Name: Swae's Summer by $now Candido in Chill but nice maybe some lofi
Duration: 7 min 28 s
Description: tape is postponed to next week . so sorry, this wha i got for y'all to keep u waiting .

chillest banger that's ever happened ever

Chill but nice maybe some lofi

songs used: asoookha - where is the real me
xxxtentacion - news/flock

He showin' signs of corruption
Then went from somethin' to nothin'
He put his hands on his mother
And now he's fuckin' his cousin
Now she's havin' his baby
The bitch is driving him crazy
The motherfucker was violent
'Cause he was fresh out the Navy
She dealt with constant abuse
Never revealing the truth
She kept the feelings concealed, until they rose to the roof
A war starts, heart drop, 'cause she was tied to the bed
Just as she thought it was over, he put a gun to her head (But listen)

All my life, I dreamed these things
Seems surreal that I see these things
Until I D-I-E, all you niggas just P-I-E
Nah nigga can't sleep on me, ah ah
But listen
All my life, I dreamed these things
Seems surreal that I see these things
Until I D-I-E, all you niggas just P-I-E
Nah nigga can't sleep on me

Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
Or taking Henny instead
Taking liquor to her belly in bed
Until her belly is red
Now she's findin' out the baby is dead
She don't wanna live this life no more
But she's stuck because she got no cure
And she want more
She don't wanna live this life no more
But she's stuck because she got no cure
And she want more

gradual process.

“Thank God, Still Have My Soul” is a militant gratitude cipher — a survivor’s chant carved from the wreckage of capitalism, burnout, and systemic erasure. It maps the tension between what’s been taken (time, breath, dignity) and what remains untouchable: the soul. The verses move from economic dispossession to ancestral resilience, flipping trauma into testimony.
Key motifs:
Spiritual inventory after collapse
Surveillance and algorithmic control
Ancestral memory as resistance
Refusal to be digitized, branded, or broken
The hook echoes like scripture:
“They drained the breath, but couldn’t touch the flame… Thank God — still have my soul.”
Story Behind the Lyric
This suite was born from rupture — a response to systems that measure worth in metrics and monetize exhaustion. It’s a ciphered refusal to let the grind define the spirit. The title itself is a clenched-jaw thanks: not soft praise, but a declaration that despite the losses, the essence remains intact.
It draws from E>W. Du Bois’s “brief moment in the sun”
Modern precarity — gig work, debt, surveillance
Ancestral echoes — drum, chant, refusal
Spiritual clarity — what can’t be taxed, tracked, or sold

Thank God, Still Have My Soul  #Hip-hop Cipher Rap

Unreleased song from a couple of years ago.
There is a bunch of unreleased Tyler stuff.

Lucky Charms

ZeAnder Carter & Luther Luciano - Bands

40oz and a pack of Ranch Sunflower Seeds.

Sunflower Seeds

twitter

thankful

*I do not claim the rights to any of these songs*

Walk Inside My Mansion

tape is postponed to next week . so sorry, this wha i got for y'all to keep u waiting .

Swae's Summer

$now Candido

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