Born in the ninetys Born as a scorpia She was born as a pisces Wasn't the biggest fan of poetry But got hooked on my writing From the get go I let go of all the grief I know that many people didn't like me From all the stress I received she reformed the beast still, Life didn't pan out like the life of Riley Close my eyes and see distant things I had wicked dreams from a pimpled teen Nothing could insight me addicted to the weed like a crack fiend trying to find a cure she was my vaccine certified black Queen. A rose flowing through the Nile river water is pure but they say blood is thicker shes My fashion killer... It Never stops when the action pops putting my trigger in all the right spots like camera shots getting sweet deep under them sheets she was always finding the softer side of me. Good memories for real I could Remember em still Like yesterday's meal.
Late nights I need to sleep ion ever get the rest I miss my brother so much I’m wishing we never met dancing with the devil smoking grams with an angel that is heaven sent My one n only I’m waking up in cold sweats thinkin that I need a beug really I just miss my bro hoping that I see him soon life’s got me spinning out hardly ever leave my room empty bag of salt means I have to go see a dude mental state fucked went and grew a tree or 2 found a bit of money lost myself I don’t have a clue take a mans life no second guessing if it’s me or you knife to my wrist I’m all in imma see it thru letter after letter sending skets just to ease the pain I don’t feel any better I just wanna see his face private numbers calling paranoia I ain’t picking up I’m sorry that I didn’t there’s something I need to say memories they eat away my confidence will leave a stain that I can never wash away come around to my grave any promise that I made eventually I go and break
Big chains . Kop those. Crack rock's. Chop those. Hand helds. Pop those. Shottie wid the shottie nose. Shoot a man go change clothes. It's real on them main roads. Can't trust a soul. But that's how the game goes. Gang signs. We rep those Go to war over post codes. Servin class A,s. Colletin lost soul's. First the bullet bursts. Then the heart slows. After that. You'll meet your people at the crossroads. My eyes are the only place the pain show's. Every day that pain grows. Now pains all my heart no's. Hope the reaper finds all my foes. Done wid the codes , man don't follow those. Were I'm from its all, broken hearts en broken home's. Undercovers buyin stone's. Danger zones. Bad day's. We seen alota those. Prison Vs on the weekend wid my Bros. Those times my cuzze snuck man in a couple phones. Fuck a heart. Real men need back bone's. Catch a man slipin on the wing. Like road, it's all the same thing. We Jack those. It's on sight. Even on my jack Jones. This life ain't what I chose. Had to buss a couple heads. Burn a couple clothes. With those highs, came alota lows.
I can’t describe how I feel now Nobody’s real now Pain in my chest Too stressed can’t feel nowt Dazed and depressed Yes life’s been a mess sent my head west Still trying my best Teary eyed to my death Put knives to my flesh need rest I confess I need time to regress When I’m helpless I see people help less All I think about’s death Life’s a long flight of steps
Every other day got me thinkin bout suicide, ever since my boy Mdot took his own life, man i wish i cudda been there for him, but i didnt know what was going threw his mind, it was so sad reading on my social feed, how everybody loves you when your not in reach, now hes lying 6 feet deep beneath my feet, man that shit hurts i felt it in my dreams the same night he done what he did but nobody had full control over him....... 😥💔 shit cut me so deep i felt like he was reachin out for me, if only i had messaged him maybe he would still be here with me. rest in peace Mdot my bro my soldier, i hope your looking down on me 😫😟
