Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah For so many reasons Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do) Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (A lot) How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot) Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch Break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks My heart so cold I could put it in my cup Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us Then you went and wrote a statement And that really fucked me up My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast My brother got life and it turned me to the streets I been through the storm and it turned me to a G But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot) Break it on down, I break it on down I break it on down, I break it on down Yeah, I just came from the A I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half Before I left I stopped by to See my nigga 21 in the studio Yeah, two of his kids with him Right in the studio, that's when I knew You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that Question How many faking they streams? (A lot) Getting they plays from machines (A lot) I can see behind the smoke and mirrors Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm) I never say anything (Nah) Everybody got they thing (True) Some niggas make millions Other niggas make memes (Hmm) I'm on a money routine I don't want smoke, I want cream I don't want no more comparisons This is a marathon and I'm aware I been playing it back from a lack of promotions I was never one for the bragging and boasting I guess I was hoping the music would speak For itself, but the people want everything else Ok, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album You know what the outcome will be I'm batting a thousand It's got to the point that these Rappers don't even like rappin' with me Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me And told me he sent me a spot on a new record he got He call it "a lot, " I open my book and I jot Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot I picture him inside a cell on a cot 'Flectin' on how he made it to the top Wondering if it was worth it or not I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga Though I never met you, I know that you special And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga Dennis Smith Jr., stay solid, my nigga I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out, I got a plan They say that success is The greatest revenge, tell all your friends Cole on a mission Cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it Before it all ends, nigga How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot) Break it on down, I break it on down I break it on down, I break it on down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it on down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down, I br-
Firmeza total, mais um ano se passando Graças a Deus a gente 'tá com saúde aí, 'morô? Muita coletividade na quebrada, dinheiro no bolso Sem miséria, e é nóis Vamos brindar o dia de hoje Que o amanhã só pertence a Deus, a vida é loka 'Xô falá pro'cê Tudo, tudo, tudo vai, tudo é fase irmão Logo mais vamo arrebentar no mundão De cordão de elite, 18 quilates Poê no pulso, logo um Breitling Que tal? 'Tá bom? De lupa Bausch & Lomb, bombeta branco e vinho Champagne para o ar, que é pra abrir nossos caminhos Pobre é o diabo, eu odeio a ostentação Pode rir, ri, mais não desacredita não É só questão de tempo, o fim do sofrimento Um brinde pros guerreiro, zé povinho eu lamento Vermes que só faz peso na Terra Tira o zóio Tira o zóio, vê se me erra Eu durmo pronto pra guerra E eu não era assim, eu tenho ódio E sei o que é mau pra mim Fazer o que se é assim Vida loka cabulosa O cheiro é de pólvora E eu prefiro rosas E eu que, e eu que Sempre quis com um lugar, Gramado e limpo, assim, verde como o mar Cercas brancas, uma seringueira com balança Disbicando pipa, cercado de criança How, how Brown Acorda sangue bom, Aqui é Capão Redondo, tru Não é pokemón Zona sul é o invés, é stress concentrado Um coração ferido, por metro quadrado Quanto, mais tempo eu vou resistir Pior que eu já vi meu lado bom na U.T.I. Meu anjo do perdão foi bom Mas 'tá fraco Culpa dos imundo, do espírito opaco Eu queria ter, pra testar e ver Um malote, com glória, fama Embrulhado em pacote Se é isso que 'cês quer Vem pegar Jogar num rio de merda e ver vários pular Dinheiro é foda Na mão de favelado, é mó' guela Na crise, vários pedra-noventa esfarela Eu vou jogar pra ganhar O meu money, vai e vem Porém, quem tem, tem Não cresço o zóio em ninguém O que tiver que ser Será meu 'Tá escrito nas estrelas Vai reclamar com Deus Imagina nóis de Audi Ou de Citroen Indo aqui, indo ali Só pam De vai e vem No Capão, no Apurá, vô colar Na pedreira do São Bento Na fundão, no pião Sexta-feira De teto solar O luar representa Ouvindo Cassiano, há Os gambé não