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I think it's beautiful when people can tell a story, so many people live and die without ever telling their stories, so I never take for granted when somebody tells me about their life. I hold it dearly to my heart and I think about it a lot, sometimes I live my life through those people, I remember their story as if the mistakes they made were my own. I make music because it tells my story in an abstract way, I don't think anybody wants to hear my story unless it's entertaining, and I think that's the sickness that causes depression and anxiety, that's what feeds that feeling that keeps you silent, I hope everyone finds their voice and shares their story but I know it's rare. I'll keep searching for those list souls and let them know I want them to be heard.

Dikka ich bin Backed up keine biliigen

Arkama bakmadan gittim ileri bu mu koydu moruk Hala benim sonumu göremiyo baktığın doruk Senin nirvanan benim en alt katım olur Cebin dolar ama karakterin hala fakir oğlum haha Hasımlarımın hepsi rahatsız benim kazanmamdan Haber veriyim size hiçbiriniz yanıma yaklaşamaz Hahaha bu yüzden bırakın beni kıskanmayı da Gerçek bi şeyler katın o boş hayatlarınıza Akıl fikir verdin bana ama kaldın geride Bende oturdum deftere ekledim seni len Artık aklımdasın uzaktan beni izle Kaldırırdım eskiden ama şimdi olcaksın yere serilen

Manipulation She would tell me I was nothing but I became suttin I was shouting down the phone cause she was raising new topics I was tryna fly to the tropics But she kept me in the ends She’s was playing with my trust And I was believing we were freinds I would sneak out the yard Tryna pattern her a Benz She would manipulate me on the regular But still tryna make amends Make amends? Bitch are we even still friends ? A new chapter of my life Now I’m tryna fight the crime D died to the knife So a blade hurts my eyes A words enough for the wise But I’m giving you a sentence For you worth stay dependent flip a coin in your life Im seeing death or a sentence I beg you turn to repentance Your life is in danger This isn’t minor this is major You better thrive of them haters Never bottom numerators Never bottom x3 Numerators Flip the table and now your back again Getting mistreated by your so called friend Tryna climb the fence Then She pulled me back down and it’s half past ten So I broke my leg Then she saying not to scream But my bloods now dense So watch who your with Cause when the devil can’t get u they try and use ur friend Im stuck to the pen Tryna write down my childhood Then what came to my mind Was balling and a right hook I was filled with anger and no patience I couldn’t even get past reading books So I’m writing bars thinking of the future Fuck the flipping past x2 Dave question type bwat

I was shotting up dem 3.5s like vardie on the wing Then I gave it to my catty darg And he smoked in a min See I never meant to sin But I fell in love wid da bins You think I might be a tramp but those 6 are for the win The the digits of my life Your life for those digits You woke up in a cell You can’t move Your tryna fidget A window no Handle And now your tryna hit But your brains like a widget It’s been restrained to a box And if that’s box’s been damaged Then your brain starts to rot A box with no box And a cell without a celly Now your sleeping on the floor Cah the crackhead wants the telly And he’s staring down with meaning And yours brain has some options Either let it be or beat him And you chose the second And now your tryna stop the bleeding You probably wonder of my meaning And the constant use of and It’s cause this lifestyles like a plan With no meaning or helping hands See this plan never stops x2 It’s tryna race to the box And it’s faster than a fox And the box is ur future And the plan is what’s needs ya x3 So mans smoking that sisha Im better then the nina My flow is like a creature Hard to find and hard to pursue Never tie my lace If you never been in my shoes Dave isolation type beat

I was stuck in the yard with dark thoughts in my head I was thinking of the bread And a way to pass the Feds But the visions in my head Kept saying I was clever But when I went to school I couldn’t even spell feather And I thought I was depressed I couldn’t even manifest Of all the dreams in my head A sharp pain in my chest Every time that I am nervous I js wish I had a curtain That would make me unseen They say Mystywillbeseen But maybe behind a screen Cause I’m scared of the failure That’s almost imminent Think of eminem wretch and even jack Harlow They could never reach there goals If they couldn’t see how far it goes But I might go ghost From all the things in the world That pins needles to my toes Let’s see where it goes If it goes left I can go right Progress can hold tight Scraping thru the cold nights With no blanket No mattress Lying on a black ditch (Dave watch me type beat)

Koul hkeya touffa bniheya W koul niheya endha bdeya W MCH KOL BDEYA LEZM S3IDA NIHEYA bdett riweya ki habit ntirr fsmeya Denya dhka tet3da f sweye3

