money comin in and it feel like madden

head over the hills, baby we be ballin'

always wanna try to catch my lil vibe

lil do you know I got his bitch beside me 

money comin in and I feel it matter

and she steady dodgin problems don't know why I had her

all of this gon end don't know why it matters

said i made a play and flipped a k I upped my status

and my brodie keep that k that shit was shootin like madden

I gotta stick in my backpack i wanna touch that cash

I wanna find a lil bitch, ion want nothing average 

when i'm with u open up, help me carry my baggage...

lebxanon - madden (p. dippr)

show me wassup ( p. ucondrew )

i will stay here
as long as u want me to
i'll pretext u from ur fear
why u stay in solitude 
i know we needa check up
she luv my diamonds im a flexer

i would go insane for u
i still feel some kinda hate for u
i swear to god we all the same to u
i would buy a goddamn range for u

i jus need some time to think
i was fallin half asleep
miss when u was in my sheets
miss when u was there for me
know that we failed terribly

knew we was gonna from the start
but i still got attached 
yea ik it's all my fault

Stay Here (dozefy, kxngrada)

June Samples• 2025 Glowny

1. "Die 4 U" w/Dantespromise
2. "Long As I LIve" w/Sillyaris
3. "Nyala" w/Evanglx
4. "Crystal" w/444qai
5. "To Your Heart's Content" w/Dantespromise

https://traktrain.com/youngsensai

July 2k25 Samples

waiting ft. jssr (kyoto & xankoma)

got this feelin feat srantsu (prod ayoo g + 20xx)

@dantes-promise

If you want me why won't you say it
I swear im too patient
I'm tired of waiting
For someone who won't even talk to me
Do you want me honestly
Won't even follow your policy

Fucked up bae
Girl you know you did that
Whats up with my vision baby
I can see right through that
I can't even trust you baby
Had my love you lose that
Gave it all up for my lady
Why the fuck you choose that

I know it's done, yo new man my son
Dante hes tha one, destiny number one
Yuh talkin ill up my gun, my hoe loyal she wont run
Lil Dre up inna stars, I'm wit lil tris high as the sun

Her eyes shot right through me
That aint dick lil baby thats the tooly
You are so fine why did you fool me
You got in my mind why dont you shoot me

Vision (dantespromise)

Produced by Cade, Nova, & Dreamz

(Lyrics)

Ooh, 
Trap out the fucking returns department
I ain’t wanna work in insurance department
Walk in this bitch and I turn up the party
And I got stick in the glove compartment 
Still kind of sick off them drugs I started
Think I got sick off your love, that’s karma
Ion wanna talk about blunts, just spark it
I wanna fuck up my lungs, I spark it
Look on her face when I stunt, astonished
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Walk in the party, they ask if I got it
Know that I got what you want, I’m on it
Seeing some swag in the store, I want it
Ion care if they selling both, I bought it

I don’t care
If I’m driving or walking or flying there
Give a fuck what you need, baby I’m there
I ain’t playing bout cheese, hope it’s all there
Put me on any team, bitch I ball there
You can lean on me just like an arm chair
And my steez like sous vide, yeah I like it rare
Ooh, why you said move out the city, I like it here
Why you keep calling that bitch when she like it here
These niggas stuck at the bottom, they like it there
Point to my collar, my jeweler gone ice it there
Roll up a blunt standing up, and I light it there
Whip having bucket seats, whip having fighter chairs
These hoes not talking bout shit, I don’t care
Oh you not talking about chicken, then I don’t care
Paper and Grabba or Looseleaf, man I don’t care
You hit the za, you might fold like a lawn chair

I’m tryna run up these funds
Hop on a PJ, a young nigga done with charter
Horsepower, we got a bunch
I-85 to the A, I ain’t never took Marta
Ooh, do it today and you done 
That’s step 1, of living like it’s no tomorrow 
I don’t care if you the plug
If you my mans and fell on your ass, you can borrow
Yeah that’s my girl I adore her
Fuck that Pandora, gettin her Tiffany charms
Damn this hoe hard to ignore, smell like Sephora, and she got ink on her arms
Versace Jeans Couture, tryn go on tour, and show off the drip that I rock
I do this shit for the 4, having galore
I can’t even trip on no opps

Ooh, 
Trap out the fucking returns department
I ain’t wanna work in insurance department
Still kind of sick off them drugs I started
Think I got sick off your love, that’s karma
Ion wanna talk about blunts, just spark it
I wanna fuck up my lungs, I spark it
Hope they don’t look in the glove compartment
Walk in this bitch and I turn up the party
Look on her face when I stunt, astonished
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Walk in the party they like, who got it
All of this za what you like, I got it
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Count it up, I need to touch the profit

show me wassup ( p. ucondrew )

DantesPromise