guenta Mas se não der, nêgo O que é que tem O importante é nós aqui Junto ano que vem O caminho Da felicidade ainda existe É uma trilha estreita Em meio à selva triste Quanto 'cê paga Pra ver sua mãe agora E nunca mais ver seu pivete ir embora Dá a casa, dá o carro Uma Glock, e uma FAL Sobe cego de joelho Mil e cem degraus Crente é mil graus O que o guerreiro diz O promotor é só um homem Deus é o juiz Enquanto Zé Povinho Apedrejava a cruz E o canalha, fardado Cuspiu em Jesus Oh, aos 45 do segundo arrependido Salvo e perdoado É Dimas o bandido É loko o bagulho Arrepia na hora Oh, Dimas, primeiro vida loka da história Eu digo: "Glória, glória" Sei que Deus 'tá aqui E só quem é Só quem é vai sentir E meus guerreiro de fé Quero ouvir, quero ouvir E meus guerreiro de fé Quero ouvir, irmão Programado pra morrer nós é Certo é certo é crer no que der, firmeza? Não é questão de luxo Não é questão de cor É questão que fartura Alegra o sofredor Não é questão de preza, nêgo A ideia é essa Miséria traz tristeza e vice-versa Inconscientemente vem na minha mente inteira Na loja de tênis o olhar do parceiro feliz De poder comprar o azul, o vermelho O balcão, o espelho O estoque, a modelo, não importa Dinheiro é puta e abre as portas Dos castelos de areia que quiser Preto e dinheiro, são palavras rivais E então mostra pra esses cu Como é que faz O seu enterro foi dramático Como um blues antigo Mas de estilo, me perdoe, de bandido Tempo pra pensar, quer parar Que 'cê quer? Viver pouco como um rei ou muito, como um Zé? Às vezes eu acho que todo preto como eu Só quer um terreno no mato, só seu Sem luxo, descalço, nadar num riacho Sem fome, pegando as frutas no cacho Aí truta, é o que eu acho Quero também, mas em São Paulo Deus é uma nota de cem Vida Loka! Porque o guerreiro de fé nunca gela Não agrada o injusto, e não amarela O Rei dos reis, foi traído, e sangrou nessa terra Mas morrer como um homem é o prêmio da guerra Mas ó, conforme for, se precisa, afoga no próprio sangue, assim será Nosso espírito é imortal, sangue do meu sangue Entre o corte da espada e o perfume da rosa Sem menção honrosa, sem massagem." A vida é loka, nêgo E nela eu tô de passagem A Dimas, o primeiro Saúde guerreiro! Dimas, Dimas, Dimas
Karmin, when you walk in the building you a bomb make the alarm ring You’re so charming, like Eden’s garden, which is farming women like you who have the strength of a spartan I shoot my shot at you like Harden, but miss it I wish I could solicit your beautiful qualities like an art exhibit Your life is so lavish I wish that I could live it Maybe one day you could come and take a visit take me to go shopping so we can run up all them digits Rock thousands of gorgeous outfits This rap is my just outlet to express to you blessed you are for the countless amounts of people who look at you and are completely left astounded Thousands, of posts you make a damn day on your Facebook page Thousands of people want to be you so they look raged Hey look babe, your face ain’t look aged Take the stage, cuz todays your day To pave the way and to change the world, There’s so many people but you’re my favorite girl From your favorite nephews today Carmen we love you today we want to hug you today I Finna cash you a check today Getting geeked and wrecked today You on fleek and go flex today
Take a dive, put away my pride ( way my pride) shoot my shot, Dm’s yeah I slide ( yea I slide) She In front but she used to be my side (be my side) We take selfies used her in her live , (in her live) Before the fame plan B was robbing banks (robbing banks) Be a married man right now I just can’t (I just can’t) all the love they gave me knew that it was fake (it was fake ) Momma love me so much either way I’m straight (Way I’m straight) I done seen so many handshakes turn to hate (turn to hate) Seen so many Bf’s turn S in they cage (turn to snakes) Death before dishonor tatted on my face (on my face) Way I run that check up should’ve been with chase (been with chase) Started at the bottom the trenches the gutter so I had to go a lil harder, Lights was out the gas was out so we had to boil up the water (straight up) Been thru some things but I can’t imagine my kids stuck at the bottom. Flints still need water , niggas was innocent couldn’t get lawyers (on god)
We have all sinned and fallen short of of Gods glory sin is terrible because of sin we are separated from God but gladly here is the good news Jesus Christ came and walked this earth for everyone taught us the perfect way to live and how we should live and he died for our sins because we need a sacrifice to pay the price for our sins since our sins deserve hell if we live in sin but also more good news Jesus rose from the dead three days later we have to leave the sin behind and put it away and live new with Jesus this world is like a vapor it passes away but your eternity is forever and it is up to you what you want to do with it…