I was stuck in the yard with dark thoughts in my head I was thinking of the bread And a way to pass the Feds But the visions in my head Kept saying I was clever But when I went to school I couldn’t even spell feather And I thought I was depressed I couldn’t even manifest Of all the dreams in my head A sharp pain in my chest Every time that I am nervous I js wish I had a curtain That would make me unseen They say Mystywillbeseen But maybe behind a screen Cause I’m scared of the failure That’s almost imminent Think of eminem wretch and even jack Harlow They could never reach there goals If they couldn’t see how far it goes But I might ghost

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(Verse 1) Yo, I’m walking these streets with only 3 hours sleep On the roads day by day, ducking feds just to make p Mum ur weren’t round how I’d liked it of been good job she didn’t see half the thing I seen Caused so much pain so many times she cried herself to sleep She worried bout her son whilst I’m walking these street I beg her everyone morning straight not to be But I wanted to be the man of the house so I hit the streets cause no guidance was never really given to me I turned 17 and caught case intent to supply class A The judge gave 3 years for calling of phones. Sat in my cell thinking how stupid rotting away and feeling alone Not one letter not even a call from the prison phone While my family and my bros all sat nice thinking when am I going home.

I've been locked outta of my feelings sitting in my room and looking at my window celling

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Late-night thoughts, can’t trust my mind, One foot in but I’m out in time, Still hear bro like, “Make that move,” But I don’t know if it’s worth that crime. Mum still stressin’, bills still due, Got two ways out, gotta pick my route, Trap or rap? Man, the line too thin, One pays fast but the risk too grim. Still see Jake’s when I’m out on mains, Still see opps but I don’t say names, Still see L’s when I count my wins, Man, I’m stuck in the life, gotta switch that lane. I could make bands, could change that quick, But I still got pain that I can’t dismiss, Still got rage, still got scars, Still see feds when I park that whip. (Verse 2 - Dave Flow) I been torn for a minute, Tryna fight my past, but I’m caught in the image, Tryna chase this dream, but the road still tempting, One bad move, now the case got pending. Man, I hate this life, but I love these streets, Man, I want that peace, but I need these Ps, Man, I miss my dawgs, but they’re all in cells, And the ones in graves never got their dreams. What’s the cost of a win when your heart still aches? What’s the price of a choice when it’s one mistake? What’s the point of a Benz if you’re moving fake? What’s the point of a chain if your soul ain’t safe? I could run this game, I could make that flip, I could risk it all, but I ain’t that kid, Too much loss, man, the scars run deep, So I sit and think while I sip this drink. (Verse 3 - Central Cee Flow) Split decision, can’t take that back, One wrong step, can’t change that fact, One bad move, now bro got wrapped, Now his mum’s in tears and his yute won’t chat. Still hear voices, still see signs, Still feel trapped when I check my mind, Still feel lost when I count my bread, Man, I got my goals but I lost my time. I could call up bro, could get that drop, But I swear down now, gotta play that smart, Still got weight from the things I’ve done, Still feel pain, still hear my past. (Outro - Dave Flow) Split decision, fate’s too quick, One wrong turn, now your life just switched, One last call, now your dawg got nicked, Man, the roads don’t care, gotta play that risk. Too much weight, too much choice, Too much noise, can’t hear my voice, Too much war, too much grief, Man, I made it out, but I lost my peace.

Walking down my road and I don't even know my ends now Everybody's shanked up, everybody's got a skeng now And man are tryna cotch with a jezzy Talking about they're cocking a semi They move rocks at the ready See, every boy's a trapper 'til the shit hits the fan And then the shit hits the walls, you're flushing bits of the raw And every girl's a trap queen, 'til they kick in the door And now you're in a station telling stories like Roald Dahl Your man are in a holding cell, hoping that you hold out My ends is all fucked now, got a nigga tryna cut now I've been to the end of that road Bruv I've been to them graveyards I've been to the pen for my bros And bruv I've seen what a skeng does to mugs in the south Like I've seen a shank leave a nigga's guts hanging out Seen big straps make a whip crash, no whiplash Big money make a big man look like a kid akh' You ain't really from here Armani's clean, the vision's never cloudy So know what I'm-on-clear, you're trapping for designer I'm in and out of Santander On a madness doing recon for a line up 4-1-9, that's word to my Nigerian uncle up in Lagos No favours for the paper Bring all your guys and you can lose that war You bring a burner to the beef, I'll make you use that corn You bring a turner to the madness, you could lose that corn My Leicester niggas have you missing, thats some uni-corn School they never rated, girls call me a money man The yutes call me a paigon Linkin Park “The Emptiness Machine” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Bridge] But I've never been a witness like Jehovah So I couldn't tell you my involvement, from sticks to revolvers I've never been no victim to them olders So I can't disclose what the holder gets You have to ask my older friends Never been a witness like Jehovah So I couldn't tell you my involvement, from sticks to revolvers I've never been no victim to them olders So I can't disclose what the holder gets You have to ask my older friends

