I love you, for so many reasons I love you, all seasons First of all, I love you with the freshness of a spring day And I, I love you with with the freshness of a spring day And I, I love you with with the freshness of a spring day And I, I love you, for so many reasons I love you, four seasons (I break that down x8) EDIT: figured out this was sampled from a song called "I Love You For All Seasons" by The Fuzz
Heard this last night on Hard Knocks during AB’s arrival to camp. Yo this beat stole my heart! 🤯 🔥 🔥 Samples: the fuzz - I love you for all seasons East of underground - I love you
Ayeee let’s go, I feel like da baby, I got me some juice Pull up with the 50, my rappin reduced My flow is so wavy you will be amused, comin in last now I feel like caboose. I met a young lady, she lookin confused I tell her I’m raffy, she runnin on loose My flow is so crazy I’m gettin it loose, I’m grindin I’m grinding and I don’t take excuse. I’m vibin my way like a flute this beat got me dancin I do what I do, doing these raps I didn’t even knew loving my teachers, 2pac and the crew.
Verse 1: I’ve been through a lot, you wouldn’t believe, Every step I take, got a reason to grieve, Keep my head high, even when I bleed, Pain’s a lesson, that’s the s**t I need. They see me on top, think it’s all good, But the road’s rough, wish they understood, Late nights, fighting with my demons, Climbing up, I ain't stopping, I’m achieving. Chorus: I’ve been through a lot, highs and lows, Chasing dreams while the world froze, People come and go, that’s life’s flow, But I keep pushing, man, that’s how it goes. Verse 2: Lost some real ones, f***s with my mind, Wonder if there’s more to this grind, Praying for the day I unwind, But till then, I’m stuck in this bind. Weight of the world on my shoulders, Trying to stay warm in a world colder, Everyone’s a friend when you’re bolder, But when it’s real, they turn to folders. Chorus: I’ve been through a lot, highs and lows, Chasing dreams while the world froze, People come and go, that’s life’s flow, But I keep pushing, man, that’s how it goes. Bridge: Through rain and storm, I remain, Every drop of blood, every pain, Made me who I am, I’m not ashamed, I’ll fight till they know my name. Verse 3: What don’t kill you makes you strong, I’ve been fighting battles so long, Dreams grow fonder, I hold on, Living every day like I’m gone. Scars on my heart, wear ‘em with pride, No matter the struggle, I take it in stride, Been knocked down, rise every time, Fire inside me will never die. Chorus: I’ve been through a lot, highs and lows, Chasing dreams while the world froze, People come and go, that’s life’s flow, But I keep pushing, man, that’s how it goes.
Mẹ ơi đêm nay sài gòn trở lạnh về đêm Kéo theo đấy là dòng tâm sự từ trong đáy lòng con chưa được lột tả Sài gòn lạnh lẽo quá con muốn về nhà Cảm giác của một đứa con sống xa quê hương là điều không dễ Nhưng không cố gắng là điều không thể Mẹ ơi hãy nghe thêm nhiều lời con kể Vì con thấy giấc mơ ngày bé Là trưởng thành và giúp gia đình Còn tương lai nghiệp bây giờ lại trái ngược với những gì con tính Con bướng bỉnh con ham chơi Đời buồn bã mưa đang rơi Ở ngoài trời một màn mưa đang che hết lớp cửa sổ Con rủ thằng bạn kế bên phòng cuốn cho con thêm một điếu nữa Vì con buồn con thất bại Bước chân đi nặng nề đứng lại Con là ai giữa cuộc sống Con yêu mẹ nhiều lắm mẹ ơi
Let em know i sold my soul now I'm gone solid gold wish i wasn't so damn cold take a look now we're old yeahh ,Many of us roaming around feeling down nah we weren't raised right, some of us need the light, some of us doing alright, Everything seems fucken tight, i just wanna touch the sky and let my family know i'm ight just pray for me and my soul through the night may the devil cry but only when the times right
(I love you for so many reasons) How many problems you got (a lot) Seems like I got nobody to solve em Remember the nights I was calling (aye) Remember the nights I was falling (aye) Where were you at though? (Not here) You say let’s run it back though I don’t listen to anything you say
I wake up everyday and shits the same wondering when we gonna get money and shit gone change like when we gonna make it through all of this rain and when I get some money ima get through all this pain and I’m been overthinking stressing all up in my brain people say they solid forever and then they change I been stressing for a while now smoking get high like a plane because I get lost in my thoughts and then I roll up Mary Jane i wish shit wasn’t different but some shit gotta change I just wish some shit stayed the same but people lame they fucking play with yo emotions like it’s a game and then when you got something to say it’s you to blame
people switchin sides is nothin new to me no one ever talk to me truthfully imma take this song as an opportunity to clear up my name from all this scrutiny i can say nothing and people put words in my mouth none of it making some sense it just look like for clout my career going up cause i be blowin up im never going down south i could be doing the same thing they do to me but that is not what im about im about getting this paper never mind all of the haters never mind all the betrayers even if they switchin up imma send them my own little prayer bless all these people filled with jealousy they just talking cause they tryna be what i am you could never be its just simple man cant you see me and you aint same this aint a game im not just playing all of these people come close to me when i got all the money and the fame the people who scared of the virus aint the only one wearin masks same people who switched all a sudden gon be nice and forget the past i aint takin that i will not relax imma make sure this makes you react in the same way you made me feel when you threw me under so fast shoutout to the ones that stayed you never been fazed you always remained despite all of the fakes with their games when i needed you instantly came
