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I wonder can i use this beat

this shit go hard

This instrumental go so crazy

0:46

BS Company get ya shit together stop being hoes!

Fuck nemz but I can relate when he said I cba with the stress Them pricks don’t know bout stress, H died they weren’t even pressed This ain’t fortnite but that shank went thru that pussios chest 15 I started trapping and it all started upon baswich crest I don’t do no ticks do I look like a clock I don’t give no head do I look like a thot Fuck the lisping your kinda dead but I’ll let gimme uck After that let’s fuck never mind I ain’t tryna fuck I ain’t no sheep I decide what’s what These man pop pills can’t be me instead I’m in need of the gwop Mynigga loves to chef and I love makin dough hence why he is my bro Only thing we ain’t ina kitchen we don’t cook on the stove Where I’m from you hear gunshots like I lived up in greasy grove Where rks from theres no way out, why do you think he sells hella stones I was lurking saw no one so I centred back just jus like john stones Ima fighter but in France I’m holding a dots do it like John jones I was stressed when my marj found all of my dough I was stressed when my heart got broke I was stressed when Mynigga got poked But fuck it im built and niggas they know hence why they never provoke Unlike alla these clout chasers I live what I rap What I say is the truth that’s on my mum I could never cap Big man now got more than a band in cash that’s jus from trap That nigga got turned inside out just like flip flap Then his boy ran from me could say he done a quick lap The whole gang need ps why u think rk conquered the map I’m gettin a call like is it a drop or a shot, but Ino it’s a drop Cah it came from zakk I cba with the fools that want attention I jus want bread please stay off my path Fuck nemz but I relate when he said I cba with the stress Them pricks don’t know bout stress, H died they weren’t even pressed This ain’t fortnite but that shank went thru that pussios chest 15 I started trapping and it all started upon baswich crest

Yea Heaven On, gang, gang (Woo!) Yeah, run up on Heaven, you won't, I bet your ass be on the floor Yeah, Heaven! Stomp a lil' pussy ho with some shell toes (Yeah, Heaven!) Slappin' rap bitches and makin' bail, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) No competition, these bitches stale, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) Cuban on Cuban, my shit in layers, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) Keep runnin' circles around these snail hoes (Yeah, Heaven!) And my shit bumpin' up in the jail, ho Oh, gang (Yeah, Heaven!) Ayy, flexin' hard, like I’m buildin' a fort (Yeah, Heaven!) Stackin' this paper, yeah, I don’t fall short (Yeah, Heaven!) I’m out in the field, no time for the sport (Yeah, Heaven!) Talkin’ big game, but ain't holdin’ a court Got my squad with me, we ain’t playin' no games (Yeah, Heaven!) Touch my style, and you feelin' the flames (Yeah, Heaven!) Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, they shout my name (Yeah, Heaven!) Bitches mad ‘cause they know they ain’t the same (What?) I’m a boss, no cap, I’m runnin’ the scene (Yeah, Heaven!) Pullin’ up clean, like a money machine (Yeah, Heaven!) Haters be hatin’, yeah, they just obscene (Yeah, Heaven!) But I’m too blessed, like I’m livin’ a dream Broke bitches watchin’, tryna catch my vibe (Yeah, Heaven!) But I’m too fly, yeah, they can't even jive (Yeah, Heaven!) Got the world on my back, and I just thrive (Yeah, Heaven!) Run it up quick, watch the hustle arrive On, gang, gang (Woo!) Yeah, run up on Heaven, you won't, I bet your ass be on the floor Yeah, Heaven! Stomp a lil' pussy ho with some shell toes (Yeah, Heaven!) Slappin' rap bitches and makin' bail, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) No competition, these bitches stale, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) Cuban on Cuban, my shit in layers, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho (Yeah, Heaven!) Keep runnin' circles around these snail hoes (Yeah, Heaven!) And my shit bumpin' up in the jail, ho Oh, gang (Yeah, Heaven!) Yeah, I’m up in the booth, spittin' fire like a dragon (Yeah, Heaven!) Whippin' these beats, you know I ain’t laggin’ (Yeah, Heaven!) Thuggin’ through life, yeah, you know I’m braggin’ (Yeah, Heaven!) Put the pressure on ‘em, watch these bitches saggin’ Rollin’ with the homies, we don’t play by the rules (Yeah, Heaven!) Keep it real tight, we ain't actin' like fools (Yeah, Heaven!) Chasin' that paper, you know that we schooled (Yeah, Heaven!) Bustin’ through ceilings, we breakin' the tools On, gang, gang (Woo!) Yeah, run up on Heaven, you won't, I bet your ass be on the floor Yeah, Heaven!

my homeboy just beat cancer

Tommy got his own f style dam 💀

Que instrumental lindo! 😭💕

This shii fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥

i had to remix the song cuz Ice & CC fumbled HARD bro

bro is a hero

It goes hard

Vsts?

