I COUNTED UP MY MONEY IT DOUBLE🔥🔥🔥🔥

IM REALLY GON SMOKIN ONNA PACK🍃🍃🍃

Here comes the final version of Log & Kez in the land of toy. Listen them playing

Kez_and_Log_In_The_Land_Of_Toys

Dog Music

We’re just 2 lost souls

NOT HIM

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Busta Rhymes - Gimme Some More (beat showcase)

feel like god (prod. jorko)

MOCHA

👉This track grows with every bar, stacking intensity until it explodes 💣
What begins raw turns massive 🚀

It’s a daydream’s price tag
left behind – no cares, busy kick-flippin’
Lunchbox crown on a jet-lag stag
card tricks spill while the crowd keeps sippin’
Got a coin-flip swagger on a Tuesday frame
spit barcodes ‘til the cash looks tame
Basslines for parking fines
mark my words in the subway signs

Polished fork in a shoebox crown,
grinning at the law while the law looks down
Half-smile killer with a boarding pass
Sniper…smile…Police…–hit your class
Slide in the room like a glass full of thunder
Credit card cut, still I’m cashin’ that wonder
Bootleg saints in a moonlit van
With a cigarette glow and a one-hand plan
You took my go, you took my flo
And on Christmas you took my snow – what the hell is wrong with you?
“He’s wild”
Bass light dads in the folding chairs,
telling ghost stories ‘bout the wrong bass snares
“You keep that low end out my yard
or I’ll tax your kicks like a credit card”
 
Why you walk like that?  
‘Cause the ground’s afraid of me, babe  
Why you talk like that?  
‘Cause the words just beg to misbehave  
But I keep drums loud in a paper-thin hall
make the wallpaper sweat ‘til the portraits fall
Sugarcoat venom in a handshake scheme
flip that script like a vending machine

Bass light dads in the back of the lot  
Turn it down – you know what you got 
I said no, I said no, I said I run this show  
Bass light dads gonna let it all blow  
Bass Light Dads – can’t turn me down
Kick so deep it’ll shake your town
Sniper smile Police–eyes on the crown,
Every beat I drop’s like a four-ton pound

Then Dreymond Green say, 
“Sit the fuck down, son – I got a story to tell”  
It’s a long one, you might be old before we’re done as well  
G is for Green – and ya’ll know what that mean  
He has no wish to be seen… unless he’s on the scene  

Shot his own pet alligator in the yard last week  

So, Six million pizzas to bake, hence a rush, need more ovens
Kanye nods-agrees, now play that beat!
An aligator down in backyard, dogs fell, rumors of humans too
Dinsdale Piranha cameo drop – whispers in shadows 
“you must be new in the hood…”
I got jailhouse manners in a limousine mood
pocket full of rumors and a fork for food
I’m the landlord’s landlord, rent in reverse
charge you for breathing and bill you for thirst
Crosswalk outlaw with a frostbite tongue
make a grown man run when the beat gets swung

“Why you walk like that?”  
‘Cause the ground’s afraid of me, babe  
“Why you talk like that?”  
‘Cause the words just beg to misbehave  
But I keep drums loud in a paper-thin hall
bitch please, her dance break knees, with ease 
like the dancing Israelis
Flip that script like a vending machine
Tie clip sharp like a crowbar smile in a concrete dive
Sniper…Smile…Police-shadowing every mile
Bass light dads on the back porch glare
but I blow their caps off with the kick right there

“Turn it down–you know what you got”  
I said no, I said no, I said I run this show  
Bass light dads gonna let it all blow  
Bass Light Dads – can’t turn me down
Kick so deep it’ll shake your town
Sniper…smile…Police…–eyes on the crown
Every beat I drop’s like a four-ton pound

Run your whole block like a crossword clue
and the answer’s always just “don’t be you.”

Sniper Smile Police–better grin real wide  
Sniper stale police – you can’t run, can’t hide  
They’ll summon your face like a late-night sin  
Catch you stone-faced, and the board go in  
Fold that map ‘cause I win the streets
turn left twice just to meet my beats

I’m the madest page missing in a holy book,
got the preacher’s car keys and a the party look,
Run my hands through the skyline’s hair,
while the city screams back, “you don’t live here”
 I’ll paint your shadow on a billboard sign,
then sell it back twice just to make it mine,

Bass Light Dads – can’t turn me down,
Kick so deep it’ll shake your town,
SNIPER…SMILE…POLICE…–never backing down,
Every beat I drop’s like a four-ton pound.

NOT HIM

AIDEN

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