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Welcome to "Radio Feddi," the official playlist featuring Feddi's releases on SoundCloud. Dive into a collection of captivating tracks that showcase Feddi's unique talent and storytelling ability. From powerful lyrics to infectious beats, each song is a testament to the artistry and creativity of Feddi and Cairo Street Records. Immerse yourself in a world of captivating music that resonates with emotions and experiences. Stay up to date with the latest releases and timeless classics. Join the journey with Feddi and Cairo Street Records. Follow Feddi on SoundCloud and other platforms for more. Contact: thisisfeddi@gmail.com | https://linktr.ee/feddicairost | https://songwhip.com/feddi

Feddi

Mas Put4s Mas Dr0ga Y Pistola5

Tiramisu

Player 1 Deus Ft Don Maligno - TIRAMISU

MEMORIES
#bandokay #memories #bandokaymemories #bandomemories #bandokayfeatld #ld #toomanylies #bandokaytoomanylies #bando #drill #ukrap #ukdrill #newrap #hiphop #deeprap #meaningful #bars #flow
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Bands
(Yo Jamskull)
Bando
Hmm, brrt
Boy, boy, haha
So much memories from the past you can't bring back (nah)
You ever think that?
Zheetos in my spliff, lemme think back
Got me crushin' on my loud, I asked bro, "Where's the chip, ahk?"
He ain't a bad boy, he needs to sit back
Correra or ridgeback (ayy)
That was me and my flick nank
Broad day or pitch black
(Broad day or pitch black)
Broad day or pitch black
(Broad day or pitch black)
Got me wearin' Trapstar, it's a secret (shh)
Got my strap in a car for these eediats (boy)
I spoke to my nan and she said I'm a genius (nanny)
Believe yourself, believe Jesus
Police killed my dad though, they still got me mad, bro (stress)
My little sis confused where her dad go
One hundred bags, where? What is that? Yo (mad)
My name's Bando
I'll make that off a trap phone
Probably even more, where's my cash? Yo (ayy, watch it)
Got me feelin' fly like a helicopter (woo)
So if ever robbed ya
Suck ya mum, I never cheated, cheaters never prosper (never)
I need to win a Oscar (mad)
They need to see a doctor (now)
I'm seein' so much money, I can't count it proper
Twin barrel shotgun, we shot some
They're rappin' 'bout burners, but what burners?
They ain't got none (whutless)
My nigga caught a LP and still got funds (free him)
We had the GP on deck with the Glock gun
Talkin' 'bout readys, bring your readys out
Baow, hit his headie now (boy, boy)
BBC News, he's on tele now
If it jams up, cock it back and it's ready now
Shut down any town, anyhow
Bands, I'm back for good, real talk, man, I'm back and better (yo)
I told bro we see opps, you better back your wetter (yo)
And if you're on the other side, you better back your bredda
Talk up, me, I chat whenever, big Beretta
Bare RIPs and 3's
You know how the ting set, man
(Mm-hmm, merky)
Still free the murder team
Free S, free Boogie (bap, bap, trust)
Free my trappers, free Bricks (it's murder)
Free Baz, free T1 (free them all)
Free Vale (fuck the opps)
I told Bug, "Stop goin' jail" (stop it)
They asked, "How's the music?" I say it's goin' well (so far)
I told God I'm goin' heaven, I ain't goin' hell (father God)
Go again if I go and fail, I do it for the O as well (boy, boy)
Stand on my block, I should be up in the booth though (ayy)
Me plus gang, two waps in the studio (boy)
LV bags in the boot, press the key, make the boot close (sheesh)
And fuck them other guys, might rob 'em like who knows (haha)
Early morn' in the cemetery
Just me Uncle Spangz with a bit a Henny (Spangz)
I'm forever starrish and I'm forever ready (forever)
They took my pops and we lost Smeggy
Both my legs turned jelly (ayy, ayy)
The fans want my mixtape, I'm like here we go (let's go)
I spoke the truth in this tune, you better hear me, bro (you know)
I'm in this 4x4 with no gears you know (ayy)
I'm still the kid from the farm with no fears on go
I'm in the trenches with hot fries (boy)
My killas drop guys (ayy)
And you ain't ever seen a Tauras or Glock 9 (never)
Dotty or the Glock bine
They're tryna stop crime
I'm tryna make a hundred M's, I still got time (watch it)
Yo, I'm tryna make a hundred M's within no time (trust)
It's all mad, I was four back in '05 (facts)
I was young, always chillin' with the old guys (ayy)
And we don't shoot man, once you can hold five (boy)
Step with the Glock or the Tre 2 (brr)
Drill and get paid too
Broad day, the guys doin' bait moves
I drink Henny, not Grey Goose (trust)
Long nose in my manbag
I'll pop out and blaze yutes (boy)
Step with the Glock or the Tre 2 (step it)
Drill and get paid too
Broad day, the guys doin' bait moves (ayy)
I drink Henny, not Grey Goose
Long nose in my manbag
I'll pop out and blaze yutes
Bands, ayy

