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St the COLDEST come on my brother keep hitting em ⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️💯💯💯💯💯💯

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Fire bruddah ST

Fire fam

Banger for real, subb on u

Question ⁉️why say the beat is FREE yet U'LL STRIKE⚠️ anyone who uses it huh!

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Energy on this is 10/10 🔋🔥 Had to leave a like on this. Would appreciate your comments on my work if you can bro

Can I use please send me your WhatsApp phone number

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Great work, whoa love this beat, super emotional keep it up brother

That's so fire 🔥 a great production, this going hard, preciate a feedback

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Crazy vibes!

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Damn bro the melody has a nice vibe and the mix is amazing

Raw talent

Great work, whoa love this beat, super emotional keep it up brother

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OKAYYY some drill & soul 🕺🏾🕺🏾

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Wilke Trei is coming..... Stay tuned

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Bodies drop, heads get popped, an the violence never stops, Hands bloody, lightheaded, no time for nonsense. Ghosts of the past, they haunt me in the flesh, Life's precious, but the streets got me feeling reckless, High on that potent grub, my mind's in disarray, Dark moon, headless pythons lurking in the fray, shank on my waist mask on my face, 2 swords homes and 44 Back out my shank, call me Depp, pirate step, like Johnny Chorus: Fling it N ching ching, the fortunate ones come running, Mix it N whip it, cooking up that formula, Pyrex on the stove, bicarb, let it bubble, G-check where you from, this is my domain, Crack fumes got me high, headaches in the backroom, Junkies begging for a taste, but I need my paper, No ticking checks if you're rolling with gang, Dreams and nightmares, off my meds, losing my head, They tell me chill, pop the pills, anti-psychotics got me hypnotized, Controlled minds, head to head, scoreboard still at zero. Verse 2: Bally on my face, gotta hide from the feds, Legs up, don't slip, watch those dickheads trip, Canceling ops with banter-filled bars, Dropped stitches, left in the mix, been chilling with bros, Talking life, trust, love, hate, and dread, Op boy, down, get out of my way, we don't play, Bells in my arms, bullets spray, ready to slay, Chorus: Do they understand I'm just protecting my fam, Supply and demand, I'm the man with the plan, Bro in the can, mad ramblings of a real one, Egg yolk, dead smoke, cell doors slam, Stuck with cold noodles and spam, I need a change. Verse 3: Life after death, spirits taking flesh, Karma's game, heaven or hell, which path do you choose? The truth about the afterlife, but most remain ignorant, Ignore the nonsense, time is precious, don't waste it, Can't hurt another soul, my heart can't afford it, Pillars crumble, the foundation falls apart. Chorus: Seeking reassurance, demons in a tournament, Acting crazy, talking to space like it's normal, Drilling, drilling, back to the shank, no feelings, Drill bits chatter like children, my niggas out the pen, They miss me when I'm here, ask where I've been, Release them from self-containment, let them roam, Drillaz ding dong, ching chong, Godzilla king king in the zone, Balaclavas, bad bitches, good marijuana, My world, planet of the apes, it's a mad saga. Outro: Seals are broken, highest level smoking, Bad omens, chemical potions, corrupting minds, Who I am, the pure bloodline, the chosen few, Hidden hatreds and judgments, I confront my own demons, Contemplating my procrastination, my true self emerging, Last bloodline, the royalty remaining.

Rambo, in the thick of financial transactions, exhibits relentless action, No amateur, the trap service operates with unwavering dedication, sans distraction. Interacting with calculated sophistication, mental evasion is the norm, In confrontations, convictions marred by unapologetic violence, no room for reform. Navigating the treacherous waters of the underworld with ruthless precision, Familiar ally, the trap service, functions as a well-oiled machine, devoid of indecision. (Chorus) The shark, armed to the teeth, sharp in battle stance, Bullets flying, their impact detrimental, leaving flesh to chance. Entering shark week, dodgy paging no seeker, Big Changes, minor adjustments, not a hyper. (Verse 2) Trips meticulously planned, leaving behind trails of wounds and crashed cars, Shooting stars and scars that tell stories, with each one leaving its own scars. Belts securely fastened, weaponry chosen with meticulous selection, Defending our turf till the very end, a testament to our unwavering dedication. Navigating the murky waters of the streets, with eyes wide open and senses keen, No room for error, no margin for weakness, as we operate within the shadows unseen. (Chorus) The shark, armed with teeth as sharp as blades, ready to strike, Bullets flying, flesh corroding, as we enter the fray, ready to hike. No spaces for dodgy paging or soggy diapers, Big Changes, minor adjustments, not a hyper. (Verse 3) Business managed with the precision of a seasoned surgeon, Shh handled under the cover of darkness, each move made with precision. Eyes wide awake, tip-toeing through the darkness, a stealthy reoccurrence, Every exchange, every transaction, a calculated dance with death, a risky occurrence. Scheming, plotting, falling prey to the devil's cunning, In the dead of night, we move with purpose, each step carefully planned, each action cunning. (Chorus) The shark, armed to the teeth, ready to strike at a moment's notice, Bullets flying, streets corroding, as we enter the fray, ready to notice. No spaces for dodgy paging or wet diapers, Big Bro ensnared, minor adjustments, not a hyper. (Outro) A lady with an alluring back, an iCarly amidst the chaos, Antisocial in our youth, but now well-known, trapping with ruthless prowess. Our occupation disclosed, selling to unseen fiends, Running down rejects, flipping packs in the trap's serene.

Rambo, in the thick of financial transactions, exhibits relentless action, No amateur, the trap service operates with unwavering dedication, sans distraction. Interacting with calculated sophistication, mental evasion is the norm, In confrontations, convictions marred by unapologetic violence, no room for reform. Navigating the treacherous waters of the underworld with ruthless precision, Familiar ally, the trap service, functions as a well-oiled machine, devoid of indecision. (Chorus) The shark, armed to the teeth, sharp in battle stance, Bullets flying, their impact detrimental, leaving flesh to chance. Entering shark week, dodgy paging no seeker, Big Changes, minor adjustments, not a hyper. (Verse 2) Trips meticulously planned, leaving behind trails of wounds and crashed cars, Shooting stars and scars that tell stories, with each one leaving its own scars. Belts securely fastened, weaponry chosen with meticulous selection, Defending our turf till the very end, a testament to our unwavering dedication. Navigating the murky waters of the streets, with eyes wide open and senses keen, No room for error, no margin for weakness, as we operate within the shadows unseen. (Chorus) The shark, armed with teeth as sharp as blades, ready to strike, Bullets flying, flesh corroding, as we enter the fray, ready to hike. No spaces for dodgy paging or soggy diapers, Big Changes, minor adjustments, not a hyper. (Verse 3) Business managed with the precision of a seasoned surgeon, Shh handled under the cover of darkness, each move made with precision. Eyes wide awake, tip-toeing through the darkness, a stealthy reoccurrence, Every exchange, every transaction, a calculated dance with death, a risky occurrence. Scheming, plotting, falling prey to the devil's cunning, In the dead of night, we move with purpose, each step carefully planned, each action cunning. (Chorus) The shark, armed to the teeth, ready to strike at a moment's notice, Bullets flying, streets corroding, as we enter the fray, ready to notice. No spaces for dodgy paging or wet diapers, Big Bro ensnared, minor adjustments, not a hyper. (Outro) A lady with an alluring back, an iCarly amidst the chaos, Antisocial in our youth, but now well-known, trapping with ruthless prowess. Our occupation disclosed, selling to unseen fiends, Running down rejects, flipping packs in the trap's serene.