Da Warmup (Mixtape) (March 2024-

Man In Me (Prod By LoveBaker)

Creature Under The Floorboard (ft. Eazy Mac)

yaadan teriyan

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Lyrics

I got some needs
I need the money like i need to breathe
I gotta make it, I'm one of a breed
No-one in streets got balls to free, from poverty 
I know, I'm mean
I'm in my zone, so i don't believe
Haters bark, I don't pay even a penny
I gotta spit many of marvellous things
Know this, I really can control the strings
Game is all set and is mine for taking
I got some time shit on em, diss em so
Fuck all them haters and what they saying
You might say that I'm really so cringe
Until u know what a joy it brings
To me, to you, and if we sing, come on now!
Brings money in

Staright outta suburb
I have this urge to change my life for better, for once
I'm 27, I'm not really done
I've just started this game for fun
I wanna stun all of them people who used to say that I'm nothing but dumb
I wanna front all of my fears to hear my fans when they cheer me up
But it ain't enough, i have a gun
And i want a woman to make her all numb
Know it's a pun, but I'm very blunt 
I'm not a gangster, I'm just a bum
I wanna clear that i have some obstacles here in my way to overcome 
I used to be anxious 'bout asking a woman 
Now i just ask as if she's a slut
This ain't no way to 'proach a lady
She might be a hoe, when I'll spit my dough
I've hussled alot, i want my spot in this game
I slutter right now but i left the pot, now it's my turn to rock you
Making her scream and making her dream to sleep with me, may this be true

I started from nothing, I'm hustling
One life, gotta be winning
Tryna make it big outta nothing
I feel my haters be grinning
They be hoping, that I'm here sitting and wishing 
But these bars I'm spitting
Till my last breath is finished, I'll be doing it
No more no's, I am trying, I'm proving, can't deny it
Searching for something like money, like fame and
I'm a star in the making, gotta do it, ain't no debating 

Sitting in porch and writing, these quality bars 
I'm fighting within myself to get a better voice
Mumble ain't a choice 
These new rappers make no meaning but make hella noise
I have this hearty wish, when i spit, i just wanna make her moist, yeah
I started writing when i was a lad
My friends know that I'm born to rap
I can write bars but in rap, I'm bad
I'm working on it, that's why I'm glad
I want that crown, i never had
I hate people who don't understand 
Can't stand me if i show my wraith 
A lone wolf from the start, no cap
A real deal
Tell me how u feel
This my sex appeal 
Now don't conceal
What u think
I can change my flow in a blink
I'm not focused after a drink
You might find my raps a cringe
Gimme some time

'Cause I started from nothing, I'm hustling
One life, gotta be winning
Tryna make it big outta nothing
I feel my haters be grinning
They be hoping, that I'm here sitting and wishing 
But these bars I'm spitting
Till my last breath is finished, I'll be doing it
No more no's, I am trying, I'm proving, can't deny it
Searching for something like money, like fame and
I'm a star in the making, gotta do it, ain't no debating
Patiently waiting 