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 He had 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 the back from a lack of promotions I never was 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 saved 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 gon' 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 that 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)
21 savage “a lot” fortnite remix matt rivers c wavy lil scar how much metal u got how much metal u got how much metal u got how much metal u got how much metal you got how much wood u got how many noobs u done killed they are all probably bot how many people u shot how many time u got shot how many times u pull up with a pump to the head and do a lot how many bandis u got how many minis u got how many med kits and how many big pot how many trees u broke how many vicroys u choke how much money you done spent to fix the controllers you broke everyday that i’m alive, imma ride with the squad i’d rather have health than be popped with a rod told my partner don’t rev me if i become a noob but i got 300 wins, ain’t gone die to the cube pop me with the scar promise u gon miss you been chillin in the bush livin life of bliss i’m bout to catch the dub, 3rd place with 8 kills after that hit up the bank cash out mills u really suck one v one me bro you tryna fight but i’m rich i been stacking dough wanna switch up all cause my fame wanna switch up fortnite diamonds in my chain landed in tilted, found a green tac got 3 kills, ate em all like a snack hit up the battle bus need a rack come to pleasant park got a fat stack you wish u had skill u ain’t a big deal to the match do the dash then i cash out my cash diamonds got drip like default dan u don’t understand if it wouldn’t be bland my skill fly like pan
I get caught up in my thoughts Fish tailing fish scale around the block I got one in the head and that sum bitch is hot I did wrong to my queen hurt my soul when I was caught Everything’s fasho especially when I shop I’ve been living in hell but when you’re lost do not stop They hit my moms house like swat If I was there ida been shot Dug myself a grave layaway,d the plot Gave away some guap 23 got sent to the box In my defense I got tense and let Off a lot of shots Dead man walking so I always keep it cocked Take turns shooting it’s called letting em talk Chasing em with rounds that’s called letting it walk I done did some chalk. Got higher than a hawk Lone wolf flying with no flock Pushed away my rock Got me staring at the clock Monkey on my back Dumping with the gat Money in the streets Put some money in my hat I’m money with the strap Scummy with the rap Running through the trap Hundred on his head Hundred more if he rats Depression got me living in the past My time here has come and almost passed It’s been a ball and a blast Just know I love you all If I don’t survive the crash
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 fuckin 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) [J. Cole:] 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 He had 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 a bet from a lack of promotions I never was one for the bragging and boasting I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else Okay, 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 saved 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 that did it Before it all ins, nigga [21 Savage:] 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) Take a dive, put away my pride (Away my pride) Shoot my shot, DMs, yeah, I slide (Yeah I slide) She in front, but she used to be my side (Be my side) We take selfies now, I used to in her live. (In her live) Before the fame, plan B was robbin' banks (Robbin' 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) Mama 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 BFs turn s-n-a-k (Turn a snakes) Death before dishonor tatted on my face (On my face) Way I run the check up, should've been with Chase (Been with chase) Start at the bottom, the trenches, the gutters so I had to go little harder (Straight up) Lights was out, the gas was off, so we had to boil up the water (Straight up) Went through some things, but I couldn't imagine, my kids stuck at the border (Straight up) Flint still need water (Straight up) Niggas was innocent, couldn't get lawyers (On god) 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-
love you 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 Fuckin' 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 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 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 Fuckin' 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 He had 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 Okay, 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 saved 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 Fuckin' 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 on down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down, I br-
I’m trying to survive whit just a couple bucks Skinny nigga i want them muscles like Russ. Always optimistic trying to chase those dreams. I never hesitate but i can make that three. I can drive to the paint like my nigga freak.
