song is legit! Would you like to promote this?(l1nk in bcckgrnd) :)

This is a Remix to Live For by The Weeknd. I wrote this song in 2015. I finished writing it a couple months before I graduated high school. I recently went thru and changed some the lyrics to make the song more relevant. I dropped the lyrics below! 

live for lyrics 

i’ll admit it, i’ll admit it 
bunch of muthafuckin feelins 
tryna say your hot
bitch, you ain’t even kill it
oh and i ain’t even feel it

i’m the realest, i’m the realest
fuck your muthafuckin feelins
tryna say you feel us
bitch, you ain’t even near us
what you talkin bout willis 

ima kill it, ima kill it
like weezy, did no ceilin 
I got these bitches squealin 
and I am from the burg
but if she left alone 
then you know I’m gon be stealin 

I get it I get it 
I get it I get it 
your hustle don’t ever, go unnoticed 
baby, I’m with you, i’m with it 
yeah. 

got a room full of fam
girl i just did it 
brought you, right back, for a minute, 
you know that, if I got it, then you get it, 
good.

Put 50 in the tank
you know that we cruisin
this dank is expensive 
but fuck it, we light it, and we pass it

Life is full of hard knocks
back when Keenan, had them dreadlocks
nowadaysls, we hardly talk 
rollin through them old blacks 
bitch you know we hotbox 
back then, i had a minivan 
ridin shotgun, that’s my front man 
got your back, that’s the game plan
sydney is my biggest fan 
said, “don’t say you can’t boy,
cuz i know you can.”

know I can, what you doing 
hit you with a flow so fluent 
you can’t keep up with the moment 
bitch, i ruin what you’ve proven
let me teach you, like a student
boy we are only human 

tell me why you losin
my shit so hot 
they tryna hit me with the coolant 
but i just tell em NO! 
oh, i gotta flow that you say you can’t stand
sit your ass down 
bitch you know that I’m the man

i’m doing what I can 
and I can do it all
your girl down the hall 
about to meet her in the stall
you ain’t even know it 
but I don’t give a fuck
got me feeling like Kobe 
as she watch me pulling up

bitch I’m in the drive 
and I think it’s time to ride 
she declined your calls 
and she answers all of mine
I didn’t even notice 
until she let me know it
But I don’t wanna know it
so what the fuck she’s doing

what the fuck i doin
why’m i askin all these questions
because when we gonna be women 
and if you just learn that lesson 
that shit is depressin

i’m a teacher just a young cadet 
when I’m in the booth 
you should know that I’m a threat
with my 2nd bitch 
cuz my 1st on some shit
like LeBron with the Cavs 
I just ain’t do it yet

i’m a beast. 
you a bitch, that’s a pet
Hella fly, I fell asleep, on the jet
hella high, i’ll smoke you out,
homie bet. 

money on my mind
always on my grind 
anything can happen,
all in due time.

Live For

This one go so hard i had to drop it!!! i couldn’t even wait for the video to get shot first!!  LETS GO BOY!!!!! 

Lyrics to Back in Blood (Remix)

[Hook]
bitch, i’m pouring up 4
don’t be askin bout my cup 
all that acting like a thug
why the fuck you actin up 
snitching on me to the feds
tell that pussy i’m fed up 
roll a wood and send some shots 
watch my boys hit ya like a blunt 

(yeah, watch my boys hit ya like a blunt) 

all that acting like a thug
why the fuck you actin up 
snitching on me to the feds
tell that pussy i’m fed up 
roll a wood and send some shots 
watch my boys hit ya like a blunt 

(verse) 

damn, 
yeah this E-class really fast
i’m so faded in this benz
can’t read the digi’s on the dash 
when i got this thang insured 
i said, i expect to crash 
i got demons on my ass
i’m off the brakes, i’m on the gas 

yeah, i ain’t never going back
every since i started rappin 
ain’t stop countin all these racks
i’m allergic to these haters
they don’t like how i react
tell that pussy boy stop talkin 
or i’m finna smack his ass (BOI!) 