How much do you love gucci Cat?Alot ,when he sleepin in his lot, I awaken from the dreamt thought that I ought to give him a hug bug, he be as big as a pug but his heart, softer than a rug, pet him as your pal, an he will meoww, for awhileee How much does gucci cat love the rat? He snuck on a pack. with a combat attack, 1 day caught a few mice, rolled on em like dice, This was his last prey, they ought ta pray, or stay outta his way, Obey, Gucci cat come in yo lane, His brain insane, giving all a tame, bringing pain to the mice game, Its nearly a wrap from the rap about gucci my cat, who be a happy cat, sappy cat, nappy cat, this all a fact, I on a track with my cat, who hacky sack, back to back, this rap track, or some may say, gucci cats story glory all he trap 🐈 How much does gucci love the snack? Alot, he wake up in tha morning, 1st thought, dot dot dot, not on all rat, but a bat, he claw outta the air with a snap, full clap, sharp claw, fast maw, for the brawl, at night, he got the sight of a might owl, eating every insect that is fowl, if you hear a howl, gucci cat just may need a towel from the blood soaked air fowl,how dare they try to stare, when gucci cat, just came outta his lairr, it is fairr, to say he no lack, faster than a cadillack, all he snack How much does gucci cat love bandit? All night they in a snuggle hug, on his soft beddy rug, He gives her baths with his tongue, loosens her from the fright of the night, in the day, when she scurred, he always thurr, to lick her furr, hoping she will purr, wipen off all blurr. He her cure from everything that she astirr inside, from her mind blind of the devil inside, aiight. They never fight, but whenever she see some1 in sight, she hide like pike, almost caught up from fishermikee. This is a wrap, from the rap about gucci my cat, who be a happy cat, sappy cat, Nappy cat, this all a fact, I on a track with my cat, who hacky sack, back to back, this rap track, or some may say, gucci cats story glory all he trap 🐈
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement
And that really fucked me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
Yeah, I just came from the A
I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half
Before I left I stopped by to
See my nigga 21 in the studio
Yeah, two of his kids with him
Right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that
Question
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from machines (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah)
Everybody got they thing (True)
Some niggas make millions
Other niggas make memes (Hmm)
I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I'm aware
I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
I was never one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak
For itself, but the people want everything else
Ok, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
It's got to the point that these
Rappers don't even like rappin' with me
Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he sent me a spot on a new record he got
He call it "a lot, " I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
'Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
Dennis Smith Jr., stay solid, my nigga
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that
I wasn't gone pan out, I got a plan
They say that success is
The greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Cole on a mission
Cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it
Before it all ends, nigga
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down, I br-
waddle on brotha
Damn this freestyle should be a song
@@AK-hm1ex Honestly
Love it! 🔥🔥🔥
Love it
Firmeza total, mais um ano se passando
Graças a Deus a gente 'tá com saúde aí, 'morô?
Muita coletividade na quebrada, dinheiro no bolso
Sem miséria, e é nóis
Vamos brindar o dia de hoje
Que o amanhã só pertence a Deus, a vida é loka
'Xô falá pro'cê
Tudo, tudo, tudo vai, tudo é fase irmão
Logo mais vamo arrebentar no mundão
De cordão de elite, 18 quilates
Poê no pulso, logo um Breitling
Que tal? 'Tá bom?
De lupa Bausch & Lomb, bombeta branco e vinho
Champagne para o ar, que é pra abrir nossos caminhos
Pobre é o diabo, eu odeio a ostentação
Pode rir, ri, mais não desacredita não
É só questão de tempo, o fim do sofrimento
Um brinde pros guerreiro, zé povinho eu lamento
Vermes que só faz peso na Terra
Tira o zóio
Tira o zóio, vê se me erra
Eu durmo pronto pra guerra
E eu não era assim, eu tenho ódio
E sei o que é mau pra mim
Fazer o que se é assim
Vida loka cabulosa
O cheiro é de pólvora
E eu prefiro rosas
E eu que, e eu que
Sempre quis com um lugar,
Gramado e limpo, assim, verde como o mar
Cercas brancas, uma seringueira com balança
Disbicando pipa, cercado de criança
How, how Brown
Acorda sangue bom,
Aqui é Capão Redondo, tru
Não é pokemón
Zona sul é o invés, é stress concentrado
Um coração ferido, por metro quadrado
Quanto, mais tempo eu vou resistir
Pior que eu já vi meu lado bom na U.T.I.
