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#skeptacore pt.5 (ryder refix)

#skeptacore pt.6 (ryder refix)

Skeptacore pt. 5 [No Sleep x The Beginning x Drill Beat] (prod. ZT Beats)

#skeptacore pt.9 (ryder refix)

real.

sampling from Flawed Mangoes

TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@flawedmangoes?lang=en

#skeptacore pt. 11 (paolovelessv2 mix)

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#skeptacore pt.15 (paolovelessv2 mix)

#skeptacore pt.16 (paolovelessv2 mix)

Made #Skeptacore pt. 6, ik it's not original but it was more of a production/mixing exercise for me and I liked how it turned out, so here it is...
Shout out Ryder for the inspo:   / ryder-587166959

Listen on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2znZ4LWBWb0

Gunman

#skeptacore pt.6  ft. Flawed Mangoes, Skepta

Staram

Artist: Stanley 
Produced by: Akaiiona




Lyrics: 

Catch a fade, hope your day went horribly. Set a walk up on that dude and leave em snoring comfortably. Kinda strange, why I feel I’m underpaid. Tongue is on that Wesson shit I let ‘em catch a couple strays. Andale, give a fuck, get out the way,  just how I’m feeling bitch you lame. Got no interest in a conversation talk my time away. Oh hooray, stomach hurt bitch I be laughing to the bank. Talk my shit if you don’t like it mothafucka catch a fade.


I ain’t sleep for days, okay, what is that about? Going through a phase so drained that’s a standard now, I’m acting out, gone hit her from the back until she passing out, we blacking out. Still wake in the morning super rational. That’s some boss shit, different kinda cockpit, i done took the high road plenty times that shits exhausting. Executive myself might turn a bedroom to an office, I took like every single fuck I ever had and then I tossed it. Out the window, business I go ten toes. I ain’t even check the time just like the way my wrist glow. I ain’t even check the time I’m dining with my bitch bro. An I ain’t even check the time, I’m anxious like I miss dose. Oh god, don’t let ‘em in the establishment, walk around I look glamorous, stickin out like an amethyst, bet I shine on a camera bitch. Pulling up on some pamper shit, not arrogant, I’m talented. I think above what is adequate, mapped it out like an analyst.



Catch a fade, hope your day went horribly. Set a walk up on that dude and leave em snoring comfortably. Kinda strange, why I feel I’m underpaid. Tongue is on that Wesson shit I let ‘em catch a couple strays. Andale, give a fuck, get out the way,  just how I’m feeling bitch you lame. Got no interest in a conversation talk my time away. Oh hooray, stomach hurt bitch I be laughing to the bank. Talk my shit if you don’t like it mothafucka catch a fade.


Take my kindness as a weakness well, that path a safer route. Bitch I don’t align it, spray and pray like what we aiming bout. Imma hit a target, shit regardless if I stake it out. A list of names I’ll run the fade before they put the tape around. Ah shit, i get nasty thats a bad habit, fuck around this black magic, wizard shouts to black sabbath. Rocking out a damn savage, she like the way I’m abstracting, sting em on my arachnid, floating bitch its something like Cassius. Money bag so low it touch the floor I call it knapsaggin. Saxophones, piano notes stuck in my head like band practice. Tend to stay behind because I’m worried bout the backstabbing. Never count me out, ya best be working on the mathematics. I get your shoulders poppin, clavicle. I’m killing shit genetically, this way before the cash involved. These mothafukin rappers sucking harder than vacuum rod. They sleeping at the set, that’s the only way you’re having nods. Reminiscing constant, where did I get offset. Smile wiped away, and bigger crowds just make me nauseous. Gin and tonic, draggin on some strong shit, got me unresponsive, giving brain like she thoughtless. Ya bitch made, quit ya fuckin barking, tell em sit stay. Woke up in the morning feeling it’s gone be a shit day. Smart kid, I got a lot of shit to cover, tell my interests which way, stacking my endeavours make a big pay. You can’t slay it like me, I’m on some toxic shit, I’m seeing through y’all vines need to bag IV, knock you out I’m some boxing shit, you tread lightly. Have you on the ground got you sayin na na please.

Catch a fade

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#skeptacore pt. 11 (paolovelessv2 mix)

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