Letter to My Brother Freestyle" is a deeply emotional track that anchors the Heat Behind the Covers EP. This heartfelt piece explores themes of loyalty, personal struggle, and the bonds of brotherhood while also reflecting on the pain of lost lovers. The artist's raw and introspective lyricism takes listeners on a journey through love, loss, and self-discovery, blending vulnerability with resilience.

The mellow yet haunting instrumental provides the perfect backdrop for the artist’s reflective verses, balancing sharp wordplay with poignant storytelling. As part of this three-song EP, it captures the duality of strength and fragility, leaving listeners with a powerful sense of connection and catharsis.


Letter 2 my brodda Freestyle

Lyrics:

(Fuck you ran on it)
(Nigga fuck you stand on it)

(Yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
(Ooo)

I don't give a damn nigga
Nigga fuck you stand on it (Yeah, yeahh)
He talk crazy we ran on him
I count bread throw a band on him
Yeah we on top of the gang we planned on it
Glock finna burn finna leave a whole tan on him
Chop got a beam and a flame no hands on it
Walking on that block to your crib we ran on it (Hahh)
Playing with my gang nigga know you ain't stand on it

Yeah drive in that bitch on random
Yeah I'm going on ghost like phantom
Yeah you acting like a kid throwing tantrums
Yeah we pull up on the block jumping high gonna land on it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I ain't wasting no time nigga stand on it (Ooo)
Yeah I don't fuck with broke niggas put a band on him
Showing out the world on my grind got a plan for him
Yeah ima say it for the time you in danger
Yeah I can't save that hoe ain't a ranger
Yeah you tryna press me get folded like paper
Yeah you better watch out for your hoe ima take her
All that bark no bite know it's what you make it
Yeah I'm floating on the mic finna make them bangers
Yeah I'm hanging with my boy at the stu in Atlanta
Finna sign all they mixtapes know they all fanned out
When I pulled up to the function know they all done ran out (yeahh)
You in danger
You know I ain't keeping shit sweet don't say it
Yeah I'm bout to feed a nigga glock bodega
You ain't see the signs she from hell from satan
Yeah I'm spending all the guap everyday can't take it
You play with me get cooked up like bacon
Frying in the pot stir fry gonna bake it
You hating on my grind all the way you in danger

(Yeahhh)
(Yeahhhuh)
(Ooooo)
(Ooooo)
(Ahhhhh)
(Drive in a bitch on, yeah drive in a bitch on random yeah)
(Drive in a bitch on random yeah)
(Drive in a bitch on random yeah)

I don't give a damn nigga
Nigga fuck you stand on it (Yeah, yeahh)
He talk crazy we ran on him
I count bread throw a band on him
Yeah we on top of the gang we planned on it
Glock finna burn finna leave a whole tan on him
Chop got a beam and a flame no hands on it
Walking on that block to your crib we ran on it (Hahh)
Playing with my gang nigga know you ain't stand on it
Yeah drive in that bitch on random
Yeah I'm going on ghost like phantom
Yeah you acting like a kid throwing tantrums
Yeah we pull up on the block jumping high gonna land on it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I ain't wasting no time nigga stand on it (Ooo)
Yeah I don't fuck with broke niggas put a band on him
Showing out the world on my grind got a plan for him (Hahhh)

Danger

LoudHouse(@bayoubrazy @icami  @vendrbeats)

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"Fake Friends" Juice WRLD (Prod. by JuicyTheKidd & Noah)

155 BPM
Key: G Minor

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"Fake Friends" Juice WRLD (Prod. by JuicyTheKidd & Noah)

not my favorite song but I'm emptying the vault of old songs, newer ones sound so much better so bear with me I'm learning how to do everything myself🖤, gonna try to post again next week<3 p.s rip wifiskelton

Danger

Kyrie