[Intro: Marty] I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song You know what it is Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know [Verse 1: Marty] I don't need a stylist I'm only wearin' black And my homies are wylin' We all love Taylor Swift I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef I'm saucin' it up No directions, we made it from scratch Fear God tee on Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo They callin' me ugly I'ma still marry a ten though And I'm killin' the friendzone I'ma kneel in the endzone And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like This is anti-radio No placements, won't make it to top five And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines And I shoulda died Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives [Verse 2: John Givez] I came in this with, like, four friends (four up) Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on I stayed in this and gave no cares (not one) Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8 Think I'm great, think y'all late That's okay Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead) At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave) Let me show you how to do this (I do it) I just need a pencil and a pad Guy, follow me now Couple record companies tryna call on me now Tell 'em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style It came from God Man, I got my game from God Ain't a dollar that can move me from the reign of God I'm in this buildin' hollerin' West! Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what) I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all (what) Evidently heaven sent me excellence y'all I just wanna be a legend I just wanna speak to the people I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds Love God, live life Do it all legal, it's easy [Verse 3: NF] Don't ask me a question If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it I got no time for the drama I got no time for the politics I do not care about names They don't mean nothin' to me I didn't get in the game to make friends And kiss up to people that don't even like me You know what I mean! I don't expect everybody to like what I'm doin' out here But I am the one that's gon' look in the mirror at the end of the day You don't want my career I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did" These are the comments that I gotta problem with You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo! My fans will eat you alive Trolls, get off of my page My bars fly over they heads I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane You won't see me in a chain I basically wear the same shirt everyday Get a hole in it, go the store and I buy it again You already know who it is, for real [Verse 4: Wordsplayed] Still on the coast where they throw the set 'Palas still bounce like Hammer checks Papi gon' get 'em like Dangerfield Orale, you don't get no respect Labels that hit Fern and Marty up Marty and Fern never call 'em back "You tryna be funny?", was all they asked Look at the charts, who laughin' last? Now I'm signed, need contracts My God is major, my league minor Throwin' numbers up, need contact These beats remind of Scott Steiner Andy killed it on Sway's show So I best be workin' my one-liners Still pray for that skyline, boy's lit the shots at those one-timers I just wanna see hands in the air, my Lord Never thought rappin' would keep us employed Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd The family watchin' I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman Shots out to Eric, I got 'em Dog days in the Cali' summer Life's hard, this beat's harder Rest in peace out to Harold Hunter All praise to the Holy Father All the smoke was secondhand Either way we'll never land Say a prayer 'fore I come around Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down New York [Verse 5: Fern] I wake up from my bed Look over, kiss my lil' girl in the head Cause everyday is Father's Day Just like everyday is a birthday, you dig? Third of the three little pigs The wisest one, I build my house up with bricks So when the storm came, we just came together in the Lord's name Bruh, I sold drugs Bruh, I been grimy Lord's stackin', you can ask 'bout me Had the OG's, they respected me The younger boys not remember me I was in them streets in the background Was your ganstar's gangsta, I spit game for free Nowadays when I recollected and I put it down, gotta pay me When you say Hollywood, gotta say me When it comes to these raps and these APs Cadillacs always been a M.O Even when the old school broke down I'll patch 'em up, hit the skrip with 'em It's no surprise a brother on now When the streets get a chance to speak up They want a brother that's gon' eat with 'em Speak up about the same issues and run it straight Ain't gon' play with 'em My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd Looked at Santino right in his eyes He broked out laughin', he's so reckless He know I got now, it's no pressure But when it's his turn, let the grits burn That Lawrence Fishburne But it's on record how his old boy spit it like an old veteran Fernie Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran [Outro: Kaleb Mitchell] I'm in a lane by myself Ain't checkin' for nobody else Whole team lookin' monsterish Don't really care for they acknowledgments You can miss me with politics They lookin' at us like some problem kids Anti-political I'm anti-political Anti-political I'm anti-political