feel free to call my bluff
all this shit that i done been thru
i cain’t tell you life ain’t rough
yeah, i know this shit gon happen 
just cain’t happen soon enough
i’ll keep writing all these verses,
fuckin bitches, rollin blunts 

yeah, i put that on my mob 
you know Money Over Bitches 
i cain’t put no hoe in charge
on my Big C,EO shit
think my shirt say 2XLarge 
when i pullin up in a foreign 
smokin my hand rolled cigars 

aye, make me feel like uncle Phill
i remember when he passed
i cain’t believe that shit was real
no cap, my life full of pain
sometimes, i wish i couldn’t feel
i don’t trust a single soul
you’ll catch me grippin on my steal

aye, i ain’t never stole a thang 
yeah, you know that shit was cap
i’ll take your life, get out my way
i’ll take your hoe, if that bitch purdy 
she like how i do my thang 
she might tell you, she ain’t like me
but she love to wear my chainz 

yeah, she love to wear my hanes
i cain’t ever love no bitch 
long as this ice run thru my veins 
only put my trust in god
and i put that on my name
but sometimes he don’t answer 
an i gotta trust my aim

yeah, but trust this ain’t a game 
bitch, i never spill the muddy
cuz this Robitussin stains
moonwalkin like Billie Jean
i send shots at you, no vaccine 
put your ass 6ft deep
social distancing you from me 


[Hook]
bitch, i’m pouring up 4
don’t be askin bout my cup 
all that acting like a thug
why the fuck you actin up 
snitching on me to the feds
tell that pussy i’m fed up 
roll a wood and send some shots 
watch my boys hit ya like a blunt 

(yeah, watch my boys hit ya like a blunt) 

all that acting like a thug
why the fuck you actin up 
snitching on me to the feds
tell that pussy i’m fed up 
roll a wood and send some shots 
watch my boys hit ya like a blunt 

Written by: T.Bex

BACK IN BLOOD Remix

TODAY MY BIRFDAY!!!!
I figured I'd give y'all some more music. This is the mastered Version of this song. Lyrics below. Please enjoy!

MIDDLE CHILD - LYRICS

haters been countin me out 
i’m countin my blessings 
i been for a grip
i’m writing down names 
i’m making a list 
i’m eating these rappers 
like groceries ya bish
the realest, no lyin
no faking this shit
the game is off balance 
i level it quick 

my verses are dirty 
my sneakers ain’t dirty 
and that’s how i like it 
you all on my dick!

(verse)
i’m all in my bag
i pre-rolled a zip
an i’m down to burn it 
if she down to strip
an i got another
that i’m down to flip
but if she still strippin
then i ain’t gon trip

i’m lacin my kicks
i’m stackin my chips
i’m chasin a check
i’m flipping a brick
quadruple my money 
and move this shit quick
cuz my time is money
and my money tic

my money tic
and most people talk
4 tics on the clock
& i got the rock
they thinkin i’ll pass 
but i’ll probably not
cuz i’m hella focused 
and i’m in the zone 

the crown fit me good
i’m watchin the throne
they washin the throne
cuz i do it so dirty
ya girl switchin teams
she wearin my jersey 
they say life a trip
i make it a journey 
i’m stoppin to piss
and they tell me to hurry 

but i take my time
my life is like wine
cuz it’s getting better and better with time
i feel like, all of my stars is aligned
with bitches from high school, still waitin in line
i feel so divine.
fuck a co-sign, i’m just writin my rhymes 
i live on cloud nine
an that’s on the side 
where the sun always shine

so my future bright 
it’s gucci, my shades
an shawty got ass
her titties are A’s
just like her grades
hella good brain
an she rolled a bean
so i can’t complain 

a cup fulla lean 
i’m chasin the pain
i’m keeping a grip
i stay in my lane
they thinkin they want it
they all think the same
and that’s why i’m thinkin
that they all insane 

(hook)
haters been countin me out 
i’m countin my blessings 
i been for a grip
i’m writing down names 
i’m making a list 
i’m eating these rappers 
like groceries ya bish
the realest, no lyin
no faking this shit
the game is off balance 
i level it quick 

my verses are dirty 
my sneakers ain’t dirty 
and that’s how i like it 
you all on my dick!