Memories

Xpedition

So Good

Listen to 'Better Me' by Feddi, a captivating rap track that reflects on personal growth, determination, and overcoming obstacles. Feddi's introspective lyrics take you on a journey through his struggles, victories, and the unwavering pursuit of becoming a better version of himself. With heartfelt verses and a compelling delivery, Feddi shares his experiences with authenticity and resilience. The empowering message of self-improvement and staying true to one's path resonates deeply, while the hard-hitting beats and immersive production elevate the track's impact. Immerse yourself in Feddi's story of transformation and witness the strength that comes from dedication and hard work. Stream 'Better Me' now and embark on a journey of personal growth and empowerment. Contact: thisisfeddi@gmail.com | cairostreetrecords@gmail.com | https://linktr.ee/feddicairost

Single: Feddi - Better Me

Better Me

Feddi - Better Me

Lost in all this dope I feel like Walter White
Diamonds light up even in the darkest night
They act tough online in comments starting fights
See you in real life but you don’t bark or bite
Yeah I know… she’s your girlfriend but she’s ours tonight…
She called me said its dripping & its water tight…
I got bored of my city so I caught a flight….
Probably blew more money there then you made all your life….
Drinking smoking party life, we just had the longest night
Drop her off in Prada shades she’s walking into college high
Driving through Cottonwood Heights, your life got a dollar price… 
My price going up it took a while but now we got it right…. 
Still pull up for drills & got a suit on like its Harlem Nights….
Got em tryna clone me now, they don’t have the copyrights… 
Free drugs…. This beat feel like molly right? 
I don’t know her name but know her body type….. 

Chorus
Everywhere I go they give me free drugs
Everyone I know giving me free drugs
High at every show, they give me free drugs
I could overdose on all these free drugs

Free Drugs (Prod. By Darkboy x YMAR)

Not the same

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Higher

Higher (Instrumental)

Eyes ft catastrophe

The One

The One (Instrumental)

(Official Music Video)
https://youtu.be/BjgMnA8XJr8

°No Hook 4° by DVilln13
Produced by AstroBeatz


Last time I told that bitch to leave me alone she never did

I was fucking on that bitch right after that she drank the kid

I can't even say what else she did

Nigga can't even play with us get killed

Slid through different states up off these pills

I heard that boy shaking in that field

Stuck in their dreams like Freddy might go up in flames to get these millions 

That bitch know I'm hard to deal with but see me as a meal ticket still get in her feels when I cheat this shit get's real wicked

That bitch suck it just like dill pickles bust on her like field missiles 

Left that bitch I'm real fickle broke her heart it's real brittle

You snaked your bro you ain't no real nigga I can vouch for that

I fucked your hoe and this bitch still texting me months after that

When I sip this drank you know these backwoods coming in right after that 

Up off this X can't even think I think I need to cancel that

She asked where I been been I was fucking hoes so I couldn't even answer that

Brought a ounce up on this plane I ain't even trapping bro this just the travel pack