THE ONE WITH MY FRIENDS LYRICS [Intro: Marty] I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song You know what it is Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know [Verse 1: Marty] I don't need a stylist I'm only wearin' black And my homies are wylin' We all love Taylor Swift I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef I'm saucin' it up No directions, we made it from scratch Fear God tee on Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo They callin' me ugly I'ma still marry a ten though And I'm killin' the friendzone I'ma kneel in the endzone And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like This is anti-radio No placements, won't make it to top five And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines And I shoulda died Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives [Verse 2: John Givez] I came in this with, like, four friends (four up) Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on I stayed in this and gave no cares (not one) Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8 Think I'm great, think y'all late That's okay Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead) At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave) Let me show you how to do this (I do it) I just need a pencil and a pad Guy, follow me now Couple record companies tryna call on me now Tell 'em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style It came from God Man, I got my game from God Ain't a dollar that can move me from the reign of God I'm in this buildin' hollerin' West! Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what) I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all (what) Evidently heaven sent me excellence y'all I just wanna be a legend I just wanna speak to the people I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds Love God, live life Do it all legal, it's easy [Verse 3: NF] Don't ask me a question If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it I got no time for the drama I got no time for the politics I do not care about names They don't mean nothin' to me I didn't get in the game to make friends And kiss up to people that don't even like me You know what I mean! I don't expect everybody to like what I'm doin' out here But I am the one that's gon' look in the mirror at the end of the day You don't want my career I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did" These are the comments that I gotta problem with You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo! My fans will eat you alive Trolls, get off of my page My bars fly over they heads I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane You won't see me in a chain I basically wear the same shirt everyday Get a hole in it, go the store and I buy it again You already know who it is, for real
Nice Instrumental! Could you please consider the following songs and/or instrumentals?Derek Minor: Greatness, Touchdown, Free, Hand on the Bible, You Know ItLawren: I'm on It, First Day, Last Day, Another DayKB - Tempo (Instrumental)Kaleb Mitchell: July Fourth ft. Adrian StrewsowThanks and God Bless!
[Intro: Marty] Yeah I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song (ha, ha, ha) You know what it is Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know [Verse 1: Marty] Woo, woo I don't need a stylist (hey) I'm only wearin' black (woo) And my homies are wylin' (ayy) We all love Taylor Swift(woo) I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef (hey) I'm saucin' it up No directions, we made it from scratch Fear God tee on Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo (what up) They callin' me ugly I'ma still marry a ten though And I'm killin' the friendzone I'ma kneel in the endzone And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like (woo) This is anti-radio No placements, won't make it to top five And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines (woo) And I shoulda died Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives Yah [Verse 2: John Givez] I came in this with, like, four friends (four up) Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on I stayed in this and gave no cares (not one) Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8 Think I'm great, think y'all late That's okay Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead) At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave) Let me show you how to do this (I do it) I just need a pencil and a pad Guy, follow me now Couple record companies tryna call on me now Tell 'em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style It came from God Man, I got my game from God Ain't a dollar that can move me from the reign of God I'm in this buildin' hollerin' West! (west, west, west) Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what) I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all (what) Evidently heaven sent me excellence y'all (ooh) I just wanna be a legend I just wanna speak to the people I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds Love God, live life Do it all legal, it's easy [Verse 3: NF] Hey! Don't ask me a question If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it I got no time for the drama I got no time for the politics I do not care about names They don't mean nothin' to me (nope) I didn't get in the game to make friends And kiss up to people that don't even like me You know what I mean! I don't expect everybody to like what I'm doin' out here But I am the one that's gon' look in the mirror at the end of the day You don't ruin my career(no!) I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did" These are the comments that I gotta problem with You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo! My