I’m creative with the verse, sadist with the words So when I say this it hurts, I keep on feeling the pain of humanity, latched to me, I do the research, so any bars I build I manufacture it factually not factory. This’ll never be the design of society This’ll always be the real passion of man inside of me Who else is actually rapping this passionately It’s full colour acts of poetry imagine taking tabs of acid and weed Or maybe it’s a gateway I’ll take you to other dimension that just happen to seem like the garden Eden but this is as far as Adam and Eve as could actually be Our paths wrong it’s cracking and weak People snapping their backs for salaries to feed Their families back at home it’s all a frantic madness to me Especially when we can grow this in the ground for free We’re paying for peas with P’s when will this cease We’re paying for war why ain’t we paying for peace We’re playing our role while they’re playing for keeps And the fight for survival is a plague in the streets So I’m bringing that fire of London to tame this disease
i remember the day wen u went away not caring about what i had to say had to tell u about us didnt care didnt want the fuss got on the bus went 2 my place not knowing that id c ur face wen i wake up in the morning us sittin there both yawning tear down my eye aint gunna lie still love u cause me bare pain smoke bare weed stuck in my brain making me weak fall of my feet ur lie to me about who u meet remember the times you used to cheat never past the test get it of my chest
This girl is fire fam yh I think shes burning im on the roadsides peas ill be earning fam I was dumb but now im defo lurning if theres beef on the streets us man are circleing the ends to start off pleas dont let my team bark off leave you with holes in your top sqwueez sqwueez sqwueezing till its tym to stop us man aint fake us man aint cops that will have you in a cell just boxed
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Late nights i needa sleep i never get the rest, miss my brother so much i wish we never met.
Flowz haha
What’s the song
Sini Sayso One Take Brought me here 💪😎🔥
Trizzy trapz nothing aint sweet
Born in the ninetys
Born as a scorpia
She was born as a pisces
Wasn't the biggest fan of poetry
But got hooked on my writing
From the get go
I let go of all the grief
I know that many people
didn't like me
From all the stress I received
she reformed the beast still,
Life didn't pan out like the life of Riley
Close my eyes
and see distant things
I had wicked dreams
from a pimpled teen
Nothing could insight me
addicted to the weed
like a crack fiend
trying to find a cure
she was my vaccine
certified black Queen.
A rose flowing through the Nile river
water is pure but they say
blood is thicker
shes My fashion killer...
It Never stops when the action pops
putting my trigger
in all the right spots
like camera shots
getting sweet deep
under them sheets
she was always finding
the softer side of me.
Good memories for real
I could Remember em still
Like yesterday's meal.
Late nights I need to sleep ion ever get the rest I miss my brother so much I’m wishing we never met dancing with the devil smoking grams with an angel that is heaven sent
My one n only I’m waking up in cold sweats thinkin that I need a beug really I just miss my bro hoping that I see him soon life’s got me spinning out hardly ever leave my room empty bag of salt means I have to go see a dude mental state fucked went and grew a tree or 2 found a bit of money lost myself I don’t have a clue take a mans life no second guessing if it’s me or you knife to my wrist I’m all in imma see it thru letter after letter sending skets just to ease the pain I don’t feel any better I just wanna see his face private numbers calling paranoia I ain’t picking up I’m sorry that I didn’t there’s something I need to say memories they eat away my confidence will leave a stain that I can never wash away come around to my grave any promise that I made eventually I go and break
Flowzzzzz
Free riko
I can’t describe how I feel now
Big chains .
Kop those.
Crack rock's.
Chop those.
Hand helds.
Pop those.
Shottie wid the shottie nose.
Shoot a man go change clothes.
It's real on them main roads.
Can't trust a soul.
But that's how the game goes.
Gang signs.
We rep those
Go to war over post codes.
Servin class A,s.
Colletin lost soul's.
First the bullet bursts.
Then the heart slows.
After that.
You'll meet your people at the crossroads.
My eyes are the only place the pain show's.
Every day that pain grows.
Now pains all my heart no's.
Hope the reaper finds all my foes.
Done wid the codes , man don't follow those.
Were I'm from its all, broken hearts en broken home's.
Undercovers buyin stone's.
Danger zones.
Bad day's.
We seen alota those.
Prison Vs on the weekend wid my Bros.
Those times my cuzze snuck man in a couple phones.
Fuck a heart.
Real men need back bone's.
Catch a man slipin on the wing.