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Dio mi sente quando piango, Dio mi vede anche sul fondo, Chi da luce rischia il buio, è così che funziona il mondo, Nella testa ho delle voci, dicono in sottofondo, Che la vita vale nulla, un millesimo di secondo, Dio perché sei così buono, Io mi sento così vuoto, Dio anche se ho sofferto molto, spero ci sia un piano in fondo, Troppi peccati addosso, ho solo sagome intorno, Dio lo sai di cosa parlo sto rivivendo di nuovo, Era il duemila sei, mio padre ha visto la morte, Era il duemila dodici, Io ho visto la morte, Ho sconfitto un male, da bimbo non sei mai forte, Sono vivo grazie a Dio, mica grazie alle mie forze, Ma puliva le vostre case e stava in un monolocale, Il sistema non sistema, dimmi a chi potrà importare, Se non studi, non hai un letto, se non hai da mangiare, Ma ora Io non ho più fame, ho solo fame di farcela, Io non ho mai spacciato, mai rubato una collana, Mai palpato una ragazza solo perché era scollata, Parlo della strada l'ho vista e non l'ho mai amata, So che neanche Lei mi ama e Io non ne faccio un dramma, Quaggiù non siamo persone, siamo solamente cavie, Sono nato a Casablanca e non mi piacciono le lame, Potrei parlare di piazze, di stagnola, buste e canne Non cerco un pubblico tossico, voglio rappresentare, Ho un talento da vendere ma non lo puoi comprare, Ho la penna che a ogni strofa ti manderà un messaggio, Cerco di trasformare questo inchiostro in sangue, E se non ti rappresento e perché non hai il linguaggio, Nonna è morta a Novembre e Io non ero al funerale, Certe cose i soldi non le possono comprare, Il tempo cura le ferite e Io non le ho mai superate, Pulsioni dal mio ego mi rendono più animale, Se non fossero pulsioni, forse sarei Io e il mio istinto, Se non fossero pianti, ma gocce da un cielo grigio, Se non fosse tutto nero, se fosse tutto dipinto, Sarebbero diversi i valori di cui Io scrivo, Tradire una donna non mi renderà più uomo, Amare una troia non mi renderà più sobrio, Questo mi ha insegnato la mia vita non un blocco, Noi non siamo uguali, Io non sono come Loro, Vorrei sparare al passato come fosse mai esistito, Se mi sparassi alle Tempie mi perdonerebbe Dio, Che sono morto più volte ma mi sento ancora vivo, E sono poche le persone che mi mettono un sorriso, Vorrei sparare, poi correre, sentire di aver vinto, Almeno riuscire a toccare il traguardo con un dito, A volte sono solo e spero di non cadere più a picco, Sparire e poi uscire finalmente con un disco.

They say it is what it is but let me picture the scene I was out on the block didn’t know what it means Got a son now watch how a dodge the police Gotta keep down low but keep it down to the streets a was shorting the green Shorting the B When that boy give cheek had to whack in his teeth This is MCL where all the drillas be

Watch me grow watch me flow watch me steal the show I got rappers coming at me askin how do I flow but idk u just watch me n then u man know how it goes a got a son now so am keeping off the roads

In this town full of chaos we’re searching for peace We shouting LLD uno we down in the streets Bruddas getting grabbed n bruddas getting watch by police But this NCL where all the killas be N when am out in the streets uno it’s killing ma feet A got a son now gotta watch for CID Want ygs here just to envy me But this is NCL it’s where the drillas be It’s where the killers see what they were meant to be While they rot in a cell not what the destined to be

Kleine jongen met zen hoofd vol, en een verkeerde instelling

Wang monos

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Nothing else needs to be said

Lately I've

Pm 220 i been tryna write another sad song but the lyrics just won't come Its not that i don't know what to write but the lines keep coming on stuff I'm tryna run from

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2060 still waiting for the drop😅😂

Can I get this beat for free and I will tag you everywhere, all platforms. Looking forward to that❤️🙏🏾

Monos moy skeftomai stigmes mas Htane plhges moy ma tois pisteva dikes mas Krivomastan pio pera kai koitiomastan kathe mera erwtevomastan