*I fucked up at the end shut up lol



No Hook 4 {Music Video In Description}

°Tears In The Rain° by DVilln13- https://youtu.be/uOd7843OiDw

Yeah, can't have tears in the rain, no

You can't have tears in the rain, love

I just been getting to these checks with the gang your bitch in my face but I don't got no time I can waste

That's a wild hoe better tame her, I guess you can't, because she just gon' fuck anyway

Bitch cooking for me but you claim her that shit insane boy you better stay in your place

And I got cheat codes to this game that we call love take an L try to make my heart break

I'm strapped in this bitch like a ranger that shit is dangerous thinking about coming to take

Something from Villn my anger don't feel the same no more run up dump at your face

Move militant them niggas trained me just how to play that shit I'll make a fuck nigga lay

You can't have tears in the rain I put all this pain in this track for the people to play it
(for the people to play it)

You can't have tears in the rain, no

You can tell when the energy don't feel the same , yeah

That bitch just want to fuck cause of fame

I swerved the whip now I'm spilling my drink

You ain't talking bout no bread get the fuck out my face

How are these niggas dead when we from the same place

Yeah, rest in peace to my brothers hope God the one taking them
(rest in peace to my brothers)

You can't have tears in the rain
Hide tears in the rain, love

You can't have tears in the rain, love
Hide tears in the rain, love

You can't have tears in the rain
Tears in the rain, love

No you can't have tears in the rain, love
Tears in the rain, love









Tears In The Rain (p. SouthGangBeatz) {Visualizer+Lyrics In Description}

DND (prod. glo!)

Turn Up

my 1st song dropped on my own beat, this one's special fr!

1ofOne

Stream

1ofOne [prod. xayvier x dreuce]

Immerse yourself in the vibrant narrative of "Let Em Hate" by Feddi, a compelling blend of Rap, Hip-Hop, Pop, and Trap R&B that echoes the dynamic streets of Atlanta, GA. Produced by the talented Mercy Beatz, this track sets a rhythmic tone that captivates listeners, making it a noteworthy addition to Cairo Street Records.

In this lyrical journey, Feddi reveals a resilient spirit in the face of betrayal. The beats, expertly crafted, resonate with the pulsating energy of the city, creating an anthem for those who rise above negativity. The skilful production by Mercy Beatz adds depth, emphasizing every emotion woven into Feddi's verses.

"Let Em Hate" is more than a song; it's a declaration of self-confidence, a testament to Feddi's unwavering authenticity. The lyrics navigate the complexities of relationships and trust, while the beats drive the narrative forward. Feddi's magnetic presence shines through, turning this track into a powerful statement in the rap scene.

Embark on this sonic journey, where every beat and lyric is a testament to resilience and the thriving spirit of Atlanta. For inquiries, contact cairostreetrecords@gmail.com. Follow Feddi on all platforms now at https://linktr.ee/feddicairost.

Feddi - Let Em Hate

Let Em Hate

Immerse yourself in the soulful vibes of "Won't Be Long" by Feddi, a profound journey through the challenges of fame, relationships, and self-discovery. Produced by the talented Mercy Beatz, this track resonates with the raw authenticity of Atlanta's streets.

Feddi lays bare his experiences, from the scrutiny of public life to the complexities of personal relationships. The honesty in his lyrics is a testament to the struggles of balancing a life under constant surveillance. The beat, a creation of Mercy Beatz, sets the perfect tone for Feddi's introspective storytelling.

"Won't Be Long" is more than a song; it's a reflection on the cost of success, the strains on relationships, and the pursuit of self-improvement. Feddi's narrative unfolds with each verse, providing listeners with a glimpse into the highs and lows of his journey.

For inquiries, contact cairostreetrecords@gmail.com. Follow Feddi on all platforms now at https://linktr.ee/feddicairost.

