I remember listening 🎶 to this beat all the time when I was younger 22 years old and I like this beat man 👨 👌 🔥 💪 💯 🙌 you did great on this beat man you go brother keep making those beats man keep doing your thing man you going to be the best on RU-vid keep making 👍 💪 🙌 😀 music 👍 💪 🙌 😀 👌 👏 👍 💪 🙌 😀 man 👨 👌 🔥 💪 💯 🙌 👨 👌 🔥 💪 💯 🙌 👨 👌 🔥 💪 💯 🙌 👨 👌 🔥 💪 💯 🙌 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎 🆒️ 😎
I used to listen to this all the time back in 2017-early 2018 when I was in 5th grade and starting middle school, glad it's still up, still fire almost a decade later. 🔥
(α) enjoy... (Ω) Yo, it's Nintendo in the house, Droppin' bars, gonna school Sega, no doubt. Dreamcast thought it was fly, But in the end, it just said bye-bye. Sega, you thought you were slick, But your Dreamcast couldn't handle the kick. We ruled the game with Mario and Link, While you were left in the dust, tryna think. Dreamcast, oh please, Couldn't even stand up to our breeze. Your graphics were nice, but that's all you had, Nintendo's legacy drives you mad. You tried to compete in the console race, But in the end, you couldn't keep pace. Dreamcast faded into obscurity, While Nintendo's still at the top of the hierarchy. So bow down, Sega, to the king of the game, Nintendo's here to stay, forever in fame. (Stay as Omega)
Why did i write this 😭 (Ω) Evil playas on some wicked shit, Rollin' deep, we come in thick. Puffin' on that quarter brick, Cross us, we'll leave you stiff. Creepin' with the nine, I'll hit your house at night, Take your life with ease, evil on my mind. Grip the stainless, scope my mane, Load my clip, then commence to rain. Taking all the money, we makin' a name, Mess with our shop, wake up in a grave. No salvation, pump to the face, Get on your knees, hand over the case. Don't play games, I'll splatter your brains, Spray this pump on your ass any day. Bustin' shots at a punk in a ski mask, Hits the floor, talkin' trash, he's outclassed. Murder, murder, grab the burner, Cock it back, shoot ya hoe, no learner. Smoke a sack, kick it back, Loadin' my clip, 'bout to put on the mask. Puttin' hits on these bustas, Lay 'em in ditches, take all they riches. Born in the south, where we killin' the weak, No mercy, lay 'em out, watch 'em leak.