Okay, here's a rap lyric based on your prompt, with a storytelling beat in mind: (Beat drops - mellow, almost melancholic, with a steady, driving bassline and a subtle piano melody) Verse 1: Yo, the tree's up, lights glowin', but the vibe ain't right Got that Christmas feeling, but somethin' feels tight Ain't no sugarplum visions, no presents I crave Just a heavy heart weighin' down, feelin' like a grave See, Mumma's caught in a loop, this struggle she knows Workin' harder than Santa, and still the pressure grows She tired, I can see it, etched deep in her face So my Christmas list is empty, outta this place I don't want no consoles, no sneakers, no bling All I want for this Christmas, is to see her soul sing Free from the burden, the worry, the endless grind Just a moment of peace for a mother so kind. (Beat becomes slightly more introspective, a simple hi-hat pattern comes in) Verse 2: And then there's Jacob, a ghost from the past A friendship I fractured, a bond that didn't last Said some words I regret, a moment of pure rage And now the silence hangs heavy, a turn of a new page Christmas is for givin', they say, for lettin' go But how can I celebrate when bridges I throw Are still in need of repairs, I left them in ruins Wish I had just one minute, to mend these old wounds To tell him "I'm sorry," for the pain that I caused To acknowledge my mistake, without holdin' it paused But time keeps on tickin', the past is a strain And this empty Christmas list, just echoes the pain. (Beat returns to the more mellow, melancholic feel as it fades out)

Why did it is murda in the rain.😢😢 hard beat!

Vội vàng về nhà lấy dao cán vàng bỏ vào ba lô đi tới trường Trên mặt vẫn còn in dấu vết bầm chưa lâu còn đỏ nó bị thương Nó vác cái mặt chứa đầy giận dữ bởi bị đám kia nó bắt nạt Nó kiềm nước mắt đi báo thầy cô nhưng tụi nó chỉ bị trách phạt Haiz, tức thiệt thế bây giờ một đám tụi nó mới rách việc tự biết bản thân sẽ chịu trách nhiệm ở trước pháp luật việc nó làm nó đã biết rõ nhưng không nói giỡn nó dám thiệt i

u dont now my pain so what u talking bout picture me on stages rolling out back in rolling loud my bruva on the mway guaranteed he dosent make a sound time is more than money tryna make it out the days we had to go without realist artist touch a beat i paint pics mona lis all this sh that i achive takes away what i believe round ours its traps theins hookers an theives every week its just another fucking stabbing in the street broken houses cant afford heat so kids go finds ends meat next you know that kid is shotting crack up in the streets paranioa in his head so hes carrying a sheef feds stop search now hes running from police calling

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Verse 1 Yo, I was born in the belly of shadows, trapped in a hollow street dream, Where the concrete screams, and sirens lullaby the fiends. Mama prayed with a crack pipe, Papa prayed to his fists, I prayed to survive the night-God, you exist? I’m a child of the system, baptized in eviction, Hunger pains preaching louder than any scripture’s conviction. I was schooled by the hustle, earned my stripes in the dark, Where the wolves wear suits, and every handshake’s a shark. Gunshots harmonize with the weeping of mothers, Brothers burying brothers while they blaming each other. I wore pain like a jacket stitched into my skin, Dreamt of heaven but the devil always let himself in. Chorus Fuck, I’m losing my way in this maze, Life’s a gamble, but I’m stuck on these devilish plays. Can’t see the sky, all I know is the haze, Tell me, Lord, is this hell or just a fucked-up phase? Verse 2 Fast forward-now I’m grown, but I’m haunted by ghosts, Dead friends in my mirror, they the ones I miss most. Got success in my grip, but this guilt won’t fade, For every brick I stacked, I crushed a dream in the shade. I see the world as a chessboard, pawns die first, Every king built his castle on somebody else’s hurt. Every verse that I spit is a product of rage, A fucking eulogy penned while I’m locked in this cage. I told my son, “Don’t trust the glitter of gold,” Told my daughter, “This world’ll chew you up if you’re bold.” Told my heart, “Don’t love, it’ll only betray,” Told my soul, “Stay quiet; they don’t care what you say.” Bridge Ain’t no mercy in the gutter, only blood in the dirt, Every smile a disguise, every friend is a perk. I’m a poet, but I’m also a sinner in flesh, Every rhyme’s a confession, every word is my test. Chorus Fuck, I’m losing my way in this maze, Life’s a gamble, but I’m stuck on these devilish plays. Can’t see the sky, all I know is the haze, Tell me, Lord, is this hell or just a fucked-up phase? Outro And if I die before I wake, Tell my story, don’t let it break. Paint my flaws in vivid strokes, A masterpiece made of smoke. Life’s a movie, no director’s cut, Rewind the pain, every scene corrupt. But through the madness, I’ll leave my mark, A symphony of shadows, a song in the dark.

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"This song is special, for someone who makes my world brighter. Priyanshi, this is for you."

وضاعت حياتي نا نسمع ف الراب وتوا نا بروحي ف بداية الخراب وعدي وخليييي،ني

نحكي ل ليلي ليلي ليلي ليلي ليلي

قلبي ميت ساده مش حيشكييييي قلبي ميت ساده مش حيشكي

وضاع الشباب ضاع الشباب ضاع الشباب

سامحيني يمما يما سامحي سامحينييي

هما يششكو وقلبي يششكي ومش حنششكي لليييييل

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