[FREE] NBA Youngboy Type Beat 2024 - ''Life Changing''

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  • čas přidán 26. 07. 2024
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Komentáře • 5

  • @adriandeleon4015
    @adriandeleon4015 Před 2 měsíci +3

    Everything about this life i live
    It’s a process
    You gon have to learn how to give more and say less
    I’ve been trying to make this right
    But I keep falling
    I know one day all things will be alright, God I’m calling

  • @Foerahrah82777
    @Foerahrah82777 Před 2 měsíci +4

    Tryna Change For The Better/ drugs don't make it no better/we all straggling tryna change our situation /

  • @offitfendi2252
    @offitfendi2252 Před 2 měsíci +3

    I don’t answer they still call
    They still wondering what they doing wrong
    I’m still tryna pick myself up so I can run the marathon
    I’m still rocking with the cobras who were coiled up on the lawn
    I’m still driving far up north then I’m driving back to Vaughn
    Ain’t no cybertron
    But I’m still off of those transformers
    Push just came to shove because they put him in a corner
    It’s always way more dangerous when the weather getting warmer
    They still happy killing the streets gave them brain disorders
    We still going far
    I still remember when we starved
    I wish that I could see them I’m wishing on a shooting star
    I’m still looking in the mirror and wondering who we are
    He still wanna stand over them ready to run right out the car
    All my hitters throwed
    But we ain’t playing with our nose
    They in the trap with the windows open standing over stoves
    They still in the trap with masks on tryna turn the dust to stones
    They made mistakes and made some moves I said I don’t condone
    Yes we gotta eat
    Where would we be without the streets
    Quarterbacking plays and I’m still locked in with OGs
    They still tryna catch a murder they keep listening to Lil Kee
    Still got some pending cases but I ain’t copping pleas
    G lock with the Glow
    I’m with sum cons but they’re still pros
    If my hitter cut his dreads you probably in a box with a red rose
    I remember burning bridges filling fridges kicking doors
    It ain’t a hard decision to put their faces on the floor