Short lil beattape made and mixed on the sp404mk2 and arranged on fl studio hope you enjoy

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nur/ature1 (beattape)

XIX TRXLLISBACK

two fathers

faina's sextape

forest [gump] in a KIA forte.

40hrs.

astagfuruallah.

single[withnokids].

bird ahh nigga only tough off the guinness.

R.I.P. NIPSEY

Nazareth in which direction

Stumble forward I’m missing my steps

Broken fingers and pen reflections

Victory, in love with the kiss of death

Misery, loves company we all got golden breathe

Hold it, 

Close as kept I can’t focus

Locusts coming in he just, wallow and wept thru it

I know the feeling of feeling hopeless

Short a buck and the skills won’t coax dry aprons and clean steel toes but you ready to work yo I been there before

Nigga I am yo I live here,

Stains on my shoulder yo it’s been clear

Some pain you just can’t dust off

Some veins you just can’t shut off

Everything’s a must when it’s crunch

Anything’s a given when it’s clutch

Many stings bitter to the touch

Steady king muzzle to his gut

No love, 

Tony did his brother close up so it’s up

Phonies throwin it up like they lived it and never did 

Fake codewords a wordsmith 

My tongue shimmy with the shiv

4th 45 had me dizzy

BLK tips I was childish

Grandmama lookin at me like who is you, Uncle Harold lookin down at me smiling

Wilding, 

Profiling

Niggas saying they run the game with no mileage I can’t take it

World wicked but these words sacred?

No Ion need to be placated I just see it differently than I used to

Maybe ignorance was bliss the whole time

Maybe ignorance was bliss the whole time

Maybe ignorance was bliss the whole time

Pastel in my nails I reek of turpentine 

Painting with snake oil

Playing with futile methods of healing and claiming they was workin

The lane gets shaky the game gets murky

The hate gets louder the pain can’t hurt me more than it has already

I’m plastered and can’t get past it

Mirror man we meet again 

Nice seeing you

Ice pick gripped the tip lickin the neck

The flick lighter melts the edge

Can’t tell if we cursed or if we blessed, yet


PAINTING WITH SNAKE OIL [008]
(2:09)
ENGINEERING BY SOULLOOPS

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two fathers

#FREESMOKE circa '17

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