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I’m not gonna get on here saying I’m broke But I’m in the stu focused I don’t even smoke My brothers al told me like cade you can make it Thought you was my brother ain’t know you could fake it Hol on Fake it till you make it that’s what they told Listened to em thought that they was right that was the old me Now I know myself so you could never control me Imma put my money in investments I won’t buy a Rollie We’re Cupid at No wonder I was dumb I used to chief up on that stupid pack Said a lot of stupid things I wish that I could take it back But I can’t take it back so I guess that’s the end of that WiFi going through our heads that means we in the internet Raise yo vibe, demons be like why try, sitting rapping raps radiation from the WiFi Why slide he gon be in limbo for like 10 you get that 10 times My shorty give me knowledge for this song when she give me mind They prolly think I’m sweet cause we hold hands and imma love for mine Magnet wit the baguette while we at Panera eating She ain’t the know the kickback on this bih it shot her in the eye I’m not talking bout a gun or saying that I’m gonna slide I’m talking bout my dick when we made love for like the 100th time Now they know im spazzing I ain’t even hit a 100 lines Cuz said he love me and he gon kill for me Ion need a screwdriver please don’t drill for me I spit all these sick lines keep it ill and keep it trill with me Thoughts he was my brother oops silly me Never know what imma get they be like jelly beans Soon as I think they real again they bamboozle But I ain’t been tripping save my energy Imma play it smooth no matter what so it’s coo with me Make a wrong choice again get dropped healthy boundaries If they had a m up on my head would you collect the bounty And my sweatshirt it say cookies but now I prefer some brownies Looked over at my girl like Mac n cheese? She ain’t even say a word she just shook her head yes at me Bronem said that im a g but English just a Trap They like heard you said you lost 10 racks and you ain’t it back I just I write cause ion spot nothing but facts Then they ain’t call me back Need to get rid of these memories I need the men and black That’s shoutout to party up in heaven go listen to that I just snapped And this want off the top so if you want I’ll run it back Bronem going up by 6s sum like a running back Go to college get a career then I’ll get up in my bag Everyone always mad talking bout they don’t have I think it’s time to work it’s time to get up off our Caso gave his girl a complement and she cheesed again I know these verse is I’ll write it got a ear infection Ion need to be a teacher on these tracks I’m spitting lessons Is it a fermament up in the sky Ion know the answers it’s gonna be that way untill I die Jumped up in my dreams fapped my arms and flew to the sky Look up on the dollar like is the end really near Can’t you see they controlling us with fear yea But right back to the 3d told her she can drive if she can steer I see shapes up in the starts while riding in my grandma car Hell yea I’ve spoon fed but at least they fed me knowledge I’m knowing that I’m blessed cause she already Payed for college If I was rich I wouldn’t buy a chain maan I would help the youth I don’t poor it till it’s muddy so I don’t pop out with boots Looking on the back my phone and it’s a bite up out a fruit This song is an elexkt take a sip out this juice Spot a verse and then I dip just to hit another booth
[Intro] Yeah 808 my crew Swervo (uh, huh) Sizzle told me get in my bag, man Everything new, we finna go get the Lambo truck (Southside) [Verse 1] If you a real live gangsta ass nigga, throw your shit up Give a fuck 'bout where you from All them drill niggas with us Everybody got a gun, pussies still will get hit up And I'm still with that shit I just be chill, tryna fill up Got that 40 riding E all in the field, need a fill up And I'm really chasing mill's Nigga, I'm just being real Everybody running wild now I'm just being still Unless I'm still on the road, or I'm still gone off a pill And I don't got a deal I don't have to offer some meals, I'm eating for real Soon as I walk in the building, everybody in there could tell I'm eating for real Just by the way that I talk, probably the way that I walk I don't even floss Leave you with some of this sauce Teach you to learn from a loss and look like a boss Everybody won't pay that cost This YSL, not Hugo Boss I'm high as hell, I'm finna cough Folks is coughing up a storm Get that seed, had to swallow We was fools, eating, selling all that food Shout out Ralo Fuckboy, boy don't make the news Front yo move, catch a hollow If them people