i love this song so much u got no idea. so i remixed it in the style of medasin with my own flare here and there :)

upgrade - r i c o remix

Don't Mind Me Ft. Cruel Cat (That's It Remix)[Prod. Wheezy]

All original beats and remixes.
I'll give you the track id if you ask nicely.

December 16, 2023 Spokeasy Beat Set

JUSTIN BIEBER - YUKON (NEW NO. 1 REMIX w/ @keyofdrew)

i just wanna stay in bed with you all day playing the new zelda game, bless

breath ft. merlyn wood

frida

Release date:
2021
P-line:
℗ 2021 Rickyjreyes
C-line:
© 2021 Rickyjreyes

Beetz Lyrics -
I be making beets on a Saturday
Ay 
I be making beats on a Saturday
Ay
I be making beets on a Saturday
Ay
I be making beetz

I be making beetz on a Saturday
So much money on this track and I ain't even gettin paid
He be talking smack and he ain't even gettin laid
Sticks and smash we crash
Moving too fast
Flyin first class
Smoking sideways
Going all the way
Gettin all the fade
I go all day
Going latitude 
I give 25 for that gratitude 
You be making plans and you can't even follow through 
Get outta my face with that mother fuckin attitude
Everything at stake
Make sure it's seasoned
No mistakes 
Eat that cake 
All vegan
Running through the tapes 
Looking through my sequels 
All your shit smells dirty like my prequel
Fuck an album up cuz I'm single
Everything I need is my people

I be making beets on a Saturday
Ay 
I be making beats on a Saturday
Ay
I be making beets on a Saturday
Ay
I be making beetz

I been doing work with no play 
I been working with no pay
Give me a reason to stand up
Doesn't everybody need a backup
I'm captivated 
I cracked up smacked up
Beated battered and trapped up
Whatcha you're doin
Whatcha you're doin now
Whatcha you're doing now is never enough 
You know life ain't that tough
Throwing a fit I'm throwing a tantrum
Throwing shade like I'm Cam Newton
On the Panthers 
I'll be doing damage 
Someone you can't manage 
Got that home field advantage
I'll be doin a dance for ya
Don't you gotta be a fan first
Cursed with that black magic
I'm init now pushed to the limit
Put you in a trance for minute
Won't you get it 
Won't you get it
Once you get it
Once you get it Om

I be making beets on a Saturday
Ay 
I be making beets on a Saturday
Ay
I be making beets on a Saturday
Ay
I be making beetz

Beetz

They like to say I’m overreacting 
It’s a habit, to speak with a passion 
I was burning and crashing tell me where did your ass went. Past tense. You left me heart broken I was down to my last sense 
Back when 
Emotions were packed in. Actin. Like I ain’t never had shit, Ramen and cabbage 


Hear the pain in my rapping 
It’s the reason I’m Snapping 
There no need for the cappin 
Let me lead I’m the captain 
Let me be your enchantment 
Being me is an advantage 
I could be a classy fucker but I like to get ratchet 

Now am I doing too much, or am I doing the most 
I’m either stuck in a rut, or you don’t like how I boast 
I either don’t give a fuck, or give a fuck till it’s broke 
I’m giving love that cuts, or showing hate that chokes 

But I guess we understand it when we finally reach our pinnacle 
In Till then imma keep up my ego down on the minimal 
Diversify perceptions and make sure the rhymes are criminal 
My baby giving pussy that make a nigga invincible 

An addict is what addict does my life is irresistible  
I’m mentally unstoppable so handsome in the physical 
I’ve wasted time on bitches these niggas raps is too pitiful 
Been told you I’m the greatest how da fuck this shit is trivial 

So now these niggas trying oh well it’s about time 
Not m worried about these niggas gettin I’m too busy getting mines

Oh My! (Prod. Madlib)

(Chorus)
Got a little bit of this
Got a little bit of that
I be smoking on the low
I be smoking to the max

I be smoking all the tree
I be smoking all the wax
Smoking till I can’t breathe
Bitch I think I need a nap

Got the munchies gotta feed
Girl you know I’m getting fat
Can we sit up on the swings
Watch a movie relax
Watch a movie relax
Watch a movie relax

(Verse 1)
It’s waking and baking there’s bacon
Where’s ak
You clean up the pans while I smoke up the pot
Switch with me yo you’ve been working a lot
Glass of OJ cause the day getting hot

Cruising low speeds while we roll up the ganja
Gander where you gig got nugs in the Honda
Say we at the movies cause we can’t tell your momma
Slow sip aqua playing big poppa

Hold that shit in cause I think I see a copper
Damn Mary Jane got me looking down at choppers
Blow mo drow in the snow imma wommpa
Eyes so low Chinese chief rocka

Change up the pace Take a blunt to the face I could skirt to your place we could post up at mine
Grind up the weed stole this lighter for free See the ice on the tree either way be high

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Maria it’s you that I love and I swear on black Jesus no one come above can not bring you round niggas cause niggas is sus bitch I smoke by the pound and it still ain’t enough