I love you 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-
Compton on smash them boys get Cash Money like Baby do Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two This one goes to my man old dirty one love we be swigging brew Teach the youth and I pray ta God this is reaching you It's been months and I haven't heard from you come back to me I murder a sixteen to the point that it's embarrassing Think it's a shame that that's how it has to be When I know you gonna be wit him can't belive that this is happenin Pill poppin' and coke snortin' I love the haters so I pray for em She say she love me but I know she play for keeps I want to die but it ain't for me But I got an idea to bring it back to life So for her I gotta scream this ballad like Appetite is galactic it’s like eating satellites I'm a Southerner delight Louisiana pride I wanna hit it get it right now Gon' let it ride out Now I got a lot of dimes like I rated my couch We'll start right now His name is Mike Brown Me and you gon' get it right Did that like a rat you testify 'Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times I love the way you make it slither baby every night money where his canine s spread and never welched on a bet In the cemetary there's a joust between God and men strategy is weak and questionable you feel the same? Then you on a quest This the second time around that shit you call again I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk Cuz I swear I can't tell if my life is improving at all When you slip you trip and fall I heard love is a rock Sendin' you through shit you never thought of You can dip but don't screw up speakers on sub But on earth you see her in congregational small ones Tired of walkin' around with beef with that pistols on us This man of war beats cold on the seashore We used to go to war on the phone you had no remorse You want more of what you used to ignore Thought you love me before You totally disgust tha people your around I check your ass then I shut your ass down Bounce and shake your ass out I would hit the scene for a second and bounce I never thought bein' a man you could hang in the end Had a big gat click clack hit recline I strap tha Smith-Wess and bust it in they chest I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell But I really wanna put yall some light on the shelf 'Til I noticed a funny thing I was standing on the left I Made Up My Mind Not Sitting On The Fence I aint puttin the 2 on the 10 So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth! And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof You don't know me I'm Big Gucci Sosa to you Lose Man I ain't about to lose I don’t know how to lose Enough talkin you want me to leave I'll get to walkin Still hammer dancing still 2 steppin' with my weapon on me Accuse me for the bruise All-seeing eye in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin Two-two in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby But it's something like that you get the point I'm assuming To the concrete treat you like a floozy The world did it to me starin' at my face like it's playing a movie What? Sweating you? Picture that nerd. Please They playin I'm gleeful I'm stayin' We rock doo rags to fitteds and throwback jerseys Just say I'll be on my wayy I rest alone in a cold cabin composed of stone from old agate 'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.' And that's the way you do that mayn Still you asked to see me in the hospital the next day
I know nothing of 21 Savage lol. I only like this song because of the sample from 70s girl group, The Fuzz [I Love You For All Seasons]. Listen to it when you get a chance. It has a low-rider soul vibe to it. ;)
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 a bet from a lack of promotions I never was one for the bragging and boasting I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else Okay, 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 saved 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 that did it Before it all ends, nigga
How many times did I trip alot How many times did I rise alot How many times did I hide behind my pride and give in alot How many years did i try alot How many tears did i cry alot How many times did i have people by my side that I've never forgot alot How many rhymes did I jot alot How many times did I stop alot Ive been Caught in the rat race and that phase has never ever seemed to just stop Carry it on I have run out of steam
I love you 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 Fuckin' 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 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 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 Fuckin' 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 He had 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 Okay, 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 saved 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 Fuckin' 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 on down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down, I br-
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 the back from a lack of promotions I never was 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 saved 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 gon' 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 that did it Before it all ends, nigga
Instrumental can be used for Freestyles & Non Profit purposes (like remixes) !!!