fans will eat you alive Trolls, get off of my page My bars fly over they heads I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane You won't see me in a chain I basically wear the same shirt everyday Get a hole in it, go to the store and I buy it again You already know who it is, for real! [Verse 4: Wordsplayed] Still on the coast where they throw the set 'Palas still bounce like Hammer checks Papi gon' get 'em like Dangerfield Orale, you don't get no respect Labels that hit Fern and Marty up Marty and Fern never call 'em back "You tryna be funny?", was all they asked Look at the charts, who laughin' last? Now I'm signed, need contracts My God is major, my league minor Throwin' numbers up, need contact These beats remind of Scott Steiner Andy killed it on Sway's show So I best be workin' my one-liners Still pray for that skyline, boy's lit the shots at those one-timers I just wanna see hands in the air, my Lord Never thought rappin' would keep us employed Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd The family watchin' I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman Shots out to Eric, I got 'em Dog days in the Cali' summer Life's hard, this beat's harder Rest in peace out to Harold Hunter All praise to the Holy Father All the smoke was secondhand Either way we'll never land Say a prayer 'fore I come around Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down New York [Verse 5: Fern] I wake up from my bed Look over, kiss my lil' girl in the head Cause everyday is Father's Day Just like everyday is a birthday, you dig? Third of the three little pigs The wisest one, I build my house up with bricks So when the storm came, we just came together in the Lord's name Bruh, I sold drugs Bruh, I been grimy Lord's stackin', you can ask 'bout me Had the OG's, they respected me The younger boys not remember me I was in them streets in the background Was your ganstar's gangsta, I spit game for free Nowadays when I recollected and I put it down, gotta pay me When you say Hollywood, gotta say me When it comes to these raps and these APs Cadillacs always been a M.O Even when the old school broke down I'll patch 'em up, hit the skrip with 'em It's no surprise a brother on now When the streets get a chance to speak up They want a brother that's gon' eat with 'em Speak up about the same issues and run it straight Ain't gon' play with 'em My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd Looked at Santino right in his eyes He broked out laughin', he's so reckless He know I got now, it's no pressure But when it's his turn, let the grits burn That Lawrence Fishburne But it's on record how his old boy spit it like an old veteran Fernie Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran [Outro: Kaleb Mitchell] I'm in a lane by myself Ain't checkin' for nobody else Whole team lookin' monsterish Don't really care for they acknowledgments You can miss me with the politics They lookin' at us like some problem kids Oh yeah Anti-political Yeah, I'm anti-political (anti-political) Anti-political Yeah, I'm anti-political
[Intro: Marty]
I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song
You know what it is
Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know
[Verse 1: Marty]
I don't need a stylist
I'm only wearin' black
And my homies are wylin'
We all love Taylor Swift
I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef
I'm saucin' it up
No directions, we made it from scratch
Fear God tee on
Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo
They callin' me ugly
I'ma still marry a ten though
And I'm killin' the friendzone
I'ma kneel in the endzone
And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window
Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like
This is anti-radio
No placements, won't make it to top five
And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines
And I shoulda died
Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives
[Verse 2: John Givez]
I came in this with, like, four friends (four up)
Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on
I stayed in this and gave no cares (not one)
Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
Think I'm great, think y'all late
That's okay
Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)
At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)
Let me show you how to do this (I do it)
I just need a pencil and a pad
Guy, follow me now
Couple record companies tryna call on me now
Tell 'em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style
It came from God
Man, I got my game from God
Ain't a dollar that can move me from the reign of God
I'm in this buildin' hollerin' West!
Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what)
I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all (what)
Evidently heaven sent me excellence y'all
I just wanna be a legend
I just wanna speak to the people
I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds
Love God, live life
Do it all legal, it's easy
[Verse 3: NF]
Don't ask me a question
If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it
I got no time for the drama
I got no time for the politics
I do not care about names
They don't mean nothin' to me
I didn't get in the game to make friends
And kiss up to people that don't even like me
You know what I mean!
I don't expect everybody to like what I'm doin' out here
But I am the one that's gon' look in the mirror at the end of the day
You don't want my career
I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"
These are the comments that I gotta problem with
You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo!