Like road, it's all the same thing.
We Jack those.
It's on sight.
Even on my jack Jones.
This life ain't what I chose.
Had to buss a couple heads.
Burn a couple clothes.
With those highs, came alota lows.
These bars are hard big up.
been after this beat for time .. so sick!!!
please make more beats like this!!!!
I can’t describe how I feel now
Nobody’s real now
Pain in my chest
Too stressed
can’t feel nowt
Dazed and depressed
Yes life’s been a mess
sent my head west
Still trying my best
Teary eyed to my death
Put knives to my flesh
need rest
I confess I need time to regress
When I’m helpless
I see people help less
All I think about’s death
Life’s a long flight of steps
we found it boys let's go
Every other day got me thinkin bout suicide, ever since my boy Mdot took his own life, man i wish i cudda been there for him, but i didnt know what was going threw his mind, it was so sad reading on my social feed, how everybody loves you when your not in reach, now hes lying 6 feet deep beneath my feet, man that shit hurts i felt it in my dreams the same night he done what he did but nobody had full control over him....... 😥💔 shit cut me so deep i felt like he was reachin out for me, if only i had messaged him maybe he would still be here with me. rest in peace Mdot my bro my soldier, i hope your looking down on me 😫😟
I hope your not suicidal no more and also hope your getting on with life good and may your mate rest in peace 🙏 🕊
THIS A BEAT FOR THEM HUSTLERS
I’m creative with the verse, sadist with the words
So when I say this it hurts,
I keep on feeling the pain of humanity, latched to me,
I do the research, so any bars I build
I manufacture it factually not factory.
This’ll never be the design of society
This’ll always be the real passion of man inside of me
Who else is actually rapping this passionately
It’s full colour acts of poetry imagine taking tabs of acid and weed
Or maybe it’s a gateway
I’ll take you to other dimension that just happen to seem
like the garden Eden
but this is as far as Adam and Eve as could actually be
Our paths wrong it’s cracking and weak
People snapping their backs for salaries to feed
Their families back at home it’s all a frantic madness to me
Especially when we can grow this in the ground for free
We’re paying for peas with P’s when will this cease
We’re paying for war why ain’t we paying for peace
We’re playing our role while they’re playing for keeps
And the fight for survival is a plague in the streets
So I’m bringing that fire of London to tame this disease
Ay whats ur insta this is hard
i remember the day wen u went away
not caring about what i had to say
had to tell u about us
didnt care didnt want the fuss
got on the bus
went 2 my place
not knowing that id c ur face
wen i wake up in the morning
us sittin there
both yawning
tear down my eye
aint gunna lie
still love u
cause me bare pain
smoke bare weed
stuck in my brain
making me weak
fall of my feet
ur lie to me about who u meet
remember the times you used to cheat
never past the test get it of my chest
Flows dilione
The E-Laborators - Real Life (this beat)
aye dimzy life of a crook jheeze
sixty
You got a DL link for this bro?, sickkkkk!
defently
Heaney Parks
This girl is fire fam yh I think shes burning im on the roadsides peas ill be earning fam I was dumb but now im defo lurning if theres beef on the streets us man are circleing the ends to start off pleas dont let my team bark off leave you with holes in your top sqwueez sqwueez sqwueezing till its tym to stop us man aint fake us man aint cops that will have you in a cell just boxed
free riko sal
@officialCzMusic
did you produce the other winter wave to ?
Any chance i could use this for a non profit project
How can I buy this beat
How can I buy this beat ?
How do you get hold of CZ Beats
leave it
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Díky :-)
@TheDonCon Yeah.
hate this life what were living bro got slammed for a killing wasn' teavn him wasn't evan them now he's locked up in a cage like a hen
soundcloud official-cz-music
Who done the song over this?
Trizzy trapz dimzy sini sayso flowz
@@Jabz-ngc what’s the flows song called ??
@@ukdr1ll7782 years late but its called Free Riko