Twice Rankz do you have link where I can download this for a freestyle
thanks brother this is dope.
Or my new ringtone 🤣
You a real g, imma use this for a vid.
@@abovie21were can i download
Idk why but this beat is so fire to me
Dj Paul from 36Mafia makes the beat
@@nastyalanwk00_ oh shit that's why this beat has a southern vibe too it 🔥
@@nastyalanwk00_ nope, it was dj dahi
i swear this beat stands alone...no rapping needed.
Ddot Gdot 👌🏾
Dat classic Southside beat 💯 🤘
🚮🚮🚮
That's how you know issa banger
@@Cj-hj6rm DJ Dahi produced this not southside
RUclips will never die. As long as these fire beats are on here and not on streaming platforms
lmao what?
Whoever made this beat deserves a grammy and a emmy on GOD!!
Thank you
an emmy? bro what
lp is9@@Ragerr
@@leandrasolomon5009this beat is one of favorite songs of all time. Top 3 of all time
This beat can literally be a 60s song by itself its fire
the back ground was with the beat
Man has a whole song behind his song
Where the hooks start this is the best one so far
Who else said "turn my headphones down a little bit " at beginning
Micah holmes yessss
Lol i did
Escarnardo 88 same😂😂😂
how'd you know
this is the best comment i have ever seen
still waiting for 21 to rap
Dezzert Boi👏🏾
Lol
💀
yo yo yo wow wow 21
its kinda like his verse in ric flair drip
Can't get enough of this. Great work.
Fire instrumental🔥🔥
I love you for so many reasons
Which means I love you for all seasons
First of all, I love you with the freshness of a spring day
Lowkey kinda ridiculous how hard this joint go 🔥🤦🏽♂️🔥
Original-the fuzz i love you for all seasons 🎼
Duane Hardy that’s my jam
This version is so perfect. It is a saver for real! You can feel this!!! 🤩🤩🤩
I love you, for so many reasons
I love you, all seasons
First of all, I love you with the freshness of a spring day
And I, I love you with with the freshness of a spring day
And I, I love you with with the freshness of a spring day
And I,
I love you, for so many reasons
I love you, four seasons
(I break that down x8)
EDIT: figured out this was sampled from a song called "I Love You For All Seasons" by The Fuzz
Wow dude. Thank you.
Actually, this was sampled from a group called East of Underground who covered The Fuzz.
one of the best in beat for a hip hoo track in a while
It kinda sounds like she saying (I been waiting for fly snacks until spring day)
now I cant unhear it
Heard this last night on Hard Knocks during AB’s arrival to camp. Yo this beat stole my heart! 🤯 🔥 🔥
Samples: the fuzz - I love you for all seasons
East of underground - I love you
Rasheed Wande same bro
lmaoooo i just freestyled to this and i deadass fw with it 💀
Smackkkkksssss 😤
thank uuu for this!! i’m using this for my quince dance w my dad bc he loves this beat 💁♀️.
Dope
This is so dope
I like this song it my favorite song ever
i love this alot
Best one thanks
luv this song
Only reason I like this instrumental because 21 and j cole killed it
You mean J Cole killed it. The beat is hot too.
Ayeee let’s go,
I feel like da baby, I got me some juice
Pull up with the 50, my rappin reduced
My flow is so wavy you will be amused, comin in last now I feel like caboose.
I met a young lady, she lookin confused
I tell her I’m raffy, she runnin on loose
My flow is so crazy I’m gettin it loose, I’m grindin I’m grinding and I don’t take excuse. I’m vibin my way like a flute this beat got me dancin I do what I do, doing these raps I didn’t even knew loving my teachers, 2pac and the crew.
Bro you gotta make more verses bro
Verse 1:
I’ve been through a lot, you wouldn’t believe,
Every step I take, got a reason to grieve,
Keep my head high, even when I bleed,
Pain’s a lesson, that’s the s**t I need.
