Possibly, maybe this was supposed to be the original beat but perhaps Lil Herb asked him to remove the bass. There is another case in the song "Osoarrogant" by Lil Jay and Billionaire Black. If you listen to the song vs the actual instrumental, there are a few sounds missing and it also has a slightly different kick drum pattern.
there are grime beats that i've heard that sounds like this, UK drill is a fusion of chicago drill and grime imo, but yeah ppl don't realise DJ L is the pioneer of this @@skr8choppas
@UKn3ro where do you think it started from then just listen to that snare pattern those producers you just named most definitely heard it and spinned it their own way but make no mistake it originated from here Dj L. Put it this way no Dj L and Chicago drill and then boom no Uk drill. You just said it Dj L influenced uk drill in its “early stages 2013-2015” but that played a pivotal and big role don’t just sweep that under the rug after those years uk drill became its own thing. People gotta give Chicago drill and all the producers from that era their flowers. 💐
Verse 1] Yeah, I remember when that girl didn't need me I didn’t have no money and I couldn't find out what's the reason (Why?) Now that ho back on my team, ’cause my neck wet like a squeegee (Woah) We served them packs in the net, we get them racks like Serena, uh (Woo) Yeah, the sun out, so my boys gonna trap today When you get money, every day like Saturday (Woo) Niggas lyin', yeah he stuck with a cappin' face Niggas rattin', they get hit with the MAC today (Woo) It's my "I don't even know, um, what happened" face Grandma in the kitchen still singin' "Happy Days" (Yeah) I just popped a G-6, I'm in my happy place She was trippin’, had to ask her, "What perc you take?" (Let’s go!)
can make your lil' bitch just wanna percolate Sex first then we can have a after-date (Yeah) Gave me head ’til my shit, um, decapitate Look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (Woah) Make it rain in the club like a nasty day Told 'em that I'm comin', oh, no ejaculate Pastry, pocket, boy, you not havin’ cake Fuck that overcoat and I swear your jacket late Bro', just made his money back off a half a plate Rollie cost me 40 thousand, that's half the face I remember when them niggas all laughed at me Portfolios, now they all bring their apps to me Wish before me that my bitch practiced abstinence Wishes don't come true until you just practice it Niggas broke? Never, ho, bitch, we havin' it Yes, we spendin' it, but you know we stackin' it (Let's go) [Verse 2] I was steppin' on the beat, took a nap on it If she shake her ass, you know I'm gon' slap on it She was suckin' my dick right on her knees Her mama bust in, she said, "Girl, what is happenin'?" She said, "Baby, you know your dad a Panther" She said, "Mama, I'm just doin' the Kaepernick" Frito-Lay, yeah, you know that I'm stackin' chips Got a tattoo'd face so you can see my blasphemy It's some niggas that really just wanna blast at me But you know I got some niggas that blast for me I'm not tall, but I ball like a athlete Count my money, yeah, I turn to a mathlete Had to get my business together (Yup) I had three million in taxes (I did) I got it all off on this level (Yup) They said it's three million that's missin' I ain't say nothin', I stayed level Couple dolls on me, say, "Hey, yellow" Then stack my money, gon' stay level I don't give a fuck, I'ma stay rebel Backwood on me, bitch, you stay 'rello (What else?) I got my metal so stay mellow Got them boulders, my neck won't see a pebble (Uh)
Crazy DJ L doesn't get the amount of credit he truly deserves, bro literally started the sound of drill beats that inspired many other producer's to do the snare and everything 😮
All that Uzi needed to do was put you man on, to understand. Without even saying shit 🤣 goat move, that’s how you share and appreciate each other music at the same time
love how the last snare in each beat is panned on the right headphones. little prod stuff like that makes this special. no wonder tho bro was a marching band percussionist before he turned to producing
2X Hook: They gave rambo a extra case, ~ Damn The judge told me i want see his face, ~Damn My daddy killer left no trace, ~Damn God Damn it its a cold case, ~ Damn I was only 15, I had a 9, Rambo stay on my team, I'm doing fine, Smurf the great kept me straight, He kept a line, He said the county ain't shit compared to prison time, - The judge said i wont see his face, ~ He lied -They tried to keep him in the prison gates, ~They Tried They said they solved my daddy murder case, ~He lied
its lit! I GOT COKE I GOT DOPE IM POSTED UHHP IN DHAT GANG WAY CALL BRODY IM POSTED UHHP IN DHAT GANGWAY I GOT SHOTTERS POSTED UHHP IN DHAT GANG WAY were we tote guns and slang yay ALL IN DHAT GANGWAY I GOT COKE I GOT DOPE IM POSTED UHHP IN DHAT GANG WAY
im coolin with my 9 (strapped up everyday) seek and youll shall find (yeah i got everythang) i been on my grind ( with the dope n the maryjane) rollin and im high ( gone off that molly mane)
Very diverse style homie! Extremely proud of you for this one. If you guys have some time please lend me your ears and opinions and see if this local Chicago underground artists is worthy of Hip Hop???? Keep supporting Chi-town cuz we all need it!