Love the beat and the song awesome!!!!!!°

This beat sucks it’s so scary and weird

Run up and get done up🔥🔥🔥

How come when I see your name on my lock screen I already know what it means? I was rolling in his bed, you was rent-free in my head I thought I was done with that lease Please I wanna love another person Can I please love another person this time? Oh, oh, me I been putting all this work in And you still got a place in my mind Oh, oh Why it's gotta be your way? I want it to be mine What you think this is, foreplay? Must be outta your mind They tell me to ignore it Don't you think that I've tried And I've tried, and I've tried, and I've tried I know when you said goodbye, you ain't mean no goodbye Here we go, uh-oh, ah I know when you get to liking my pictures, it's time Here we go, uh-oh, ah Over and over and over we go Older and older and older, but so? Soon as I finally meet someone else that I like Here we go, uh-oh, ah Already know Could never be a bitter person 'cause I'm grown You always outside, take your ass back home Pulling up on me, boy, you wrong Uh-uh-oh Why it's gotta be your way? I want it to be mine What you think this is, foreplay? Must be outta your mind They tell me to ignore it Don't you think that I've tried And I've tried, and I've tried, and I've tried I know when you said goodbye, you ain't mean no goodbye Here we go, uh-oh, ah I know when you get to liking my pictures, it's time Here we go, uh-oh, ah Over and over and over we go Older and older and older, but so? Soon as I finally meet someone else that I like Here we go, uh-oh, ah Better man Why don't you just be the better man? Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between Why don't you just be the better man? Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between Better man Why don't you just be the better man? (Baby, 'cause you know you're wrong) Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between Why don't you just be the better man? (I can't keep playing games with you no more) Why I gotta be the bigger man? You just wanna be the middle man Tryna get in between

Hmmm. I was about to stem out the beats for the entire album for my personal listening pleasure. So I'm clear, this is the original, instrumental that was officially released?

Period big Sean is my birthday twin 😍

Beat is 🔥🔥🔥

Love this boom boom

Ive been looking for this for the past hour ty

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Uh, what (All, all, all kind of ideas) Never before, nigga, uh-huh (All, all, all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas) Yeah, boy, yeah, nigga Last night, uh-huh (All-all-all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas) Yeah, boy, uh-huh Yeah (All-all-all-all-all-all kind, all kind of ideas) Yeah, yeah, uh-huh Uh, uh, yeah, ayo [Verse 1: Pete Rock & Rakim] I'm soul brother uno (Uno), black from the future Make beats on the table if I break my computer (Break my computer) And still make hits like I used to (Uh) Keep your top five, I'm God's favorite producer (For real) Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome (Nope) Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone (Way better) So many ideas coming out the wazoo (Uh) It's only one of me, can never do what I do (Ayy) Past, present and future; that is timeless (Uh) Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless (Never) Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man (Uh-huh) Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan (Word) Tears for fears (What), I said a shout out to all my peers But I never ran out of all kind of ideas, I said (All kind of ideas, yeah, boy) Tears for fear, a shout out to all my peers (What) But never ran out of all kind of ideas (Let's go) See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists You might also like Chi-Town Do It Common & Pete Rock Fortunate Common & Pete Rock Now And Then Common & Pete Rock [Break: Rakim] All, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas All-all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas All-all, all-all-all kind, all kind of ideas All, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all kind of ideas [Verse 2: Common & Rakim] Rack focus to the black Moses that's light skinned A dawn like when the night end, I'm multi-hyphened My stipend is ripened from Chi’ to Big Apple On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons any subject I tackle And grapple with wack dudes And school niggas like black schools 'cause they lack rules Niggas mad 'cause I know that cash rules everything around me except my mind The underground found me, and depth I find on the railroad I unjail souls like Harriet Spitting chariots of fire through the wire and live barb fences I murder MCs, some say that it's senseless (All) Bomber like a winter coat though I've been In the trenches Known to go for it like fourth and inches Move the chains, I maneuver through the game My thought grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train Foes came sporting fake smiles like dentures Them monkeys been programmed, at them, I throw wrenches Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions These are adventures from Avalon benches The real hip-hop, Com' came to his senses Extensions of a man, the master planned for years For me to bring to the world (All kind of ideas) [Break: Rakim] All kind, all-all-all-all kind of ideas, all-all kind of ideas All kind of, all, all All kind of ideas, all kind of ideas All kind of-all kind of ideas All kind of, all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas All-all kind of ideas All kind of, all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas (All-all-all kind of ideas) All-all-all-all-all-all kind of ideas All kind of, all-all kind of ideas All kind, all kind of ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas

This sounds expensive

Whole street ran when I let it bang. Pull up for the gang. Whole street woke up when it rang. See a op , it go biddy bang. I don't think they understand. Welcome to murder land.