Meu anjo do perdão foi bom
Mas 'tá fraco
Culpa dos imundo, do espírito opaco
Eu queria ter, pra testar e ver
Um malote, com glória, fama
Embrulhado em pacote
Se é isso que 'cês quer
Vem pegar
Jogar num rio de merda e ver vários pular
Dinheiro é foda
Na mão de favelado, é mó' guela
Na crise, vários pedra-noventa esfarela
Eu vou jogar pra ganhar
O meu money, vai e vem
Porém, quem tem, tem
Não cresço o zóio em ninguém
O que tiver que ser
Será meu
'Tá escrito nas estrelas
Vai reclamar com Deus
Imagina nóis de Audi
Ou de Citroen
Indo aqui, indo ali
Só pam
De vai e vem
No Capão, no Apurá, vô colar
Na pedreira do São Bento
Na fundão, no pião
Sexta-feira
De teto solar
O luar representa
Ouvindo Cassiano, há
Os gambé não guenta
Mas se não der, nêgo
O que é que tem
O importante é nós aqui
Junto ano que vem
O caminho
Da felicidade ainda existe
É uma trilha estreita
Em meio à selva triste
Quanto 'cê paga
Pra ver sua mãe agora
E nunca mais ver seu pivete ir embora
Dá a casa, dá o carro
Uma Glock, e uma FAL
Sobe cego de joelho
Mil e cem degraus
Crente é mil graus
O que o guerreiro diz
O promotor é só um homem
Deus é o juiz
Enquanto Zé Povinho
Apedrejava a cruz
E o canalha, fardado
Cuspiu em Jesus
Oh, aos 45 do segundo arrependido
Salvo e perdoado
É Dimas o bandido
É loko o bagulho
Arrepia na hora
Oh, Dimas, primeiro vida loka da história
Eu digo: "Glória, glória"
Sei que Deus 'tá aqui
E só quem é
Só quem é vai sentir
E meus guerreiro de fé
Quero ouvir, quero ouvir
E meus guerreiro de fé
Quero ouvir, irmão
Programado pra morrer nós é
Certo é certo é crer no que der, firmeza?
Não é questão de luxo
Não é questão de cor
É questão que fartura
Alegra o sofredor
Não é questão de preza, nêgo
A ideia é essa
Miséria traz tristeza e vice-versa
Inconscientemente vem na minha mente inteira
Na loja de tênis o olhar do parceiro feliz
De poder comprar o azul, o vermelho
O balcão, o espelho
O estoque, a modelo, não importa
Dinheiro é puta e abre as portas
Dos castelos de areia que quiser
Preto e dinheiro, são palavras rivais
E então mostra pra esses cu
Como é que faz
O seu enterro foi dramático
Como um blues antigo
Mas de estilo, me perdoe, de bandido
Tempo pra pensar, quer parar
Que 'cê quer?
Viver pouco como um rei ou muito, como um Zé?
Às vezes eu acho que todo preto como eu
Só quer um terreno no mato, só seu
Sem luxo, descalço, nadar num riacho
Sem fome, pegando as frutas no cacho
Aí truta, é o que eu acho
Quero também, mas em São Paulo
Deus é uma nota de cem
Vida Loka!
Porque o guerreiro de fé nunca gela
Não agrada o injusto, e não amarela
O Rei dos reis, foi traído, e sangrou nessa terra
Mas morrer como um homem é o prêmio da guerra
Mas ó, conforme for, se precisa, afoga no próprio sangue, assim será
Nosso espírito é imortal, sangue do meu sangue
Entre o corte da espada e o perfume da rosa
Sem menção honrosa, sem massagem."
A vida é loka, nêgo
E nela eu tô de passagem
A Dimas, o primeiro
Saúde guerreiro!
