I said Jesus is I said Jesus is Don’t chase thrills, cuz you gon end up in a ditch God showed me get out your bag Yeah I know that I cannot sit We cannot mess wit snakes wait God will show us who the serpent is The end is near The visions can’t get any clearer Anyways G O D His year Hold the sword His word no spears Shootin shots at all the demons uh Dissapear God gon pour out 7 cups, I know I cannot fear Christian’s faker than fake they don’t got no guts say they walk wit Christ yeah the Highest Son Afraid to take a stand uh I know that’s a bummer uh I know the time is coming yeah I know that I will not run And Jesus told us once before about the end when He gon come He’s making it happen Fightin these enemies it’s automatic Casting out demons they end is too tragic Ball in the spirit but no it’s no mavericks False teaching stretch the truth like elastic They can’t handle truth because inside they do not have it. Pray to God to open eyes Father never lacking Preach truth otherwise it’s bad Father gettin mad Father make it happen uh never cappin Preach truth otherwise it’s bad Father gettin mad Father make it happen uh never cappin Ooooo, I know I can’t do this on my own Demons come around leave me alone Peace of mind I know They think I’m delirious Tell ‘em the truth they saying you serious Gods Word is in my mind, yeah I’m feeling so spirited I need His word period You hear what He saying Are you really hearing it If you wanna understand pray to God to understand Reborn from past you could say a second chance I’m doing whatever it takes, man yk the drill I know that this too real Love for real love for real love for real The devil tried to dance Rebuke him from my plans I only got from for Christ n God I AM Yesterday I tripped fallin into sin Today I pray to God I don’t do it again My brother told me to describe His perfectness I said Jesus is I said Jesus is Preach truth otherwise it’s bad Father gettin mad Father make it happen uh never cappin Preach truth otherwise it’s bad Father gettin mad Father make it happen uh never cappin Ooooo, I know I can’t do this on my own Demons come around leave me alone Peace of mind I know Glory to God and Christ

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

hey can you please give me the wav file for this on gmail?i can pay a little if you want cuz i need it much

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

They keep taking this song off youtube

Incroyable

Can i use this?????

Sometimes, really wanna know what you're thinking Alright, really wanna know what you're thinking On your mind, really wanna know what you're thinking, bae I really wanna know what you're, uh Sometimes, really wanna know what you're thinking Oh, I really wanna know, wanna know what's on your mind Yeah, is it the same thing that's on mine, mine, mine? Skip Ad BabyTron “8th Wonder of The World” (Live Performance) | Open Mic [Verse 1] Somethin' telling me Satan not a hard thinker, yeah I ain't really take him as a hard thinker, yeah But I ain't really take him as the devil either Nowadays his name is pronounced, "Overdose Perky Fever" Oh, death was in my mental, bae, you're also on my skull You kick them demons out my head, you tell 'em that they got to go Treat them like some groupie hoes, silly goofy hoes Then you proceed to unpack your things and turn my head into your home You do the same thing with my heart, uh, oh You put the hell flames out, you make the love scars go away Now Lotti, you're in my soul The end of the world wouldn't make you go away I know that you're here to stay The devil can't make you go away He don't know God the one that put you in this place (Haha), ayy [Chorus] Sometimes, really wanna know what you're thinking Alright, really wanna know what you're thinking On your mind, really wanna know what you're thinking, bae I really wanna know what you're, uh Sometimes, really wanna know what you're thinking Oh, I really wanna know, wanna know what's on your mind Yeah, is it the same thing that's on mine, mine, mine? [Verse 2] Dark thoughts, you're the light in the tunnel (Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts) All, all these dark thoughts (Dark thoughts, all these dark thoughts) If you saw what I saw it'll haunt you, you (All these dark thoughts) By blood involve you (Thoughts, all these dark thoughts) Endanger all the loved ones around you (Dark thoughts, thoughts, thoughts) That's when he himself surrounds you (All these dark thoughts, all these dark thoughts) When your demons be themselves and clown you (All these dark thoughts, thoughts, dark thoughts) Wasn't your friend to start with (Thoughts) Now you sittin' there soul-less (All these dark thoughts) Might as well have pentagrams runnin' on your popist (Thoughts, thoughts, dark thoughts) As a demon I was gorgeous, but I was full of torment Shit start gettin' annoyin', yeah I could feel my soul burnin' [Bridge] Put all that shit away, I locked it up, it's in a dungeon Cellar in my head but the key is in my stomach Perkys dropping in me, pray to God that I don't unlock it Bible in my hand, key to my destruction in my pocket [Chorus] Sometimes, really wanna know what you're thinking Alright, really wanna know what you're thinking On your mind, really wanna know what you're thinking, bae I really wanna know what you're, uh (I wanna know what's on your mind) Sometimes, really wanna know what you're thinking Oh, I really wanna know, wanna know what's on your mind Yeah, is it the same thing that's on mine, mine, mine? [Outro] Oh, that's on mine Oh, on my mind Oh, it gon' come alive Oh, not tonight So out of my mind Pray they don't come alive No, not tonight So hold on, love Oh, sippin' that dirty Sprite Oh, damn near finna die Oh, said that's why I know when you're alone Oh, yes, I know Oh, oh, oh You might also like Godzilla Eminem Poland Lil Yachty Forever Lil Baby 22 Embed About Genius Annotation 3 contributors “On Your Mind,” also known by fans as “Dark Thoughts,” is an unreleased track by Chicago native, Juice WRLD. On the Nick Mira production, Juice questions his significant other Ally Lotti, seeking her desires within her mind. On March 26, 2019, Juice co-signed a segment of the lyrics within the song via a tweet. The track was also previewed via Instagram in the early months of 2019. The song was leaked in its entirety on November 13, 2020, and it is currently unknown if the song will ever see an official release. Expand +41 Share Ask us a question about this song

This beat is ass compared to the other one

So good! I appreciate the fact that it was made from scratch!

Could you send the flip to download this song so I can study it?

We need what’s brackin instrumental

I had to wake the beast up yea today I be make in dividends While the beast up in his cave Chilling off the dome today While the beast up in he deen okay Started on my day aaa Woke up in some chains But I’m the one to say hey I wanna make a change And I’ll never leave your face If I see you here today But the truth holds me up here yeah today Locked up in this place But I can’t escape my maze Ballin like koby up it and switch one up like the ops you know I have my blade And we smoke one to the face yeah this backwood to the face Off now I’m in my race slick spead off then the lanz start switching on me aayyy I’m on my way don’t get out ya face I be stuck up in the mud Two much blood in my cup I have to say Let me wash my brain Have some fun today Hold up lemme crack my cards yeah wait I ain’t stated on you face Tell tha lives that he can save yeah save That we’re not here yet but wait Tell them we coming for your place Vision getin blurrier so I see your face away always wonder bout my brain But I can’t say you could save me and all my things Tell all the pain to come my way Torture me out of my face all these Numbers are in my brain And I’m still standing here today So you lost and I win this day So I’m the Champion of his day Well there’s nothing you can say

acapella??

PLEASE SOMEONE DO an instrumental for “MISERY AVENUE v2” by Juice WRLD… There literally isn’t not even actually just ONE SINGLE DECENT REMAKE of the Misery Avenue with the drums the that’s leaked either v2 or v3 is what I’m talking about for Gor sakes can someone just make a Misery Avenue instrumental. Mucho Gracias eñ Ådvænçe ämighošt!!!

This beat hits different at night