First things first girk u

This should be extended. It can't get old!!

This a different instrumental

Sign Up Have It All Lil JoJo and $wagg Lyrics About Comments 1 1 Have It All Lyrics [Intro] Young Chop on the beat [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil JoJo] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all Yeah, bitch, we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Bust some shots at a opp, watch his body fall Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all If you holding, hit your pockets, bitch, I need it all [Verse 1: Swagg Dinero] Okay, off the top, how I do this shit, I get a lot of niggas hatin' To me, that shit all good 'cause that's how we gon' get paid I'm a beast up in these True's, who the fuck is you? My niggas totin' tools, Bob the Builder on these dudes Too many Swishers, I can't roll 'em up Pass 'em to my bitch, yeah, she know what's up She bad as fuck and she drillin' quick Pass hеr to my man's and I bet he hit All my niggas recklеss, tatted like some eses Liquor in my cup, speedin', no expressway The highway, yeah, that's my way (The highway, yeah, that's my way) Leave 'em dead in the driveway (Leave 'em dead in the driveway) Edai, you can have it all, all the drillers feel the same Told her, "I ain't no psychiatrist, but I want that brain" [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil JoJo] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all Yeah, bitch, we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Bust some shots at a opp, watch his body fall Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all If you holding, hit your pockets, bitch, I need it all [Verse 2: Lil JoJo] My niggas official, boy, they bound to kill (Bound to kill) Catch a opp, he gettin' popped just like a pill (Just like a pill) My niggas 'bout that life, so we keep the steel (They with it) It ain't no game in the field, boy, this shit is real Niggas snakes, so you better watch who you trust Same niggas you kick it with, same niggas that get you fucked up But I ain't with that tricky shit (I'm not) Smokin' dope, real dope, yeah, that sticky shit (Loud) I got a bad bitch, pretty face, she thick as shit Took her to the crib and gave her ass the dope dick She say, "JoJo, eat me!" I say, "No, bitch! (What's wrong with you?) What the fuck is wrong with you? You a thot, bitch" [Chorus: Swagg Dinero & Lil Mister] If you grabbing, then we taxing, you can have it all It's Montana, boy, I got the .40 by my draws If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all I'm in the field, this shit for real, boy, we don't play at all Big cannon in my draws, you can have it all Say hello, say hello to my little friend (Bang) Whole thirty, let 'em off, you can have it all We sendin' shots, sendin' shots, boy, we don't play at all

Been here since the old days you been dropping the beats 🤘🏽

This shit so tough

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Damn

Actually accurate - Best one on YT

ST7 gang Fabricando as notas antes não era ninguém Sujeito homem só tem valor pelo que faz por alguém Só dão valor pra um quebrada se não tiver quebrado também Brilho da inveja de arrombado reflete na chainz Brilho da mente brilhante reflete na conta corrente Brilho do Ice brilhante Reflete na garota quente Trabalho do mano brilhante Atrai olhar aqui dessa gente O drip pode ser congelante Mas o molho my brudda é quente (paw) JP é master Drill Cozinho tipo Masterchef Elas fervendo no cio Meu tempero é que elas querem Grana sobe, elas descem Se joga só porque canto rap Grana sobe, elas descem Se joga pros menor do 7 (Grrr) É do 0 isso aqui Não sou um mano comum Me elevando ao zero pra que Eu seja o número um Colabs em outro país Eu e meus bros vivendo disso First turn brudda from the hood I get the commas with numbers, that's period