They see me on top, think it’s all good,
But the road’s rough, wish they understood,
Late nights, fighting with my demons,
Climbing up, I ain't stopping, I’m achieving.
Chorus:
I’ve been through a lot, highs and lows,
Chasing dreams while the world froze,
People come and go, that’s life’s flow,
But I keep pushing, man, that’s how it goes.
Verse 2:
Lost some real ones, f***s with my mind,
Wonder if there’s more to this grind,
Praying for the day I unwind,
But till then, I’m stuck in this bind.
Weight of the world on my shoulders,
Trying to stay warm in a world colder,
Everyone’s a friend when you’re bolder,
But when it’s real, they turn to folders.
Chorus:
I’ve been through a lot, highs and lows,
Chasing dreams while the world froze,
People come and go, that’s life’s flow,
But I keep pushing, man, that’s how it goes.
Bridge:
Through rain and storm, I remain,
Every drop of blood, every pain,
Made me who I am, I’m not ashamed,
I’ll fight till they know my name.
Verse 3:
What don’t kill you makes you strong,
I’ve been fighting battles so long,
Dreams grow fonder, I hold on,
Living every day like I’m gone.
Scars on my heart, wear ‘em with pride,
No matter the struggle, I take it in stride,
Been knocked down, rise every time,
Fire inside me will never die.
Chorus:
I’ve been through a lot, highs and lows,
Chasing dreams while the world froze,
People come and go, that’s life’s flow,
But I keep pushing, man, that’s how it goes.
Love the singing
This shiz stanky hot!!
Mẹ ơi đêm nay sài gòn trở lạnh về đêm
Kéo theo đấy là dòng tâm sự từ trong đáy lòng con chưa được lột tả
Sài gòn lạnh lẽo quá con muốn về nhà
Cảm giác của một đứa con sống xa quê hương là điều không dễ
Nhưng không cố gắng là điều không thể
Mẹ ơi hãy nghe thêm nhiều lời con kể
Vì con thấy giấc mơ ngày bé
Là trưởng thành và giúp gia đình
Còn tương lai nghiệp bây giờ lại trái ngược với những gì con tính
Con bướng bỉnh con ham chơi
Đời buồn bã mưa đang rơi
Ở ngoài trời một màn mưa đang che hết lớp cửa sổ
Con rủ thằng bạn kế bên phòng cuốn cho con thêm một điếu nữa
Vì con buồn con thất bại
Bước chân đi nặng nề đứng lại
Con là ai giữa cuộc sống
Con yêu mẹ nhiều lắm mẹ ơi
Let em know i sold my soul now I'm gone solid gold wish i wasn't so damn cold take a look now we're old yeahh ,Many of us roaming around feeling down nah we weren't raised right, some of us need the light, some of us doing alright,
Everything seems fucken tight, i just wanna touch the sky and let my family know i'm ight just pray for me and my soul through the night may the devil cry but only when the times right
This how many times this instrumental made me cry..
(I love you for so many reasons)
How many problems you got (a lot)
Seems like I got nobody to solve em
Remember the nights I was calling (aye)
Remember the nights I was falling (aye)
Where were you at though? (Not here)
You say let’s run it back though
I don’t listen to anything you say
Dope remake man. Can I get a download link?
I fixed the description. There's a download link there now. Enjoy !
U can download any RUclips video if u google yt 2 mp3 💯
this freestyle i will rap with in the future
So calming
Where this beat actually originate from tho ? I swear I heard this before
It samples Darude Sandstorm
It samples "I Love You" by East of Underground
I love you for all reasons " The Fuzz
@@ironlionzion2265 the only one who got it right
iron lion zion that’s my favorite song
This is like a whole other song
Littt 🔥
Turn my headphone down a little bit
1:06
i like it🙌
Can this be used for
Non profit
Yessir !! Like it's says in the description.
Weed + instrumental = great and chill
Drugs are for losers
@@Guest-nu9wt
_Dont do school, and go to drugs._
This beat RIGHT HERE tho'..!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
That background music
If I do a rap like the "so gone" challenge, would I be in trouble? LIke a rap just for me
It can be used for any kind of freestyle or non profit remix, so yeah go ahead !