Feddi - Wont Be Long

Wont Be Long

Immerse yourself in the raw truth of 'Truth Hurts' by Feddi, a magnetic blend of Rap, Hip-Hop, Pop, and Trap R&B that echoes the vibrant streets of Atlanta, GA. Produced by the skilled Mercy Beatz, this track resonates with an 82 BPM cadence, delivering an irresistible groove that aligns with the city's pulse.

Feddi delves into unfiltered truths, laying bare the complexities of life. With a beat that hits hard and lyrics that cut deep, 'Truth Hurts' explores the struggles, triumphs, and the unwavering commitment to staying true to oneself. Feddi's compelling narrative, set against the backdrop of Atlanta, unfolds like a sonic journey through the highs and lows of existence.

Meticulously crafted, the beats amplify the impact of every verse. Feddi's delivery is powerful, reflecting the intensity of the grind. 'Truth Hurts' is not just a song; it's an authentic expression, a celebration of resilience, and a nod to the unwavering spirit of Atlanta. For inquiries, contact cairostreetrecords@gmail.com. Follow Feddi on all platforms now at linktr.ee/feddicairost.

Truth Hurts

Immerse yourself in the alluring rhythms of "Back Shots" by Feddi, a provocative fusion of Rap/HipHop, Pop, and Trap R&B that resonates through the vibrant streets of Atlanta, GA. Crafted under the expert production of Mercy Beatz, this track sets the pulse at an enticing 82 BPM, ensuring an irresistible groove that captures the essence of the city.

Feddi's lyricism delves into the realms of passion and desire, painting vivid scenes of intimate encounters. The explicit nature of the lyrics showcases Feddi's unapologetic style, weaving a tale of sensuality and bold expression. The beats, intricately designed, heighten the impact of each verse, making "Back Shots" a fearless proclamation of intimacy.

The accompanying video, directed by the visionary JayUnited and produced by Cairo Street Studios, transforms Atlanta into a cinematic backdrop for desire. Each frame is a visual feast, capturing the essence of passion and pleasure, creating an experience that goes beyond a traditional music video.

For inquiries, contact cairostreetrecords@gmail.com. Follow Feddi on all platforms now at https://linktr.ee/feddicairost.

Feddi - Back Shots

Back Shots

Immerse yourself in the raw, unfiltered essence of Atlanta with Feddi's gripping single, "Live And Die In Da A." This powerful track, crafted by the acclaimed Dj Plugg, resonates with a deep, throbbing beat set at 157 BPM, capturing the spirit and challenges of life in the vibrant yet often tumultuous city. As Feddi lays down verses that reflect the highs and lows of his Atlanta upbringing, listeners are taken on a journey through the streets of a city that shapes destinies.

"Live And Die In Da A" is not just a song; it's a narrative woven with the threads of Atlanta’s cultural fabric. Feddi articulates a compelling story of survival, loyalty, and the pursuit of prosperity against the backdrop of the city's Westside. From the celebratory mentions of local heroes and landmarks to the poignant reflections on community struggles, Feddi encapsulates the authentic vibe of Atlanta life. The lyrics, "I reside on the Westside, you know this shit here forever," and the chorus that repeats "Live and die in da A," turn the track into an anthem of resilience and pride.

Produced under the banner of Cairo Street Records, this song is a salute to the everyday heroes of Atlanta. It acknowledges the community's collective trials and triumphs, making it a resonant piece for anyone who has experienced life in a city that demands as much as it gives. Dj Plugg’s masterful production enhances the gritty, honest delivery of Feddi, ensuring that each beat hits home with the intensity of the stories being told.

This track is perfect for those who appreciate music that not only entertains but also tells a story. It's ideal for reflective listening or as a powerful addition to any playlist aimed at motivating and inspiring through real-life tales of grit and grind. With "Live And Die In Da A," Feddi continues to establish himself as a voice of the streets, bringing the realities of Atlanta to the forefront of hip-hop and beyond.

