Should have fucked around and threw it in the bag, chronic Throw some new tags on it, race a blue jag, Sonic I be smellin' in public, in my hoodie walking silent Meet my gaze and I double it I got problems, I got problem with state of things Problem with the shame that niggas know and the weight it brings Heh, sit and talk about faded things I got no more time for bullshit, yeah North on Lakewood, make a left turn when I hit Del Amo With the fellows, pop Modelos like some real Chicanos Hell if I know when I'm stopping, nothing's ever final I will drop him if he not been watching for his spinal 6 o'clock, know you really in the shit When you lookin' for piss to cop, with the swishers Pistol pop and then it's whispers, shhh Switch to backwoods, I need it to smack good Sleeping through the street talking at night Refuse to go to that hood Uh, you won't catch me tripping Pay attention where I walk “You won't catch me slipping”, niggas say it, but it's talk If I come to get you, you'll be sleeping, grip no Glock I be double dippin', bitch, I gotta get that guap I be in the kitchen, drinking 'til my worry hung Sorrow I'm emitting, you can taste it on your tongue Feeling like I'm evil, I be creeping down the halls I like killing people in the steeples and the malls [Verse 2: Lil Darkie & BLCKK] I smoke that illegal to posses in every state Feeling great as I can, hold that hate inside my hands Watch it dance, like I'm running yo' fade or confronting my fate Hope I'm not in yo' way, keep the gun on my waist For the pressure, yes sir Touch your head and bless ya', now you ain't a stresser Give her D like a professor, huh, give her D like a professor (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: BLCKK] Know you got a problem when the people that you care about keep drowning I went way too fucking far into this bottle just to pick it up, fuck (Let it ring, bring the alcohol, I'm done with you) Talk it out, what's the protocol? I'm dying too fast, bet you want cash? Watch the time pass, body in the trashcan, I can't feel Give me my deal, signing all my rights away to bigger, better men That got the money, I'ma kill all my friends Fuckin' my head up, sleepin' in the bathtub Wrist cut open, body been broken Die too young, that's a man-made slogan I got all my problems, bitch, intense inside my head They pay no rent, I'm going crazy Thinking maybe I should ditch the fucking safety What's the problem? I got too many to solve 'em And I got family, I'm too busy to call 'em I fuck around and let it slip, I'm at the bottom And my relationships been dying with my state of mind I read the bible I still been thinkin' bishops cryin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Causin' pain when you talk, can you shut the fuck up? Save the chatter for the dogs now Can't walk around the city, hope I die before I'm fifty I can't watch my fucking children turn to me Uh, you won't catch me tripping Pay attention where I walk “You won't catch me slipping”, niggas say it, but it's talk If I come to get you, you'll be sleeping, grip no Glock I be double dippin', bitch, I gotta get that guap I be in the kitchen, drinking 'til my worry hung Sorrow I'm emitting, you can taste it on your tongue Feeling like I'm evil, I be creeping down the halls I like killing people in the steeples and the malls
I need this on spotify rn
Geez this is still underrated as fuck
Should have fucked around and threw it in the bag, chronic
Throw some new tags on it, race a blue jag, Sonic
I be smellin' in public, in my hoodie walking silent
Meet my gaze and I double it
I got problems, I got problem with state of things
Problem with the shame that niggas know and the weight it brings
Heh, sit and talk about faded things
I got no more time for bullshit, yeah
North on Lakewood, make a left turn when I hit Del Amo
With the fellows, pop Modelos like some real Chicanos
Hell if I know when I'm stopping, nothing's ever final
I will drop him if he not been watching for his spinal
6 o'clock, know you really in the shit
When you lookin' for piss to cop, with the swishers
Pistol pop and then it's whispers, shhh
Switch to backwoods, I need it to smack good
Sleeping through the street talking at night
Refuse to go to that hood
Uh, you won't catch me tripping
Pay attention where I walk
“You won't catch me slipping”, niggas say it, but it's talk
If I come to get you, you'll be sleeping, grip no Glock
I be double dippin', bitch, I gotta get that guap
I be in the kitchen, drinking 'til my worry hung
Sorrow I'm emitting, you can taste it on your tongue
Feeling like I'm evil, I be creeping down the halls
I like killing people in the steeples and the malls
[Verse 2: Lil Darkie & BLCKK]
I smoke that illegal to posses in every state
Feeling great as I can, hold that hate inside my hands
Watch it dance, like I'm running yo' fade or confronting my fate
Hope I'm not in yo' way, keep the gun on my waist
For the pressure, yes sir
Touch your head and bless ya', now you ain't a stresser
Give her D like a professor, huh, give her D like a professor
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: BLCKK]
Know you got a problem when the people that you care about keep drowning
I went way too fucking far into this bottle just to pick it up, fuck
(Let it ring, bring the alcohol, I'm done with you)
Talk it out, what's the protocol?
I'm dying too fast, bet you want cash?
Watch the time pass, body in the trashcan, I can't feel
Give me my deal, signing all my rights away to bigger, better men
That got the money, I'ma kill all my friends
Fuckin' my head up, sleepin' in the bathtub
Wrist cut open, body been broken
Die too young, that's a man-made slogan
I got all my problems, bitch, intense inside my head
They pay no rent, I'm going crazy
Thinking maybe I should ditch the fucking safety
What's the problem?
I got too many to solve 'em
And I got family, I'm too busy to call 'em
I fuck around and let it slip, I'm at the bottom
And my relationships been dying with my state of mind
I read the bible
I still been thinkin' bishops cryin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Causin' pain when you talk, can you shut the fuck up?
Save the chatter for the dogs now
Can't walk around the city, hope I die before I'm fifty
I can't watch my fucking children turn to me
Uh, you won't catch me tripping
Pay attention where I walk
“You won't catch me slipping”, niggas say it, but it's talk
If I come to get you, you'll be sleeping, grip no Glock
I be double dippin', bitch, I gotta get that guap
I be in the kitchen, drinking 'til my worry hung
Sorrow I'm emitting, you can taste it on your tongue
Feeling like I'm evil, I be creeping down the halls
I like killing people in the steeples and the malls
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It'll be okay, it'll be okay❤
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
"Die too fast",that's a man made slogan
I like your 432hz
Thanks
slappin
more like dis?
what does 432hz changes?
Sounds cleaner and crisp. (Like if it’s someone speaking irl)
It’s also believed to be a less harmful frequency for your ears
Why this not on the radio
no label
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@@ilovelean2684 why
@@MisterSpeaks it will make you more smarterer 👍
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