I really like this image seems like it was made by a real graphic designer like back in '00s. Nowadays it's just random shit like those diy tutorials, 0 talent, shitty designs, I hate that google images doesn't show images like this no more
Yeah, it’s like I’m trapped, replayin' every scene, Feelin' like a repeater, stuck in a bad dream, Another year’s been tough, ain't nothin' what it seems, Caught in the cycle, dippin' low like a stream. (Chorus) Bad year on repeat, got me stuck in the grime, Every step feels heavy, like I'm stuck in time, Echoes of the past, yeah, they always chime, Strugglin’ in the shadows, searchin’ for a sign. (Verse 2) Day by day, it’s the same old grind, Trapped in the pattern, always fallin' behind, Feelin' like a ghost, lost in the blind, Lookin' for a way out, but I’m just confined
Discover the amazing links to leave me to kill every time my flesh with the steel the darkness that I'm walking through is Mad ðeep. Mas deep. I carry 2 40s when creep. When I creep❤ cheat codes on and on and never quits I guess I'm just addicted to the blue fire that my Mack❤ spit
I love juice and young dolph free sytle but this is my free style but nothing serious! 👇🏼 Just for kicks I got cheese with my chopper ans killers at the door ! We get the murking stomped out a bitch out thr m___ fken floor!Im beast from the east I'm going on off from the dom ! Get the work in rep for the people that knows about the struggle fk 12 fkpop pop Got them got talking from the side of they throat Yall can f'ken choke) Fuck what you heard about me ( fuck whats been said and told ) Ten toes the tf down ( a b___ will never break me ) i aint gonna fold! Im going in got the game but the choke hold I see rats and snakes from the distance but learn to keep my enemies close ! All my friends turn into my foes ! Im Im too legit to quit Im not mike tyson but always throwing my rounds never throw out the towel.
This was definitely my song right here i would stop doing everything i was doing to listen to this song especially after mr whomp whomp those were my songs on this album and talk it like i bring it too
0:21 Look at the way I'ma spit this shit, look at the way I used to hit them licks I was back in the Chi', I was runnin' through the 6, like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shit Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, "Damn," nigga shoot him in his face, but it hit his bitch All I know is get the cash, stack it, yeah, after that make you flip Smokin' on dope, smokin' on dope, sellin' that dope, I'm in the trap Used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house But if you was tweakin', fuck it, load that clip, and I kick you out I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killers at the door Niggas fake, lip syncin', Milli Vanilli on these hoes I'm just poppin' like a wheelie, like Meek Milly on the go, ayy Off of the molly, I'm a whole different person Snakes in the grass, but I see the serpent Run up on me, I get to murkin' Gun is a bird, it get to chirpin' Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm pretty, I say, "I'm prettier in person," ooh, ayy I thank God every day, he bless me with this discernment, uh I see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uh My eyes are like cameras, and I see it from different angles, uh, ayy Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy Boy, this bitch Hot Pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy Project Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uh Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' it I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A UP, University Park, that's where I was at, that's where we fuckin' stayed, ayy We was in Cal' Park, ayy, uppin' the hunnids, ayy, ayy Niggas in Rosen, ayy, ayy, gettin' that money, ayy, ayy Over east up in the streets, actin' grimy, ayy, ayy I ain't Thug, but some my niggas'll get real slimey, ayy, ayy Huh, .40 with that 30, I deserve it I'm ballin' for that green, I'm shootin' on my Larry Bird shit Niggas know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm Keurig Whippin', whippin', flippin' chickens, Harold's to the churches Niggas know what's up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery Ballin', Jimmy Butler, rushin', I was Chrissy Tucker, please Get the fuck back, 'fore we fuck up yo' set Droppin' sets, loadin' TECs Hit your face and your neck Bitch, I'm ballin', don't need rebounds, I'm dunkin' on the bitch Up in school, I couldn't do no work, I was flunkin' in that bitch High as fuck, off the Xans, sleep in class, fuck the work Matter of fact, after class, I was probably sellin' work I had Addys for the thirty, I had Vyvanse for the ten I had all types of Xans I used to pass up to my friends Who get high outside of lunch, after that, probably skip school I was ridin' around the city with my motherfuckin' tool, uh Used to leave the 'burbs, go back to the city Gun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky You get shot in yo' back, if you think this shit sweet Mask on me, it ain't Halloween, still trick or treat All these hoes wanna fuck on me, they can't get dick for free Matter of fact, can't get dick at all, 'cause these bitches ain't for me They be triflin', they be triflin', tryna rob, tryna scheme If a bitch try to set me or my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh See, my gun is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it's perplexual See, bitch, I be flexin' and my life is on a pedestal I'm just like KISS or somethin', I got that heavy metal, and I'm rockin' Ha-ha-ha-ha
...Good day, y'all, and its a really good sounding, instrumental, song, here. A stress reliever, in some ways. Thank God, Jesus, an/or, the creators, for more, days, and nights....