(hook pt. 2)
I just poured some Henny in my cup
my phone blowin up she got no chill
her last text said she was pulling up
yeah we’re gonna find out if this bitch for real

ain’t nobody out here stopping me
i’m just out here trying to get a mill
finger on the trigger pull it back
now don’t fuck with my money. that’s for real. 

(verse)
touching my stacks,  
and it’s off with your head 
I’m dead in the middle,
of leaving them dead 
it’s fuck what I heard 
if I heard, what you said 
i spit the fire,
and watch the flame spread 
like when they jelly,
I put that on bread 
woke up from a dream 
she was giving me head
we ain’t lovin hoes,
that lovin shit’s dead.
she finish her thang 
an i get to this bread.

rollin a bean, I’ll OD ambition 
smokin that good, i could fix ya condition
make sure disappear, like a goddamn magician 
abracadabra, an now that shit Missin 

I’m good at my job 
watch me make this commission
I’m stackin my racks,
like ya boy on a mission 
see these are my lyrics,
and I’m the technician
and I bring the heat 
like a fire in the kitchen￼

(hook)
I just poured some Henny in my cup
my phone blowin up she got no chill
her last text said she was pulling up
yeah we’re gonna find out if this bitch for real

ain’t nobody out here stopping me
i’m just out here trying to get a mill
finger on the trigger pull it back
now don’t fuck with my money. that’s for real.

Middle Child [Remix]

Middle Child [Remix] - T.Bex

Freestyle lyrics

my name all on they mind 
just like a migraine￼
I got bread on mine homie
i ain’t talkin 9-grain
i been makin deals
since my ass was in the 9th grade
i’m always in the cut, G the barber
watch me run fades 
i can make the pack do gymnastics 
it ain’t no thang
my homie tote the strap
i just pray he shoot that shit straight
ya speakers finna bust
that’s the only time i get played
fuckin round with us
we gon teach you how to get paid
812, drop the pin so they can locate
my momma was a chemist 
and my stepdad was an inmate
anytime i do it 
bitch, believe i spit that shit straight
trusting someone else 
was my first and only mistake
keep my circle tight 
spark a blunt and watch it rotate
oops tryna move 
until i got em with that checkmate
you cain’t make em wait
if you think you finna move weight
anytime i eat 
my whole team gets a full plate
i grew up in the system 
teachers said my ass was trouble
married to the money 
but the hustle like to cuddle
ambition saw me out with struggle
but we ain’t a couple
when that hoe come around 
she just reminding me  stay humble
all these diamonds on my wrists 
make it hard to tell the time
think these stones predict the future
look at how i fuckin shine
if you ain’t about the hustle 
then you ain’t about the grind
bitch i’m droppin gems
every word i speak’s divine
￼what you know bout scheming, thievin 
losin friends to suicide 
or look him in his eyes 
and you cain’t tell him it’d be fine
i cain’t tell you this shit easy
or i ain’t commit a crime
i cain’t say, i’m just writin rhymes 
cuz then my ass’d be lyin

Single

Freestyle

Silhouettes - T.Bex

I made this track in 3 days. been sittin on it for like 2 months now. hope y'all enjoy. lyrics posted below cuz a lot of y'all told me to keep posting the lyrics with my music. I got you!