question me 'bout anything, hell if I know I just had court yesterday, I get depressed whenever I go But I still gotta wake up and get fresh whenever I go I got swag like I'm Capo, I know [Chorus] Everybody think I'm rich now Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh? You don't think I'm still with that shit now You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh? You was really barely in that shit, huh? You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh? You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh? You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh? On the road and shit, huh? Using most that shit, huh? Always broke and shit, huh? Never post that shit, huh? I'ma die a gangsta And you know that shit, huh? Death before dishonor, nigga And you know that's it, huh? [Verse 2] I'm still with that shit, bitch Blick still in my whip, bitch And I'm riding automatic, bitch this ain't no stick shift And you know I switch clips, like I switch whips Bank been seeing me like all week, this my sixth trip I been smoking Posto all day, this my last zip (Posto!) Walking 'round with that Kriss Vector, make his ass flip I ain't want his blood on my hands, so his ass crip Herbo, run along, that's my mans, get ya ass kilt Herbo been alone, where he been? Running up them bands Niggas sleeping 'way all they days, fucking with them xans And I gotta whole lotta grand, but I'm not the man Niggas lose it all for the 'Gram, bet that wasn't the plan And I do it all for the fam, and then for the fans I done been through failure and all, that made me a man I done been through hell with my dawgs and I'll go again And they want more smoke again, we let 'em know again And go to the store again, they just bought four again Won't tote no .44 again I'll blow an F&N I thought I was flexing and I wrecked up tryna floor the Benz Swervo (Swervo, you know what the fuck is up, 958, bitch) [Chorus] Everybody think I'm rich now Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh? You don't think I'm still with that shit now You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh? You was really barely in that shit, huh? You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh? You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh? You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh? On the road and shit, huh? Using most that shit, huh? Always broke and shit, huh? Never post that shit, huh? I'ma die a gangsta And you know that shit, huh? Death before dishonor, nigga And you know that's it, huh?
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Rapping on this heat before 100k
This beat hard af I swear 🔥💯
Best beat on the album
This hard af 🔥🔥
dis beat so brazy
Best one so far 🔥🔥🔥
This was used in a hotbox freestyle uak it’s hot
word, had to upload the instrumental
TheFutureFury which one??
I’m not gonna get on here saying I’m broke
But I’m in the stu focused I don’t even smoke
My brothers al told me like cade you can make it
Thought you was my brother ain’t know you could fake it
Hol on
Fake it till you make it that’s what they told
Listened to em thought that they was right that was the old me
Now I know myself so you could never control me
Imma put my money in investments I won’t buy a Rollie
We’re Cupid at
No wonder I was dumb I used to chief up on that stupid pack
Said a lot of stupid things I wish that I could take it back
But I can’t take it back so I guess that’s the end of that
WiFi going through our heads that means we in the internet
Raise yo vibe, demons be like why try, sitting rapping raps radiation from the WiFi
Why slide he gon be in limbo for like 10 you get that 10 times
My shorty give me knowledge for this song when she give me mind
They prolly think I’m sweet cause we hold hands and imma love for mine
Magnet wit the baguette while we at Panera eating
She ain’t the know the kickback on this bih it shot her in the eye
I’m not talking bout a gun or saying that I’m gonna slide
I’m talking bout my dick when we made love for like the 100th time
Now they know im spazzing I ain’t even hit a 100 lines
Cuz said he love me and he gon kill for me
Ion need a screwdriver please don’t drill for me
I spit all these sick lines keep it ill and keep it trill with me
Thoughts he was my brother oops silly me
Never know what imma get they be like jelly beans
Soon as I think they real again they bamboozle
But I ain’t been tripping save my energy
Imma play it smooth no matter what so it’s coo with me
Make a wrong choice again get dropped healthy boundaries
If they had a m up on my head would you collect the bounty
And my sweatshirt it say cookies but now I prefer some brownies
Looked over at my girl like Mac n cheese?