My fans will eat you alive
Trolls, get off of my page
My bars fly over they heads
I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane
You won't see me in a chain
I basically wear the same shirt everyday
Get a hole in it, go the store and I buy it again
You already know who it is, for real
[Verse 4: Wordsplayed]
Still on the coast where they throw the set
'Palas still bounce like Hammer checks
Papi gon' get 'em like Dangerfield
Orale, you don't get no respect
Labels that hit Fern and Marty up
Marty and Fern never call 'em back
"You tryna be funny?", was all they asked
Look at the charts, who laughin' last?
Now I'm signed, need contracts
My God is major, my league minor
Throwin' numbers up, need contact
These beats remind of Scott Steiner
Andy killed it on Sway's show
So I best be workin' my one-liners
Still pray for that skyline, boy's lit the shots at those one-timers
I just wanna see hands in the air, my Lord
Never thought rappin' would keep us employed
Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd
The family watchin'
I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman
Shots out to Eric, I got 'em
Dog days in the Cali' summer
Life's hard, this beat's harder
Rest in peace out to Harold Hunter
All praise to the Holy Father
All the smoke was secondhand
Either way we'll never land
Say a prayer 'fore I come around
Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down
New York
[Verse 5: Fern]
I wake up from my bed
Look over, kiss my lil' girl in the head
Cause everyday is Father's Day
Just like everyday is a birthday, you dig?
Third of the three little pigs
The wisest one, I build my house up with bricks
So when the storm came, we just came together in the Lord's name
Bruh, I sold drugs
Bruh, I been grimy
Lord's stackin', you can ask 'bout me
Had the OG's, they respected me
The younger boys not remember me
I was in them streets in the background
Was your ganstar's gangsta, I spit game for free
Nowadays when I recollected and I put it down, gotta pay me
When you say Hollywood, gotta say me
When it comes to these raps and these APs
Cadillacs always been a M.O
Even when the old school broke down
I'll patch 'em up, hit the skrip with 'em
It's no surprise a brother on now
When the streets get a chance to speak up
They want a brother that's gon' eat with 'em
Speak up about the same issues and run it straight
Ain't gon' play with 'em
My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd
Looked at Santino right in his eyes
He broked out laughin', he's so reckless
He know I got now, it's no pressure
But when it's his turn, let the grits burn
That Lawrence Fishburne
But it's on record how his old boy spit it like an old veteran
Fernie
Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
[Outro: Kaleb Mitchell]
I'm in a lane by myself
Ain't checkin' for nobody else
Whole team lookin' monsterish
Don't really care for they acknowledgments
You can miss me with politics
They lookin' at us like some problem kids
Anti-political
I'm anti-political
Anti-political
I'm anti-political
Haidyn Chapman I actually thought verse 2 was still Marty 😂
THE ONE WITH MY FRIENDS LYRICS
[Intro: Marty]
I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song
You know what it is
Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know
[Verse 1: Marty]
I don't need a stylist
I'm only wearin' black
And my homies are wylin'
We all love Taylor Swift
I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef
I'm saucin' it up
No directions, we made it from scratch
Fear God tee on
Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo
They callin' me ugly
I'ma still marry a ten though
And I'm killin' the friendzone
I'ma kneel in the endzone
And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window
Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like
This is anti-radio
No placements, won't make it to top five
And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines
And I shoulda died
Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives
[Verse 2: John Givez]
I came in this with, like, four friends (four up)
Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on
I stayed in this and gave no cares (not one)
Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
Think I'm great, think y'all late
That's okay
Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)
At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)
Let me show you how to do this (I do it)
I just need a pencil and a pad
Guy, follow me now
Couple record companies tryna call on me now
Tell 'em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style
It came from God
Man, I got my game from God
Ain't a dollar that can move me from the reign of God
I'm in this buildin' hollerin' West!
Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what)
I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all (what)
Evidently heaven sent me excellence y'all
I just wanna be a legend
I just wanna speak to the people
I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds
Love God, live life
Do it all legal, it's easy
[Verse 3: NF]
Don't ask me a question
If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it
I got no time for the drama
I got no time for the politics
I do not care about names
They don't mean nothin' to me
I didn't get in the game to make friends
And kiss up to people that don't even like me
You know what I mean!