This One Lyrics

[Hook]
this one for them pussies 
who all told me i should give up
this one for them bitches
with the pussy they shouldn’t give up 
this one for them boys i ghost 
i knew that shit was setup 
this one for the real OGs 
who told me keep my head up 

[Verse 1]
back then I was fed up
when it rains it pours
this shit never let up
had to get my bread up 
young boy keep your head up
focus on your hustle
one day you gon get up
be with, any bitch you hit up 
put that shit on God, 
middle of the church, 
this one make you get up 
want my opps to hurt
when they see my come up
bitch i put in work
thumbin all the hunnids 
really cain’t explain it
muscles, tighten in my stomach 
i just get this feelin, one day i’ma run it 
demons chasin, i just keep on runnin
used to flip them onions
them shits dime a dozen
bitch i’m never frontin
i ain’t trusting nothin
if the police bust in 
this the shit she flushin
meanin, all my shit is dope 
every time i light a blunt
i just play a beat and float
and every time i write a song
it’s like the illest shit i wrote 
i’m made for this shit
Cottonelle, i been on a roll 
focused on a goal
feel it in my soul, that’s just how i know
when it rains, it pours
you should take a note
this bitch like the snow 
cut the lights, my shit like to glow
these diamonds dance for sho
i’m the CEO, i like gettin dough
did it on my own 
who the fuck this for? 

[Hook]

this one for them pussies 
who all told me i should give up
this one for them bitches
with the pussy they shouldn’t give up 
this one for them boys i ghost 
i knew that shit was setup 
this one for the real OGs n
who told me keep my head up

This One - T.Bex

This song is special to me. I used to sit and listen to my Grandma's cassette tape every morning. I used to show her songs I had written and recording I had on this small recorder. If only she could hear me now. 

Before I got into creating beats I would sit and analyze my favorite songs. I realized a lot of our music today is mirrored, copied, and sampled versions of the classics, and it was the classic samples that were drawling me in. the same thing about Grandma's music that was drawling me in. So I went to work.

I wrote this song back in March of 2019. and after creating the beat I first recorded it in April of 2019. I did release it on soundcloud for a year as a part of 'Faded to the Moon and Back', an album I lated removed. Recently, I decided to pull it back up and mess with the levels. I'm sure it's nothing close to perfect but nevertheless. 

Lyrics as always :

I’m Blessed 

[Verse 1]
it’s time I put this shit to rest now
Bop Bop like a knockout 
it’s a T.Bex I'm the best out
if you ain’t talkin money, you can leave now.
I can dance for a rain cloud 
and make it flood in a damn drought
I could plant some foreign lug nuts
and watch a foreign bitch and a Porsche sprout
you can go and talk shit about 
how my life needa “re-route”
but truth be told, I got no doubt, 
when I close my eyes and I see them signs,
every one of them be sayin, “SOLD OUT!”
not bad for a drop out,
feelin all alone, deep inside.
still askin, “who am i?”
but i know when i die...

[Grandmas Sample]

["I'm Blessed" (in reverse)]

[Verse 2]
my flow is worth taking a listen
it’s wavy I just might be trippin
i’m drownin my Nikes are drippin
my girl like a swimmer she wet 
these rookies admire the vet
I sampled my grandmas cassette
I’m taking a guess and placing a bet
I’m guessing I’m blessed 
I bet I’m the best 
I know I’m obsessed
cuz i must be the best 
been up for a week 
and I can’t get no rest
now no more excuses 
cuz they simply useless 
I’m droptop that’s roofless
she’s Eazy that’s ruthless
my flow is exclusive 
now here’s a solution
just pass me the ball cause I’m hot
these cocks I’m not blocking my shot 
they too chicken 
I’m focused and driven 
the biscuit is livin
these women’s come over 
for Pillsbury whippins
A legend has risen 
I throw up my Nixon’s 
she hate that I’m wicked 
but fucks with the vision
these lyrics have written 
have one groovy rhythm 
my boy Fightin boy 
one on one, that’s addiction
I pray that he never found 
dead in the kitchen
I sent him some help
cuz his health is the mission
I told him we only OD on ambition
don’t call me a snitch 
cause I never want to snitchin 
my boy still alive, 
and his ass I am in prison
I hold my head high 
cuz I know that we winnin 
when I start to cry 
I just keep that shit hidden 
I look to the sky 
and I grandma be grinnin 
i know that i’m blessed. 

i know that I'm blessed. [4x]

Just look at my wrist,
just look at my fingers,
look at my neck.