You chase away the blues, the tunes are always sounding better when I’m chilling with you, the food, is good, I would consume the mood assume the truth I knew but who

Gonna follow lil lames to the unknown
We ain’t gotta map and the shit is getting Cutthroat
Blowing Buddha all day louder than a Trombone
have the bong packed baby boo when I come home was uh though

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
These niggas can’t compete
Every sing a long that I make is a treat
Dripping in the sauce got my fit on fleek
Kush is my cologne so my coats all reek
Blowing loud all week

What’s better than this spit game? My dick game. Don’t misplace
Your faith with these niggas I promise they bitch-made don’t mistake this shit bang yo mixtape that shit stank it displayed your history of never ever coming close to rapping like me nigga I could wipe you off the map

swear she drop her panties every time I’m on a track
Mm
Telling me to play it while she rolling up a backwood
Then she let me have it I don’t even gotta ask
Her

Peter piper picked a pepper put it in her pretty Pussy
Sorry for the rapping but I’m glad that you are looking
Yeah my children getting hungry but the lamo done with cooking
Yeah A nigga back to Writing and these niggas wanna hook em

If I want it imma get it never sorry if I took it
I be spitting I be spitting why you think my teeth are crooked
I’m the Flyest nigga in it why my baby ass is cushioned
I was dying by the liquor now I’m living to the fullest

(Chorus)

Relax ft. Cruel Cat (Prod. A. Smith)

Twitter: @ACruelCat
IG: LamesSucks
A long way home:

(Verse 1)
I like my sneakers high top
Eyes with no eye drops
Raps before the mic drop
Laugh before my life stops

If it ain’t up to standards don’t give that shit a Green light
Too busy moving quickly but moving didnt Seems right
Had take a breather get it blunted on the sea side
Never stopped my writing getting better in the mean time

I needed some me time
I needed to me dive
I wanted to feel fine
But now I just feel life

I’ve danced with the devil Given death a kiss on the cheek
She handed me my trauma and whispered you are unique
Now pack up your belongings you’ve been inching for some weeks
I’ll see you much later but don’t forget to drink your tea

So I threw on my sweater, I pull my hood for the weather, lately the rain is much wetter, I told my mom I’ll do better.

But Why my life so December, without no presents remembered, I lost the glow in my embers, then all I saw was the terror

Lames

(Chorus)
We’ve come a long way
From rapping in the hallways
Being mad all day
Feeling sad always

It’s all about the small things
Answer when that phone rings
Happy that I own things
Happy that you chose me

X2

(Verse 2)
I made it back to the house
I poor that bottle right out
I had to live in the now
Too stuck on wondering how

Maybe you hated your karma or you’re too stuck in the drama a slave to chasing the commas or it’s the drinks getting taller the time was wasted a schol-

Wwwwwwww wait
I might fall in it again
But I’m dreaming in the shower wish I’m Ballin with my friends
But some brewskies when it’s raining for the Lamo been a trend
They’ve been waiting for answer what’s the Message that I send

Man I love y’all
Hating niggas fuck off and fall off
I’m on one
It’s Take two
I regroup and make do
I’m late dude but came through
That same dude is Lames cool
Okay cool let’s play through
I saved tunes might save you

I like my sneakers high top
Eyes with no eye drops
Raps before the mic drop
Laugh before my life stops
Proud of all that I got
Let it go the bygones
Rap the love the mics on
Spit this shit till I’m gone

(Chorus)
X2

A Long Way Home (Prod. TONE)

IG: LamesSucks
Twitter: @ACruelCat

Lyrics:
(Chorus)
Some mother fuckers always need their drank
Some mother fuckers always love that white
Some mother fuckers always need to be thanked
Some mother fuckers slways need to be right

But me?
I’m gross
Wanking off to baby while I head down slopes
Balance on speed with the cons and the pros
And If I ever crash then I’m back with my bro’s
Woah

(Verse)
Damn.
All of these niggas’ images scam
How you want beef and you can’t even spam
I dropped my bombs on the beat and I ran
Straight with the flow try to catch if you can

Woooww, you’re from LA?
Disrespect women sip lean everyday?
Bought a new watch tell me how much you make?
You talking shit tell it straight to my face!

I don’t got time for a nigga Trynna surf my wave that i made that’s a Hell no
I been Lames so long that Oshh Kosh Bgosh shoes with the Velcro
Its been a long way home I will admit that my mind once Just a Hell hole
Now I got godly raps well my soul attacks all written on my Cellphone

Telling my cult that back on the hunts I was never a baller but feel like I dunk now the lamo too stuck on the high Like I’m drunk see my life is too good like the pussy I munch

see your pussy is open for people like trump man I swear they the same they ain’t nothing but dumb let us kill off the colors and leave us with crumbs you don’t like what I’m saying don’t listen no scum

(Chorus)

It's Me, I'm Mother Fvckers (Prod. Hunts.)

i write for forever

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Beetz

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