lildeadphone neva in my wildest dreams i woulda thought to engage in addiction inside myself i look like what tha fuck got mispositioned i rather die like a proud presense neva listened to what mom said jus tha oposite whats tha logic in it
I know, it's killing me. I can rap, but I'ma choose not to because that's disrespectful to the dude that already made it in my opinion. That's just like someone attempting to destroy Nas Is Like, but we all know Nas is the only one who can destroy it. Period. No questions asked, no answers heard of.
[Produced by Nez & Rio] [Intro: Joy] Hello... Hello? Fuck rap, my daddy a gangsta [Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, we Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q [Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Figg Side! (They want that gangsta shit) Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uhh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit) Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit) Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit) [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] What it do, young niggas? What it do, young bitches? I got my drink in my cup, I got my Backwood, no Swishers And bitch, I'm faded, fucking faded, yeah, I'm famous What? I'm famous, fucking famous, nigga I made it! When I was broke, I got me that nine With that nine, I hit me that lick And then with that lick, it came with that yola With that yola, it came with your bitch And see now your bitch, she gon' work on that corner I don't care if that ho got pneumonia Give me racks and you won't get a quota She don't run game, I'm the only controller So what's up now? Straight pimpin' over here And I put that shit on Vers, nigga I been checking ass all on the curb, nigga You could tell that she fucking with a Figg nigga What it is, nigga? Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might relocate Out of my mind, this world, I'm high, goddammit, I'm fly (Yay-yay) My grandma showed me my first strap My nigga Rat-Tone always had the flyest gats I finally got mine... dirt nap Real niggas don't die homeboy, we multiply And shit, come around my town you clown, that's suicide [Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, we Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q [Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Figg Side! (They want that gangsta shit) Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uhh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit) Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit) Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit) [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] My momma said don't be that, the lil nigga that sell crack Gangbanger that street jack Always trying to figure where the beef at Knock-knock, put your brain on the doormat Bitch nigga, what you call that? We on block patrol, nigga fuck your roll, got the gat on me Nigga look, it's right here, bulldog bark, you could die right here Real gangsta niggas don't have no fear Real niggas never tattoo their tears Hopping out of vans, disturbing your plans All hoodied up, no Wu-Tang Clan Three Js letting off through that Aryan, call that bitch 3 for 10 I'm fucking up the streets again Tags on the toes all amongst your friends Let the barrel spin, get blended in, embrace the funk Groovy as I'm running through your system Seem like you only target Hindu victims Red dot, chicken pox type symptoms Sad day, had his whole family sickened Trying to state the facts We don't care if he elect you black, we got a strap Gangsta shit, she with me if I'm broke or rich, I got a bitch Ain't sober, kush odor, kush sodas, crip stoner Real soldier, head off shoulders, makeover
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(0.15sec) thorough bread bitch I'm so abused. fuck the money cause with cars and cloths you gotta choose. ion got the blues. you can kan that shit. been a real nigga GROVE STREET!!! kan that shit. I might got some bodies I might have a couple cars. all I know is the solution to this fucking GOD!!! ... (yea) this that tech shit. you gone see me doin' me I'm on my next shit.... ... @TwinD@
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I hope you didn't listen to the people saying "speed it up". Step 1. Decide concretely on your influences and download their catalogue in entirety to Spotify. Step 2. Play that Playlist on shuffle at every chance you get. Immerse yourself as much as you can. You will subconsciously develop a lot of necessary skills, even more advanced ones, like chopping, hitting off beats, tone fluctuations, etc. Step 3. Don't do what everyone else does and just rap to every beat. Only do stuff that feels true to you, you need a safe space to develop. Spend the minimum of 2 hours a day writing. Step 4. Don't be hard on yourself. Your comment immediately inspired me to write a verse and this comment, hoping it will help someone. I've been writing for on and off for 10 years and only recently got over my fears. But I've been writing consistently for over a year now and I can tell you when I first picked up that pen and paper, it was a struggle. It was mostly just lack of focus and dedication. Cheers!
CODE NAME 187 CODE NAME 187 서울city 내 콜로세움 피튀어 가면서 홀로세운 나의 경력 but i got no gold medal 온동네를 피로 적셔 자비따위는 필요없어 날 갖고 놀면은 그리게될꺼야 침대위에 노란 지도 Fucker 한손엔 mic 또 다른 한손엔 아들래미손 내 반쪽의 삶 꼭 쥐고서 둘이 행복을 찾아서 달려 우린 필요해 만보계가 만억조경해 양보계가 저 모든 숫잘 영원히 반복해 난 천국과 지옥 양쪽에 다가 내 친구들을 심어놓고 낭독해 자 난 죽을 준비됐어 이기고 싶다면 더 쌔게 쳐봐 난 죽을 준비됐어 자신 없다면 길을 막지마 이곳이 마지막 종착지 널 묻어버릴 무덤 혼을 닦구 난후 피로물든 수건 더이상 던질 수건이 없어 기권할 수 없는 빌어먹을 운명 이쯤 되면은 do or die 죽거나 죽이거나 위로 뜨거나 뭍히거나 둘중 선택하라면은 죽일꺼야 이유가 뭐냐고 묻는 다면 이건 단지 아버지의 사명 정상적인 아버지라면 밥그릇을 지키는건 수컷의 자격 정글안에 동물의 룰을 난 그저 따르고 지켰을 뿐 난 단지 지키고 싶었을뿐