"Live And Die In Da A" is more than just a musical release; it's a cultural statement, a piece of Atlanta’s heart and soul translated into sound. As Feddi's voice carries through each verse, listeners are not just hearing a song; they are experiencing a life, a struggle, and a love for a city that, despite its challenges, remains beloved by its children. For inquiries, contact cairostreetrecords@gmail.com. Follow Feddi on all platforms now at https://linktr.ee/feddicairost.

Feddi - Live And Die In Da A

Live And Die In Da A

Feddi, born Demetrius Robbins, has a story to tell. It’s punctuated by pain, bound by betrayal, and has as much family drama as a Shakespearean play. But the setting isn’t some far-flung European city ruled by kings and nobility. Feddi is from Zone 1, Westside, Atlanta. An infamous neighborhood where life is a gamble, and even if you play your cards right, you can still lose it all. This is the hood that raised him, nurtured his love of music, and where he made his name in the streets. Feddi’s life story is worthy of a feature film–but his music has a documentary quality. And his story doesn’t just represent him. It also describes the voiceless people that grew up in neighborhoods like Zone 1 all over the world.
Tragedy struck Feddi’s family when he was just in second grade. In a story so gruesome that it was depicted on the TV show ATL Homicides, Feddi’s father was kidnapped, tortured, and ultimately murdered by his own cousins. “I stayed outta school for two years,” he recalls. “Like a whole two years, I didn’t go to school. APD sitting outside my house. Cause ain’t nobody locked up. Don’t nobody know what’s going on.”
Feddi’s dad, known affectionately as Deke the Freak from Cairo Street, was a well-known and respected figure in the neighborhood. So even though he was tragically killed, that respect and love extended to his son after his passing. “I had to live up to the name. But just being his son, it had me being taken care of. That led to me not ever having to worry about where I’m sleeping at. Where I’m gonna eat at. It wasn’t not one house in the neighborhood I couldn’t walk into. If I’m hungry, man, I’m finna to eat. It might be a different house every night,” he recalls.
Even having experienced something so heinous as a kid, Feddi never sought traditional therapy. Instead, he used music as an outlet to release his pain. “I cry the most when I’m making my songs. I might think of a line or something, and my voice might get to shaking while I’m trying to record. Cause I’m talking to myself as I’m going,” says the Atlanta native. “This is my outlet. I’m gonna probably do this for the rest of my life. Even if I’m not putting that out. Just so I can hear myself talk to myself.”
His earliest experience with music was born out of the ingenuity that comes from having to make do with whatever you have. “My friend down the street had a little radio boom box that you was able to press a button to record what you were saying,” remembers Feddi.” We had some instrumentals on the old, old, Xbox. Like the first Xbox ever made.We turned the TV up loud, played the instrumentals off the TV, and put the radio close to the TV so it could pick up the beat and pick up our voice.”
This was one of the first songs he ever made, and even though it wasn’t recorded in a professional studio, it was Feddi’s first clue that he had natural talent. He gained comfort performing in front of larger audiences at school talent shows. He was also surrounded by music in his own home, his mother was an accomplished singer, and his sister tried her hand at rap at a young age, too.
What further solidified the possibility of actually making his musical dreams come true was seeing someone else from his hood behind to make it big a few years later–1017 Records/ Famerica signee Ralo. “I knew it was real when I seen my brother Ralo actually get himself known to be a rapper,” says Feddi. “Me and him grew up together. That’s my brother. Both of us Muslim. And we from the same spot.”
That inspiration didn’t immediately lead to his own success, though. While more and more people began to recognize Feddi as an up-and-coming talent from Atlanta, he ran into
obstacles that kept his music from reaching a larger audience. “I’ve been lied to a million times. Supposed to have been signed a million times. And I turned down a couple offers too.”
Now he’s decided to take his future into his own hands. Along with his family, he started Cairo Street Records, a nod to the hood that raised him. “I’m doing all this shit with all these other folk. Helping them build their thing up. I’m like, let me go back to my own hood and start my own shit. I think I done learned enough and been through enough to know what to do now.”
And through it all, he’s still here. Still rapping. Still hustling. Still putting his pain into his music. Still speaking for those who can’t speak for themselves