She ain’t even say a word she just shook her head yes at me
Bronem said that im a g but English just a Trap
They like heard you said you lost 10 racks and you ain’t it back
I just I write cause ion spot nothing but facts
Then they ain’t call me back
Need to get rid of these memories I need the men and black
That’s shoutout to party up in heaven go listen to that
I just snapped
And this want off the top so if you want I’ll run it back
Bronem going up by 6s sum like a running back
Go to college get a career then I’ll get up in my bag
Everyone always mad talking bout they don’t have
I think it’s time to work it’s time to get up off our
Caso gave his girl a complement and she cheesed again
I know these verse is I’ll write it got a ear infection
Ion need to be a teacher on these tracks I’m spitting lessons
Is it a fermament up in the sky
Ion know the answers it’s gonna be that way untill I die
Jumped up in my dreams fapped my arms and flew to the sky
Look up on the dollar like is the end really near
Can’t you see they controlling us with fear yea
But right back to the 3d told her she can drive if she can steer
I see shapes up in the starts while riding in my grandma car
Hell yea I’ve spoon fed but at least they fed me knowledge
I’m knowing that I’m blessed cause she already
Payed for college
If I was rich I wouldn’t buy a chain maan I would help the youth
I don’t poor it till it’s muddy so I don’t pop out with boots
Looking on the back my phone and it’s a bite up out a fruit
This song is an elexkt take a sip out this juice
Spot a verse and then I dip just to hit another booth
That's the way
🔥🔥🔥
Do that's how I grew up
Do calboy envy me💕👏🏾
[Intro]
Yeah
808 my crew
Swervo (uh, huh)
Sizzle told me get in my bag, man
Everything new, we finna go get the Lambo truck (Southside)
[Verse 1]
If you a real live gangsta ass nigga, throw your shit up
Give a fuck 'bout where you from
All them drill niggas with us
Everybody got a gun, pussies still will get hit up
And I'm still with that shit
I just be chill, tryna fill up
Got that 40 riding E all in the field, need a fill up
And I'm really chasing mill's
Nigga, I'm just being real
Everybody running wild now
I'm just being still
Unless I'm still on the road, or I'm still gone off a pill
And I don't got a deal
I don't have to offer some meals, I'm eating for real
Soon as I walk in the building, everybody in there could tell I'm eating for real
Just by the way that I talk, probably the way that I walk
I don't even floss
Leave you with some of this sauce
Teach you to learn from a loss and look like a boss
Everybody won't pay that cost
This YSL, not Hugo Boss
I'm high as hell, I'm finna cough
Folks is coughing up a storm
Get that seed, had to swallow
We was fools, eating, selling all that food
Shout out Ralo
Fuckboy, boy don't make the news
Front yo move, catch a hollow
If them people question me 'bout anything, hell if I know
I just had court yesterday, I get depressed whenever I go
But I still gotta wake up and get fresh whenever I go
I got swag like I'm Capo, I know
[Chorus]
Everybody think I'm rich now
Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh?
You don't think I'm still with that shit now
You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh?
You was really barely in that shit, huh?
You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh?
You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh?
You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh?
On the road and shit, huh?
Using most that shit, huh?
Always broke and shit, huh?
Never post that shit, huh?
I'ma die a gangsta
And you know that shit, huh?
Death before dishonor, nigga
And you know that's it, huh?
[Verse 2]
I'm still with that shit, bitch
Blick still in my whip, bitch
And I'm riding automatic, bitch this ain't no stick shift
And you know I switch clips, like I switch whips
Bank been seeing me like all week, this my sixth trip
I been smoking Posto all day, this my last zip (Posto!)
Walking 'round with that Kriss Vector, make his ass flip
I ain't want his blood on my hands, so his ass crip
Herbo, run along, that's my mans, get ya ass kilt
Herbo been alone, where he been? Running up them bands
Niggas sleeping 'way all they days, fucking with them xans
And I gotta whole lotta grand, but I'm not the man
Niggas lose it all for the 'Gram, bet that wasn't the plan
And I do it all for the fam, and then for the fans
I done been through failure and all, that made me a man
I done been through hell with my dawgs and I'll go again
And they want more smoke again, we let 'em know again
And go to the store again, they just bought four again
Won't tote no .44 again
I'll blow an F&N
I thought I was flexing and I wrecked up tryna floor the Benz
Swervo (Swervo, you know what the fuck is up, 958, bitch)
[Chorus]
Everybody think I'm rich now
Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh?
You don't think I'm still with that shit now
You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh?
You was really barely in that shit, huh?
You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh?
You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh?
You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh?
On the road and shit, huh?
Using most that shit, huh?
Always broke and shit, huh?
Never post that shit, huh?
I'ma die a gangsta
And you know that shit, huh?
Death before dishonor, nigga
And you know that's it, huh?
YALL FUCKED UP GIVIGNME THIS BEAT SMDH
What 808 did ge use?
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