I don't expect everybody to like what I'm doin' out here
But I am the one that's gon' look in the mirror at the end of the day
You don't want my career
I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"
These are the comments that I gotta problem with
You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo!
My fans will eat you alive
Trolls, get off of my page
My bars fly over they heads
I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane
You won't see me in a chain
I basically wear the same shirt everyday
Get a hole in it, go the store and I buy it again
You already know who it is, for real
Dude this is lit bro can you make
the one with the villain by Marty
yoo this is dope what you are doing keep it up!!
God bless!!
Thank you so much! God Bless
Awesome instrumental
It's about to Go Down!
LIT BRO OMG
+Studio Empire Thanks!
The one with the villain
Nice Instrumental! Could you please consider the following songs and/or instrumentals?Derek Minor: Greatness, Touchdown, Free, Hand on the Bible, You Know ItLawren: I'm on It, First Day, Last Day, Another DayKB - Tempo (Instrumental)Kaleb Mitchell: July Fourth ft. Adrian StrewsowThanks and God Bless!
+Elias Koehler For sure!
Thank You for this! Is it possible if you could make an instrumental for Courage and/or The Misfit Generation by Social Club Misfits?
+Cristian Ramirez Rodriguez Of course! It might take some time, month or two
***** Thanks, God Bless
Great!!!!
+GrinchFace. Thanks!
Can you guys do work on First Hindsight by Shiwan? I'm not sure what would help, a remastering or a bass boost. Anything helps!
Did you get a copyright notice for this? If not can i use it please? This is doope. I will link ur channel on the description:)
Same question!
No copyright I think, I tried using it with my other YT account
this sounds just like the real song without lyrics
Thank goodness
Oh really?
+H3 Music If you are going to do any of Lawren's tracks, One Day and/or One Day Pt.2 should be your top songs to consider making instrumentals for.
i would hit up Levi Hinson who produced One Day.
[Intro: Marty]
Yeah
I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song (ha, ha, ha)
You know what it is
Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know
[Verse 1: Marty]
Woo, woo
I don't need a stylist (hey)
I'm only wearin' black (woo)
And my homies are wylin' (ayy)
We all love Taylor Swift(woo)
I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef (hey)
I'm saucin' it up
No directions, we made it from scratch
Fear God tee on
Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo (what up)
They callin' me ugly
I'ma still marry a ten though
And I'm killin' the friendzone
I'ma kneel in the endzone
And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window
Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like (woo)
This is anti-radio
No placements, won't make it to top five
And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines (woo)
And I shoulda died
Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives
Yah
[Verse 2: John Givez]
I came in this with, like, four friends (four up)
Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on
I stayed in this and gave no cares (not one)
Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
Think I'm great, think y'all late
That's okay
Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)
At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)
Let me show you how to do this (I do it)
I just need a pencil and a pad
Guy, follow me now
Couple record companies tryna call on me now
Tell 'em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style
It came from God
Man, I got my game from God
Ain't a dollar that can move me from the reign of God
I'm in this buildin' hollerin' West! (west, west, west)
Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what)
I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all (what)
Evidently heaven sent me excellence y'all (ooh)
I just wanna be a legend
I just wanna speak to the people
I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds
Love God, live life
Do it all legal, it's easy
[Verse 3: NF]
Hey!
Don't ask me a question
If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it
I got no time for the drama
I got no time for the politics
I do not care about names
They don't mean nothin' to me (nope)
I didn't get in the game to make friends
And kiss up to people that don't even like me
You know what I mean!
I don't expect everybody to like what I'm doin' out here
But I am the one that's gon' look in the mirror at the end of the day
You don't ruin my career(no!)
I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"
These are the comments that I gotta problem with
You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo!
