Take it all, or leave it I feel you [Verse 1: Matt Champion] When there's a rough patch, don't eye for the parachute They goin' AWOL the second that the light goes on This a treat ain't it, soon as she hit the powder room I pull it back and check my rose, and yeah, I'm 'bout to bloom It's that '90 raised from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch Combat how you feel, strobe light, I hit the killswitch Neck twist like Exorcist, I'ma see you 'round 'Cause tonight's the night I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this [Chorus 1: Joba] White cuffs, wood grain Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank White cuffs, wood grain Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank On my way to the bank, suitcase On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank On my way to the bank [Verse 2: Joba] 'Til the casket drops, I will play God Fuck the world, let's start a riot Got too much, too quick God damn, I'm feelin' sick, bitch, call the doctor Don't act like I ain't been dead to ya Don't act like I ain't deserve this shit Couldn't last a day inside my head That's why I did the drugs I did Got issues with these motherfuckers Looking down from they pedestals From that petty view, on that petty shit Pray for peace with a knife in my hand Speak my piece like a gun to my head Come equipped just to blast this shit Misunderstood since birth Fuck what you think, and fuck what you heard I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise And all of the fuck shit need to get away Still ain't got the fright to the fickle-minded people I thought I knew better, wish I knew better Should have known better, wish that I was better At dealing with the fame and you fake motherfuckers Guess I'm too real Excuse we Let we pass, rum is the gas We ain't play nice, little guy Doh blame meh, blame di rum, no t-] [Chorus 2: Merlyn Wood, Lavaman] I be in my bag (excuse we?) Goin' in (let we pass-) Guess who isn't built for this, man? Me and my thugs built for this, man We goin' for the gifts and the grams I be in my bag (excuse we?) Goin' in (let we pass-) Smokin' all the grams in this bag Man, you isn't built for this, man Run it like the gingerbread man [Verse 3: Merlyn Wood] Fuck that shit, stay hydrated nigga I'ma lick that bitch, go home, kiss my momma, wassup? Wassup? Black power fist hangin' from my black 'fro Yo, she saw me in that cereal, she want to lick a Oreo, damn Break the dam when I spit the flow I'm on the lamb like the fuckin' wool Hoppin' out the van, I'm at Abbey Road Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man that's difficult I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely self Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf I found myself and put my face on a missing shirt I dropped out with no promise that this shit would (That this shit would work, work, work Work, work, work, work) (Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work) [Bridge: bearface] With the dogs, in my ride know the doors suicide Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie With the dogs, in my ride, know the doors suicide Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie Pull up with the racks to your shop Cop a medallion or 3, I'm the don Zim, zim, zim out the bim, get shot One mill, two mill, three, that's a lot Damn [Chorus 1: Joba] White cuffs, wood grain Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank White cuffs, wood grain Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank On my way to the bank, bank, bank
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Why this guy have only 200 subs? I saw few your remakes and they're really dope
Sounds like you dropped your phone in water
Fuck this would have been pretty hard to remake. Nice job bro.
Shitty reprod, but it sounds fresh af actually
Take it all, or leave it
I feel you
[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
When there's a rough patch, don't eye for the parachute
They goin' AWOL the second that the light goes on
This a treat ain't it, soon as she hit the powder room
I pull it back and check my rose, and yeah, I'm 'bout to bloom
It's that '90 raised from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, I hit the killswitch
Neck twist like Exorcist, I'ma see you 'round
'Cause tonight's the night I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this
[Chorus 1: Joba]
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
[Verse 2: Joba]
'Til the casket drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, let's start a riot
Got too much, too quick
God damn, I'm feelin' sick, bitch, call the doctor
Don't act like I ain't been dead to ya
Don't act like I ain't deserve this shit
Couldn't last a day inside my head
That's why I did the drugs I did
Got issues with these motherfuckers
Looking down from they pedestals
From that petty view, on that petty shit
Pray for peace with a knife in my hand
Speak my piece like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast this shit
Misunderstood since birth
Fuck what you think, and fuck what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise
And all of the fuck shit need to get away
Still ain't got the fright to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, wish I knew better
Should have known better, wish that I was better
At dealing with the fame and you fake motherfuckers
Guess I'm too real
Excuse we
Let we pass, rum is the gas
We ain't play nice, little guy
Doh blame meh, blame di rum, no t-]
[Chorus 2: Merlyn Wood, Lavaman]
I be in my bag (excuse we?)
Goin' in (let we pass-)
Guess who isn't built for this, man?
Me and my thugs built for this, man
We goin' for the gifts and the grams
I be in my bag (excuse we?)
Goin' in (let we pass-)
Smokin' all the grams in this bag
Man, you isn't built for this, man
Run it like the gingerbread man
[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Fuck that shit, stay hydrated nigga
I'ma lick that bitch, go home, kiss my momma, wassup?
Wassup?
Black power fist hangin' from my black 'fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal, she want to lick a Oreo, damn
Break the dam when I spit the flow
I'm on the lamb like the fuckin' wool
Hoppin' out the van, I'm at Abbey Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man that's difficult
I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely self
Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf
I found myself and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise that this shit would
(That this shit would work, work, work
Work, work, work, work)
(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work)
[Bridge: bearface]
With the dogs, in my ride know the doors suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie
With the dogs, in my ride, know the doors suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie
Pull up with the racks to your shop
Cop a medallion or 3, I'm the don
Zim, zim, zim out the bim, get shot
One mill, two mill, three, that's a lot
Damn
[Chorus 1: Joba]
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank
TILL THE CASKET I WILL PLAY WITH GOD
where did you get the snare? real accurate
oh shit hello
yo wheres the snare from
This shit is fkin on point man, you're si underated! Hope this blows up ,all the best for your channel man😄👌
what’s the snare
0:40
Where you get the synth sound
This go!!!
Where did you get those drums?
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