No it’s a cover *^
@@way2chilly Thank you
@@kamilah_rose THank you
I wake up everyday and shits the same wondering when we gonna get money and shit gone change like when we gonna make it through all of this rain and when I get some money ima get through all this pain and I’m been overthinking stressing all up in my brain people say they solid forever and then they change I been stressing for a while now smoking get high like a plane because I get lost in my thoughts and then I roll up Mary Jane i wish shit wasn’t different but some shit gotta change I just wish some shit stayed the same but people lame they fucking play with yo emotions like it’s a game and then when you got something to say it’s you to blame
Is ok.....
How do you make instrumentals?
I used Fruity Loops (sampling/mixing/mastering), Audacity & other software (post-process mastering & final editing)
For so many reasons 🎵 🔥
Saw brought me here.
Bomba
2:21
《启动》
当我看见 未来方向
开始变得不再那么光亮
走在这条路上 我又变得没有方向
哪怕我有父母 但也没有指望
有他们 生活也这屎样
于是我抵抗着欲望把能力
尽量不体现在 纸上
学会了独立 变得有骨气
说唱同时变强
太多废物 似电鳗的徒弟
歌词跟人变娘
我有实力自然会有傲气
废纸上也能写出造诣
所以困难重重 也要记住
我心必须向阳
20 尴尬的年纪
压力增加 带着担当
有过健身卖卡的经历
便知何为奸商
原来为钱 人可没有尊严
老板的话 没几句真言
带着 好意的谎言
不过为了自己 开支去泡温泉
这是第几星期
明天又要面试
玩腻了手机
于是打开了电视
可是电视屏幕没有竟然任何显示
原来我家为了省钱开始变得这么节制
Sounds better without rap
can I use this in my video
yea bro go ahead
🔥🔥🔥✔
people switchin sides is nothin new to me
no one ever talk to me truthfully
imma take this song as an opportunity
to clear up my name from all this scrutiny
i can say nothing and people put words in my mouth
none of it making some sense it just look like for clout
my career going up cause i be blowin up im never going down south
i could be doing the same thing they do to me but that is not what im about
im about getting this paper
never mind all of the haters
never mind all the betrayers
even if they switchin up
imma send them my own little prayer
bless all these people filled with jealousy
they just talking cause they tryna be
what i am you could never be
its just simple man cant you see
me and you aint same
this aint a game
im not just playing
all of these people come close to me when i got all the money and the fame
the people who scared of the virus aint the only one wearin masks
same people who switched all a sudden gon be nice and forget the past
i aint takin that
i will not relax
imma make sure this makes you react
in the same way you made me feel
when you threw me under so fast
shoutout to the ones that stayed
you never been fazed
you always remained
despite all of the fakes with their games
when i needed you instantly came
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
He had 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 the back from a lack of promotions
I never was 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 saved 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 gon' 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 that 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)
That’s the wrong lyrics
Why do I feel like I’ve heard this on an entirely different song
21 savage “a lot” fortnite remix
matt rivers
c wavy
lil scar
how much metal u got
how much metal u got
how much metal u got
how much metal u got
how much metal you got
how much wood u got
how many noobs u done killed they are all probably bot
how many people u shot
how many time u got shot
how many times u pull up with a pump to the head and do a lot
how many bandis u got
how many minis u got
how many med kits and how many big pot
how many trees u broke
how many vicroys u choke
how much money you done spent to fix the controllers you broke
everyday that i’m alive, imma ride with the squad
i’d rather have health than be popped with a rod
told my partner don’t rev me if i become a noob
but i got 300 wins, ain’t gone die to the cube
pop me with the scar promise u gon miss
you been chillin in the bush livin life of bliss
i’m bout to catch the dub, 3rd place with 8 kills
after that hit up the bank cash out mills
u really suck one v one me bro
you tryna fight but i’m rich i been stacking dough
wanna switch up all cause my fame
wanna switch up fortnite diamonds in my chain
landed in tilted, found a green tac
got 3 kills, ate em all like a snack
hit up the battle bus need a rack
come to pleasant park got a fat stack
you wish u had skill u ain’t a big deal
to the match do the dash then i cash out my cash diamonds got drip like default dan u don’t understand if it wouldn’t be bland my skill fly like pan
I dig this. This was cool to read nice flip lol
thanks, patented
Fortnite is 1. Dead 2. Had nothing to do with this 3. The game just now sucks. -no offense-
Е, е
Е, не керек… е
Е,е
[Шумақ 1]
Ашық бұлтсыз аспан маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Алматының ала тауы маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Каспида 1-2 лям, - ол маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Анашыма жартысын жіберемін, - ол маған ұнайды (Е)