Dimas, Dimas, Dimas
Karmin, when you walk in the building you a bomb make the alarm ring
You’re so charming, like Eden’s garden,
which is farming women like you
who have the strength of a spartan
I shoot my shot at you like Harden, but miss it
I wish I could solicit your beautiful qualities like an art exhibit
Your life is so lavish I wish that I could live it
Maybe one day you could come and take a visit
take me to go shopping so we can run up all
them digits
Rock thousands of gorgeous outfits
This rap is my just outlet to express to you blessed
you are for the countless amounts of people who look at you and are completely left astounded
Thousands, of posts you make a damn day on your Facebook page
Thousands of people want to be you so they look raged
Hey look babe, your face ain’t look aged
Take the stage, cuz todays your day
To pave the way and to change the world,
There’s so many people but you’re my favorite girl
From your favorite nephews today
Carmen we love you today
we want to hug you today
I Finna cash you a check today
Getting geeked and wrecked today
You on fleek and go flex today
Nerd
Heat 🔥
Take a dive, put away my pride ( way my pride) shoot my shot, Dm’s yeah I slide ( yea I slide)
She In front but she used to be my side (be my side) We take selfies used her in her live , (in her live)
Before the fame plan B was robbing banks (robbing banks)
Be a married man right now I just can’t (I just can’t)
all the love they gave me knew that it was fake (it was fake ) Momma love me so much either way I’m straight (Way I’m straight)
I done seen so many handshakes turn to hate (turn to hate)
Seen so many Bf’s turn S in they cage (turn to snakes)
Death before dishonor tatted on my face (on my face) Way I run that check up should’ve been with chase (been with chase)
Started at the bottom the trenches the gutter so I had to go a lil harder, Lights was out the gas was out so we had to boil up the water (straight up)
Been thru some things but I can’t imagine my kids stuck at the bottom.
Flints still need water , niggas was innocent couldn’t get lawyers (on god)
this shit is terrible nigga😭😭
So good
This beat dope sounds good asf on 1.25x
i can’t rap on 1.25x lol
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@@moisesdeluna lmao💣💣💣💣😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😇
This is on point 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥
We have all sinned and fallen short of of Gods glory sin is terrible because of sin we are separated from God but gladly here is the good news Jesus Christ came and walked this earth for everyone taught us the perfect way to live and how we should live and he died for our sins because we need a sacrifice to pay the price for our sins since our sins deserve hell if we live in sin but also more good news Jesus rose from the dead three days later we have to leave the sin behind and put it away and live new with Jesus this world is like a vapor it passes away but your eternity is forever and it is up to you what you want to do with it…
Was hoping this was lyrics for the song but just some person going off about Jesus
@@justaspy5605 Aye, man. He's telling the truth, you should be opening to hearing those words. Seek wisdom, seek knowledge, seek truth.
@@dazaiel8081 seeking the truth will make you realize that all religion is cap lmfao
@@nrgnnvn6109 not really man
@@LostMindedAF so all religions are true? I'm lost 🤣
1:42
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Still waiting 21rap
How much do you love gucci Cat?Alot ,when he sleepin in his lot, I awaken from the dreamt thought that I ought to give him a hug bug, he be as big as a pug but his heart, softer than a rug, pet him as your pal, an he will meoww, for awhileee
How much does gucci cat love the rat? He snuck on a pack. with a combat attack, 1 day caught a few mice, rolled on em like dice, This was his last prey, they ought ta pray, or stay outta his way, Obey, Gucci cat come in yo lane, His brain insane, giving all a tame, bringing pain to the mice game,
Its nearly a wrap from the rap about gucci my cat, who be a happy cat, sappy cat, nappy cat, this all a fact, I on a track with my cat, who hacky sack, back to back, this rap track, or some may say, gucci cats story glory all he trap 🐈
How much does gucci love the snack? Alot, he wake up in tha morning, 1st thought, dot dot dot, not on all rat, but a bat, he claw outta the air with a snap, full clap, sharp claw, fast maw, for the brawl, at night, he got the sight of a might owl, eating every insect that is fowl, if you hear a howl, gucci cat just may need a towel from the blood soaked air fowl,how dare they try to stare, when gucci cat, just came outta his lairr, it is fairr, to say he no lack, faster than a cadillack, all he snack
How much does gucci cat love bandit? All night they in a snuggle hug, on his soft beddy rug, He gives her baths with his tongue, loosens her from the fright of the night, in the day, when she scurred, he always thurr, to lick her furr, hoping she will purr, wipen off all blurr. He her cure from everything that she astirr inside, from her mind blind of the devil inside, aiight. They never fight, but whenever she see some1 in sight, she hide like pike, almost caught up from fishermikee.
This is a wrap, from the rap about gucci my cat, who be a happy cat, sappy cat, Nappy cat, this all a fact, I on a track with my cat, who hacky sack, back to back, this rap track, or some may say, gucci cats story glory all he trap 🐈
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how much money u got
A Lot
how many cars you got
@@sombra1412 A lot
@@sombra1412 a lot
2 mil
cut the 808s my boi
Like cut them out bro nooooo way that made it so much better when I first heard it I made the stink face cause it gives it such a gritty pain sound
Vocals too loud