I Have never put a song on replay until this song!!

It’s okay. Good song for long trainrides

Isso é ao vivo e ele toca o piano agora me fala um cara jovem ai dessa geração de rap q é assim nivel tecnico é sureal slk surra sem autotune

Kodjo

Yamê bécane

Yamê - Call of Valhalla

Yamé-becane live

LAFA - Yamê Bécane

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GREATER[originally produced by YLL GRYM @INIKO

Luidji - Miskine (Slowed and Reverb)

S.L.A.B -Pimpin

lyrics:
I say Sex, Money, Power
With Love on this route will
Devour Willpower
And screen time just sour

***Side Note: These first four lines are an alteration of "If I Die 2Nite" by Tupac: "They say p**sy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols." I love his flow and knowledge on that song. But the literal context of the song is one that I can not speak on the behalf of--that is, growing up in the hood. I grew up in a safe neighborhood of Madison, WI. So I made my own take on that verse, with deference to Tupac's original lyrics. Thanks for reading! Now, back to the lyrics:

I'm stepping outside
I wasted my time
While angels put many hours
For me since my baby shower 
I wished I asked how you
Worked in the background
I fronted the past but
The maniac back now
I'm confrontin' the past habits
School shit, was bad at it
But did some mathematics
Boosted my grade average

Still, I'll be forever indebted
Learning, although I had said it
Vengeance is venom
I'm bleedin' effort in cleansing resentment
Shakin the room if I let it
Show you a boss and cadet's kinetic
But I need connection
When it's a mutual friendship 

But, what's a friend?
What the fuck's a lover?
'fore I try and love a woman
Needa love my mother
Needa love myself
If I want close brothers
Open up closed doors
Even when I cannot utter
Another word I like
Cuz it's not about me

I can spit shit that sounds astounding
I am not square but not well rounded
If you love me, then commit
No middle groundin'
Acknowledge my privilege
And inadvertent pride
No copin' on bikes
I lately feel like
A blade of grass, that ain't a jack
Thing in madison winters
But I'm winnin'
Countin'dinners
Countin' blessings in my sentiments
Instead of in my sentences
I'll trigger second senses 

Just another Blade Of Grass
And I'm sittin'
Hard to outweigh a class
As a citi(zen)
Sinnin' but not repeatin' my sentence
I'm writin' my songs to live when I'm ended
How do I love one
When I don't even know em?
How do I respect
If I don't even show it?
How do I act fair
When I'm born with a role?
Needa rank up
So, with the punches I roll 

Jus' another blade of grass
Diggin' up blades of grass
Lemme not brake the gas
Lemme not throw it away 

Luh' the word trauma it gon'
Solve all of my problems
Bitch, I got all the answers
Y'all don't gotta offer 'em
Bitch, this is my offerin'
I'm often discardin'
Why I do 'dis music shit?
I hate it
Shit, I oughta quit 

(Oughta quit)
'Ppreciate my roof as I eat slow
(Slow)
I can't say 'dat shit, so I sing notes
(Slow)

*the rest of the song is freestyled*

Yamé-becane live

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