Im on dat real shit leave yo brains spilt quick 100 rounds in my clip lite you up just like a bic my homies ruthless smoke you like a splif my aims on point igot a bullseye i dont shoot to miss hollow tips connected to u like a kiss my flow is gifted watch how many bars i spit money bulging out my pockets no counter fit everything lagit ima money sticks to me just like some lent getting to all of these racks feels like a heaven sent a breath of fresh air red n white pepperments kick a door solo cuz i know there wont be evidence id rather get fast money dats my preference im excellen in my dreams theres no felling it Me n my homies winnin on da block getting money my fingas itchin lord forgive me i recognize my money filthy got da blood of a hustler dats all dats in me ridin round juggin n my city in a bently rollin up dat purple smokin out a philly geeked up filling silly my rist peice shinin worth about a quarter milli below frose my dimonds chilly all yellow like a lily my flows hot like burning greece my mouth is sizzling
Damn.. after years of listening to this I'm just now hearing that bell or ringing in the background, it sounds like someone's hooked up to an IV it's super quiet but you can hear it with some good headphones
Never lackin stay packin ruger on me cause I stay crakin nigga don't lac cause ima pop u up and let u have ebk represent we stay rackin get the dough spit the flow livin big, big bucks in the cut hit the strip throw some. Cash- I'm not good bored af
never inna gangway but somewhere on yo block creeping🎶🎶draco with scope it so close I can see you beathing💯doctor gave you tampons cuz the stitches couldn't stop the bleeding....
On the block, moving blocks got the hard or soft, rocks in my denim, true religion, horse power only cause I got the horse powder that keep my line on blow 24 hours, 7 days a week, promise that the fiends will geek, got it for the low so you know yu can get the yayo cheap, heard that the jakes trynna creep, I won't be another soul that the streets reap, never fall asleep, make sure my.block is under lock and key, opps watching me, who popping me, brought the heron in the city, call me big poppy
I be in that gangway, where we slang yay Catch a body and bond from the station in the same day Money out the way but our location in the same place I remember days when we stayed by that gangway Young niggas, but we never played by that gangway Cold hearted killers get you blazed by that gangway They like "y'all gone get enough of hanging by that gangway" Trappin' hard, but we still bangin' by that gangway
i dont trust nobody but the fam so my cousins got me/ my cousin Hood got booked for armed robbery plus a ounce of coke shoved in his jacket pocket/ my nigga when u in these streets dog you gotta watch it/ these feds plottin, niggas talkin act like bitches/ i dont even know her name but her head is viscous/ and her friends her sister/ she said her names Alissa/ cousin sha put me on her im like scotty pippin/ i mean scotty pimpin she screamin benji pimpin/ i told ha keep ha mouth close and stay up on ya pivot/ i mean thats real pimpin shout out cousin Cam he put me on the dope game and so did cousin Blam/ i was raised in cliffwood my toes was tucked in sand/ you dont gotta be from the beach to see some shells land/ guns cocked i pray to god that they dont jam/ free ais out the cell he got life withIN/ and so does T9 my cousin T9/ dark skn dope dealer chose the life of crime/ waddup zeke he say wes crackin loc/ im all about my bread/ bread crumbs turn to loafs/ see zeke taught me how to stack and put away my bread/ because ona rain day u gon ned that bread/ no ten percent bail bonds not tryna hear it/ and when life get tough all you got is spirit
gang land over here ho,got drug deals and info,get killed for my kenfolk ,do a drive-by at central,then lay low cause my face dirty,cant face thirty that's mental,get half of thirty to ya rental, and the other half to ya temple,extendo's attract 10-4's,then burn the block like brimstone,I got the rock on me like flintstones, I got the block on me like jim jones,shawty got robbed we in friend zone,brought a benz home now her benz gone,she hit me up I said its been gone.
I'm a real savage, still trappin, about that action, doin real shit I'm a real rapper, but don't brag about it, kill a opp then laugh about it, doin real hits Remix the work, then bring it back, while totin straps, got em macs Real motherfucker I don't rap, I just trap, got Trues on with the Louis cap If you not about it don't come here, you jug and trap if you from here Got 40's and Rugers, with the red dot, we stay hot, on 8th block Run up, then we send shots, if we get caught, we say nada I'm the type of dude to shoot a fed, show up to the funeral to make sure he dead Then I close that casket, young baller and I'm makin baskets