Just look at these diamonds
all over my neck
Just look at these,
Just look at these muhfuckin Boo-guettes 
(baguettes)
I know that I'm blessed
Just look at my Boo-guettes 
(baguettes)

[Grandmas Sample]

I’m Blessed

I’ve been working on a lot of new material. it’s mind blowing the listen to my new tracks vs my old ones. my rhyme patterns, my production, my sound.. its crazy how far i’ve come. wouldn’t change it for anything. 

check out these lyrics below. 

make em proud - T.Bex 

[Verse 1]
straight up, out the trenches 
had to make em proud
812 drip
bring your floaty‘s bitch
you might fucking drowned

this is the king 
watch me do my thing
watch me hold it down 
smoking loud 
one blunt at a time
watch me smoke a pound 

mixin sounds 
making money moves
watch me fuck around
everything 
i was dreaming bout
damn-near got it now 

all those nights 
i would stay up late 
an everyone passed out 
takin chances 
even in these shoes
you couldn’t take this route 

it’s ironic 
how i’m always out 
an ain’t ever run out
my blood, sweat, and tears
find it in the grout 
you know what i’m bout

couple shooters
they was shootin shots
never took me out
had some homies
they ain’t with us now
started having doubts 

i’m the one
if i talk about, 
then i be about
park the whip 
backwards in the spot
i’m never backing out

I don’t play around 
strictly business now 
that’s what I’m about
i graduated
from the playground 
talkin cap & gown

Raise the price 
cuz we in a drought
ain’t no more in town
fuck these clowns
recording in the attic 
I ain’t coming down

50Gs 
and a half a pound
i could flip a frown 
call the pound 
i’ma scoop my dawg
finna make em proud

roll a bean
pour a 4 of lean
ain’t tryna feel a thing
lost my dawg
and my G
in the same fuckin week

money on my mind 
i cain’t even fall asleep 
pop an addy 
call that fast cash
i’m feelin like a geek 
 
fiendin somethin strong 
i just told em
“don’t be weak”
lost Derrike last December 
that shit,
hit me hella deep

that boy just like my brother
that shit brought me to my knees
i ain’t tryna lose another
we just tryna get this cheese

put the city on my back
bitch, i feel like hercules
been movin hella weight 
watch me do this shit with ease

cookin dope
check the beat 
this shit 4hundred degrees 
i bet i sell it all 
once i let it hit the streets 

i could sell wool
to a muhfuckin sheep
check the growth 
bitch, i came up 
from the cracked concrete 

slippin on my yeezys
that’s me lacin up my cleats 
i’m the goat 
breakin swishers
ain’t a damn thang sweet

drippin in this Bape
ain’t a damn thang cheap
paid the price all my life
from the street to the suite 
and it’s just an extra bed,
and a balcony with seats 
 
don’t play my muhfucka 
unless it’s over beats
and even then 
you still got eggshells, 
underneath your feet

i been about the grind
every day of the week
fuck around and type “Em” 
when i meant to type “Me”
….
fuck around and type “Em” 
when i meant to type “Me”

Make Em Proud

Sally

SOMETHING'S FINNA MANIFEST FROM ALL THESE RHYMES

Churchill Downs Freestyle

Continuing the story, the lost soul searches for answers. It's still, 'Fuck The System!' There's multiple ways to make a dollar. Deciding to break away from the cycle, the best decision I could've made. It's obvious who I am. I'm the man on a mission. Hopefully, you can find yourself along the way. But be warned. I'ma be straight with you. This ain't the bandwagon. This is my commitment. This is my dedication. This is my faith. This is my loyalty. This is 812 FOR LIFE!

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