My fans will eat you alive
Trolls, get off of my page
My bars fly over they heads
I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane
You won't see me in a chain
I basically wear the same shirt everyday
Get a hole in it, go to the store and I buy it again
You already know who it is, for real!
[Verse 4: Wordsplayed]
Still on the coast where they throw the set
'Palas still bounce like Hammer checks
Papi gon' get 'em like Dangerfield
Orale, you don't get no respect
Labels that hit Fern and Marty up
Marty and Fern never call 'em back
"You tryna be funny?", was all they asked
Look at the charts, who laughin' last?
Now I'm signed, need contracts
My God is major, my league minor
Throwin' numbers up, need contact
These beats remind of Scott Steiner
Andy killed it on Sway's show
So I best be workin' my one-liners
Still pray for that skyline, boy's lit the shots at those one-timers
I just wanna see hands in the air, my Lord
Never thought rappin' would keep us employed
Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd
The family watchin'
I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman
Shots out to Eric, I got 'em
Dog days in the Cali' summer
Life's hard, this beat's harder
Rest in peace out to Harold Hunter
All praise to the Holy Father
All the smoke was secondhand
Either way we'll never land
Say a prayer 'fore I come around
Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down
New York
[Verse 5: Fern]
I wake up from my bed
Look over, kiss my lil' girl in the head
Cause everyday is Father's Day
Just like everyday is a birthday, you dig?
Third of the three little pigs
The wisest one, I build my house up with bricks
So when the storm came, we just came together in the Lord's name
Bruh, I sold drugs
Bruh, I been grimy
Lord's stackin', you can ask 'bout me
Had the OG's, they respected me
The younger boys not remember me
I was in them streets in the background
Was your ganstar's gangsta, I spit game for free
Nowadays when I recollected and I put it down, gotta pay me
When you say Hollywood, gotta say me
When it comes to these raps and these APs
Cadillacs always been a M.O
Even when the old school broke down
I'll patch 'em up, hit the skrip with 'em
It's no surprise a brother on now
When the streets get a chance to speak up
They want a brother that's gon' eat with 'em
Speak up about the same issues and run it straight
Ain't gon' play with 'em
My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd
Looked at Santino right in his eyes
He broked out laughin', he's so reckless
He know I got now, it's no pressure
But when it's his turn, let the grits burn
That Lawrence Fishburne
But it's on record how his old boy spit it like an old veteran
Fernie
Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
[Outro: Kaleb Mitchell]
I'm in a lane by myself
Ain't checkin' for nobody else
Whole team lookin' monsterish
Don't really care for they acknowledgments
You can miss me with the politics
They lookin' at us like some problem kids
Oh yeah
Anti-political
Yeah, I'm anti-political (anti-political)
Anti-political
Yeah, I'm anti-political
Can you please upload beautiful by NF
Is it possible if you can do one with the villain?
there's no way you could do it by Sunday is there? I want it for my wedding.
Eee, I doubt it, I would suggest you try to contact the producer Wit or Marty, I don't know any of there information but it is worth a shot.
Hey I want to use this for a remix but can I put it on iTunes or would I have to pay you or whitelist it so I don't get any money from it ?
hey man how do you get that circle animation to sync with your beats
Do you know where i can find the instrumental for " the one with all the awkwardness"?
Don't think there is such a thing, this one was created by me. I could create it but there are a few I have scheduled already.
Wow! This is really on point! Do you take requests?
What is your direct contact?
Thanks means a lot! Here's the request form goo.gl/forms/bEoRUlsYStvAuq6s2
H3 Music thanks! Form has been submitted
Can I have your contact information?
Where did you find the "Ahh" sample? If it is a sample
+Bryan Quinn I just sampled the original song, did some noise reduction to get the instruments out of it in the beginning of the song.
five years since the last comment? do i get a like for putting some love here???
Deal lmao
@@H3Music Lit.
no dislikes :D
Challenge:Rap this at 1.5 speed
H3!! Finally did a remix to to this! Check it out on my channel!