Ұсыныстар көп болмаған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
«Фри Мурат Абильда», - ол маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
«Jamal & Ganja» тегі маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Бекболат Қайдаров трегі маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Асхатпен жаңа бэнгер жазу, - ол маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Сүйіткі қызым қысы жазы маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Бешбармақ пен қазы маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Алғабастың сазы маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Әрбір қайырлы таң маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Коттежбен хаустар маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Иногда даже грустить маған ұнайды (Дәл солай)
Тойлар да «Қызыл өрік» маған ұнайды
I get caught up in my thoughts
Fish tailing fish scale around the block
I got one in the head and that sum bitch is hot
I did wrong to my queen hurt my soul when I was caught
Everything’s fasho especially when I shop
I’ve been living in hell but when you’re lost do not stop
They hit my moms house like swat
If I was there ida been shot
Dug myself a grave layaway,d the plot
Gave away some guap
23 got sent to the box
In my defense I got tense and let
Off a lot of shots
Dead man walking so I always keep it cocked
Take turns shooting it’s called letting em talk
Chasing em with rounds that’s called letting it walk
I done did some chalk.
Got higher than a hawk
Lone wolf flying with no flock
Pushed away my rock
Got me staring at the clock
Monkey on my back
Dumping with the gat
Money in the streets
Put some money in my hat
I’m money with the strap
Scummy with the rap
Running through the trap
Hundred on his head
Hundred more if he rats
Depression got me living in the past
My time here has come and almost passed
It’s been a ball and a blast
Just know I love you all
If I don’t survive the crash
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 fuckin 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)
[J. Cole:]
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
He had 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 a bet from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else
Okay, 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 saved 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 that did it
Before it all ins, nigga
[21 Savage:]
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)
Take a dive, put away my pride (Away my pride)
Shoot my shot, DMs, yeah, I slide (Yeah I slide)
She in front, but she used to be my side (Be my side)
We take selfies now, I used to in her live. (In her live)
Before the fame, plan B was robbin' banks (Robbin' 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)
Mama 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 BFs turn s-n-a-k (Turn a snakes)
Death before dishonor tatted on my face (On my face)
Way I run the check up, should've been with Chase (Been with chase)
Start at the bottom, the trenches, the gutters so I had to go little harder (Straight up)
Lights was out, the gas was off, so we had to boil up the water (Straight up)
Went through some things, but I couldn't imagine, my kids stuck at the border (Straight up)
Flint still need water (Straight up)
Niggas was innocent, couldn't get lawyers (On god)
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-
thx nigga love u
love you
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
Fuckin' 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 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
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
Fuckin' 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
He had 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
Okay, 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 saved 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
Fuckin' 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 on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down, I br-
STILL waiting for that STRAIGHT MEMPHIS Project Pat, Juicy J, Eightball and MJG remix....
👍👍
how many faking they streams? a lot.
the Link stopped working, can you fix it please
I gotchu bro, I fixed that thang. Enjoy ! 💯
Twice Rankz thanks man. You the real MVP. I’ll make sure to tag you in the remix
@@jantawnjones Thanks bro! You a real one 💯💯
I’m trying to survive whit just a couple bucks
Skinny nigga i want them muscles like Russ.
Always optimistic trying to chase those dreams.
I never hesitate but i can make that three.
I can drive to the paint like my nigga freak.
Keep spreading positive vibes. Joined the Family. Swing by our house sometime! 😊
Can I use this non profit
It can be used for non profit, as description says, so yeah go ahead!