ako si boy kasta

Rigamortus" Alright, here we go, third take Real quick, Ali Mm Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson with madness Now just imagine the magic I light to asses Don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yes, sir (Amen), church (He dead), I killed him (Amen), bitch And this is rigor mortis and it's gorgeous when you die Ali recorded and I'm Morpheus, the matrix of my mind I'm out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined I'm on the toilet when I rhyme, if you the shit, then I decline I climax where you begin and then I end on cloud nine And that's important when you morph into an angel in the sky And don't be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply And tell me that you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite And I'ma be here for a while, just buckle up before the ride Or knuckle up if you can fight, we always making 'em duck or die A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide CSI just might investigate this fucking parasite (He dead, amen) That's what they telling me Aim it at your celebrity, this is studio felony Ferragami so many and cool enough for the '70s Nigga, payback's a bitch, and bitch, you been livin' in debt with me Dead 'em all and especially Leave a call on his mother voicemail that say that he rest in peace Bigger chopper the recipe Wrestling? That's irrelevant, rather rest at your residence Whistling to the melody, couldn't think of a better D Better be on your P and Q, it's just me, Jay Rock, Soul, and Q Solar system and barbecue, nothing else you can do (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I killed him (He dead, amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper I wrapped him and made him Casper, I capture the likes of NASA My pedigree to fly past ya, I'll pass the weed to the pastor We all are sinners, won't you send us to Bible study faster? Your hypocritist reaction a blasphemy, I assassin my casualty And it's casually done, and tell 'em my salary come In lump sum one hundreds, don't talk to me 'bout no money The sun is under my feet, and I come in peace to compete I don't run if you'd rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks And I go visit the nearest creek, and I get busy on many MC Really ballistic, anybody can see Any assistance, everybody deceased Some persistence, recognize I be Really too vicious, the permanent beast And the demolition breaking up the street Better partition, better dot your T And I gon' mention how the far you see Putting my dick in the rap industry Everybody bitching, getting mad at me Recognize Kendrick in the battery And I'm charged up, and the catastrophe Is charged up, and the audacity Of y'all fucks never could hassle me And y'all luck just ran out, you'll see (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead), yup-yup (Amen), I know (He dead), for sure (Amen), amen

TYYY

Yeah, yeah (alright), oh Yeah, yeah, oh (alright) Yeah, yeah, oh I don't know if it's you, I could tell the truth I'm not in the mood, yeah (yeah) Tell me how you feel, tell me if it's real, but that's nothin' new, yeah, on God Bring that shit together, I could be the glue, I could be the tool Now you tryna run the show, tryna be my main, but you number two, yeah, woah Every time they went and tried or somethin' It's a man down, man down, man down Better not bring your lil' ho around 'Cause she fanned out, fanned out, fanned out I don't know where I would be today if I never went and took a chance now But I know I had it planned out, still goin', we not even here now Bitch, I be on my own shit Yeah, bitch, I be on my own time Oh, that's your shawty? Then how we still linkin'? How come I hit that shit both times? Askin' me questions, "Tec, you really want me?" Keep it a buck, I'm like "No, why?" Baby, I'm not one of those guys I need the guap and that soul tied Yeah, see those, costed me couple Gs C-notes to see me on the scene You gettin' taxed if you not on the team I do the most, but it's showin' a fee It probably take a lot to tolerate me It's obvious, they love to change with the seasons Only one life, I got only one reason Said I do it, bitch, I'm doin' it, beastin' I don't know if it's you, I could tell the truth I'm not in the mood, yeah (yeah) Tell me how you feel, tell me if it's real, but that's nothin' new, yeah, on God Bring that shit together, I could be the glue, I could be the tool Now you tryna run the show, tryna be my main, but you number two, yeah, woah Every time they went and tried or somethin' It's a man down, man down, man down Better not bring your lil' ho around 'Cause she fanned out, fanned out, fanned out I don't know where I would be today if I never went and took a chance now But I know I had it planned out, still goin', we not even here now They're 'bout to play my song They're 'bout to play my song

This is amazing

Open Drakes Heat Part 6 acapella on another tab and play them both at 0:12 at the same time

Best instrumental wrld

Hatin' bitches be angry, hatin' bitches, they ain't me How the fuck I'm still chewin' bitches in gray shorts and a plain tee? Mad as fuck if I was them, D&G and it's custom Cuban Link with a pink gem, I'm the one who they pumpin' (Yup) Rap bitch on a pop chart, toastin' bitches like Pop-Tarts You's a flop, bitch, knock it off, where the champagne? I'ma pop it off Bitch, you know you ain't like that, post a pic and he like that Fat butt with a back tat, and I been bad like Mike Jack (Yup) Talk a lot, but ain't sayin' shit, I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most, if you make your bed, better lay in it Name got the bitch gaggin', hit the bench, I been tagged in Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in, stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (Yup) Gracie Abrams 'Risk' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Bridge] Got these bitchеs copyin' my pose Got these bitchеs bitin' on my flows Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes And I really write, like fuck a ghost (Yup) [Verse 2] Chanel bags and it's cashmere Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (Oh, I, oh, I) Bum bitches had a bad year Bitches stay on my Pauly D, send 'em back home like the cab's here Sold half a milli' on a mixtape Probably more on a quick tape, and it's all real, ain't shit fake (Yup) Never lucky, I been blessed, queen said I'm the princess Been gettin' them big checks in a big house, havin' rich sex Jamaican plug named Batman, pack smellin' like trash cans Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pac-Man (Yup) Niggas fucked, but it ain't many, lil' body, but my name heavy Baddest out, you can ask Getty, and I never lack 'cause I stay ready Fat butt, pull my pants up, shakin' ass, got my bands up Her man callin' and she mad as fuck, bitch, be happy I don't answer (Yup)

Mustard gotta be one of the best producers this world has seen