I love you
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-
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Droped a song for this instrumental, check it out on my channel.
Compton on smash them boys get Cash Money like Baby do
Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two
This one goes to my man old dirty one love we be swigging brew
Teach the youth and I pray ta God this is reaching you
It's been months and I haven't heard from you come back to me
I murder a sixteen to the point that it's embarrassing
Think it's a shame that that's how it has to be
When I know you gonna be wit him can't belive that this is happenin
Pill poppin' and coke snortin'
I love the haters so I pray for em
She say she love me but I know she play for keeps
I want to die but it ain't for me
But I got an idea to bring it back to life
So for her I gotta scream this ballad like
Appetite is galactic it’s like eating satellites
I'm a Southerner delight Louisiana pride
I wanna hit it get it right now
Gon' let it ride out
Now I got a lot of dimes like I rated my couch
We'll start right now His name is Mike Brown
Me and you gon' get it right
Did that like a rat you testify
'Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times
I love the way you make it slither baby every night
money where his canine s spread and never welched on a bet
In the cemetary there's a joust between God and men
strategy is weak and questionable you feel the same? Then you on a quest
This the second time around that shit you call again
I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk
Cuz I swear I can't tell if my life is improving at all
When you slip you trip and fall
I heard love is a rock
Sendin' you through shit you never thought of
You can dip but don't screw up speakers on sub
But on earth you see her in congregational small ones
Tired of walkin' around with beef with that pistols on us
This man of war beats cold on the seashore
We used to go to war on the phone you had no remorse
You want more of what you used to ignore
Thought you love me before
You totally disgust tha people your around
I check your ass then I shut your ass down
Bounce and shake your ass out
I would hit the scene for a second and bounce
I never thought bein' a man you could hang in the end
Had a big gat click clack hit recline
I strap tha Smith-Wess and bust it in they chest
I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell
But I really wanna put yall some light on the shelf
'Til I noticed a funny thing I was standing on the left
I Made Up My Mind Not Sitting On The Fence
I aint puttin the 2 on the 10
So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth!
And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof
You don't know me I'm Big Gucci Sosa to you
Lose Man I ain't about to lose I don’t know how to lose
Enough talkin you want me to leave I'll get to walkin
Still hammer dancing still 2 steppin' with my weapon on me
Accuse me for the bruise
All-seeing eye in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin
Two-two in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby
But it's something like that you get the point I'm assuming
To the concrete treat you like a floozy
The world did it to me starin' at my face like it's playing a movie
What? Sweating you? Picture that nerd. Please
They playin I'm gleeful I'm stayin'
We rock doo rags to fitteds and throwback jerseys
Just say I'll be on my wayy
I rest alone in a cold cabin composed of stone from old agate
'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.'
And that's the way you do that mayn
Still you asked to see me in the hospital the next day
I love you Daddy
I know nothing of 21 Savage lol. I only like this song because of the sample from 70s girl group, The Fuzz [I Love You For All Seasons]. Listen to it when you get a chance. It has a low-rider soul vibe to it. ;)
That's not even the sample haha
@@Eminenceofeternity Yes it is. It's the original song so everything after it is sampled from it.
I wish there was no vocal only 21 savge voice and this beat
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 a bet from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else
Okay, 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 saved 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 that did it
Before it all ends, nigga
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Put it in .75 speed it’s fire 🔥 I swear 🙏👼
Speed it up by 1.25x 🔥
How many times did I trip alot
How many times did I rise alot
How many times did I hide behind my pride and give in alot
How many years did i try alot
How many tears did i cry alot
How many times did i have people by my side that I've never forgot alot
How many rhymes did I jot alot
How many times did I stop alot
Ive been Caught in the rat race and that phase has never ever seemed to just stop
Carry it on I have run out of steam
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This beat carries the entire song 21 savage is virtually useless.
2:36
Question
I love you
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
Fuckin' 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 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
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
Fuckin' 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
He had 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
Okay, 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 saved 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
Fuckin' 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 on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down, I br-
2:21
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 the back from a lack of promotions
I never was 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 saved 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 gon' 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 that did it
Before it all ends, nigga
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