star in the making by sid da shayr

Ebk Jaaybo - Nice Morning unreleased

Monday and vibe remix 🧏🏿‍♂️🧏🏿‍♂️ nemzzz on hood

nemzzz on hood #rap #hoodtrap

As i started this rap game
No pain, no gain, was my motto, hope u understand
I'm just a rapper in the age of 27, no ease given
Even my mother ain't my fan, like damn
Gotta work on my breath
Gotta work on my depth whatever i write
See time is money, maybe more than that
So I'm investing my money in this art, i lack
I'll get whatever i want and I'm sure of that
But may i get it 'fore my 30's, that would be great
Infact, i should brag about my love of rap
And i state that i started spitting at a young age
This ain't true, it's a lie but who cares
When you reach on the top of the game, you dare
I used to be a shy kid, yeah
I used to smoke, when mamma caught me, i denied it
I was caught a several times and i tried to quit 
Thankfully I've servived it
I used to think 'bout many things, yeah
Even now I'm a night thinker, like
What should i do to make money and earn respect
How should i make her pussy wet, in an instant 
Is there a way to live life with no regrets 
Why did cole took back his diss from the net, like damn
I'm the man, he used to say, now i doubt it
Anyways, let's not talk about it, as no point to be rowdy
Right now, I'm just a rapper from a small town, tryna make it big
I won't quit, may i die doing this shit
I was lost when i was young, doing things that were dumb
Like smoking 'til my throat got numb
Had to cope with it, as the time i wasted
Was too precious like a life of a little child
I killed it! Damn on me, on my younger self
The truth is, i wanted a girlfriend, no wealth
But girls want money, and money want some real dirt
So i had to kill my inner child to survive on this earth
Since birth I'm longing for a loving touch
Not like my mother's but of others like a rush of blood
I'm so fucking tired of this shit like living in a same place
Watching same faces, that doesn't give a damn
I am what i am, i can't fake it 
Can make a million outta rupee, you know the game
I'm born in a middle class family, no shame
But for late start of the game, can't blame me man
My father was too lazy to work, was a bum
My mother was the female version of Hitler
Till date, I'm living with them, under the same roof
Can't stand living with them, is the truth
But i wanna do something for them, when i would win
In this rap game, when money starts coming in
Said i wanna do something for them, when i would win
In this rap game, when money starts coming in
From within, I'm a strong dude, but from outside
I'm seen as an insecure guy, who wanna hide
His emotions, potential, scars and his pride
But reality is, haven't found no-one to stay beside
Besides, i just wanna share my heart out
To someone special, who knows all about
My inner struggles, sacrifices, insecurities
She must have gone through all this, could relate with me
I'm a freak, i just knock out, if i see any pussy
Like i charm with my talks, if i can't sleep with her 
So my special lady should have that persona in her
Whatever she commands, i say yes sir
Man, i got this urge to set myself free
In this game, in my lady, all i mean
I maybe mean, but a good guy at heart
Everybody used to say it, when i was in my teens
I was lost, smoking green, don't know where had i been
In my mind, to really progress, i wasn't so keen
Till i left this shit and starting focusing on myself
Now I'm on the right path, to make some wealth
It ain't nothing if we can't make our health good
Spritual, mental and physical, like we should 
Money's nothing if we can't make our health good
Spritual, mental and physical, like we should, yeah

renegade freeverse by sid da shayr (lyrics in description)

Going through my worst days to get something good
I'm a known boy in my neighborhood
I hit the beat, i run the streets 
I bring the heat
In my cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats
Hit the ball, they know it all, everybody stares
I don't give a damn, I don't really care, ey!
I hit the beat, i run the streets 
I bring the heat
In my cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats

Gotta make it to the top of the game for sure
I'm a grown ass man, but I'm not matured
My thoughts are fucked and my heart is pure
Mama, come and save me, if u know the cure
So sexual, you're flexible
Professional, drinking x&o
Whoa! I don't really know what to say, or where to go
Using bars from the rap of low
Maybe I'm not that smart, I'm slow
With me, u can be cool, you'll glow
I can tell u this thing for sure
I'mma say that i prefer u no clothes
I stay away from catfishes and hoes
I keep my hustle up, just for the dough
I spit the truth, only god knows
So right now

Going through my worst days to get something good
I'm a known boy in my neighborhood
I hit the beat, i run the streets 
I bring the heat
In my cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats
Hit the ball, they know it all, everybody stares
I don't give a damn, I don't really care, ey!
I hit the beat, i run the streets 
I bring the heat
In my cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats

Baby, all i want is you and a beat
Doesn't matter if u make it on your own
I just wanna listen to it on repeat
Better make a video of it on your phone
One step, come on, two steps, come on
Three steps, come on, hold ya breath, come one
What u think, baby girl, this game no easy
So u better be choosy
I told u, if i ever hold u
I need to control u, like a poster, i need to fold u
Might come to your home, when u alone
We can try many things, like they do on the porn
It's on u, i never felt this before u
Heaters may push u or scorn u
But I'm here and always for u
To adore u

Going through my worst days to get something good
I'm a known boy in my neighborhood
I hit the beat, i run the streets 
I bring the heat
In my cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats
Hit the ball, they know it all, everybody stares
I don't give a damn, I don't really care, ey!
I hit the beat, i run the streets 
I bring the heat
In my cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats

Oh baby! u just drive me crazy
Those bums hypnotize, I'm telling no lies
The way u shake them thighs
I just can't deny, u the main prize, that i prioritise
If u want me, gotta be greedy
Gotta feed me like a baby
Act like a mama to me, lady
I may dirt around, maybe
I wouldn't stop, make it drop
This mixtape for u to cope
I believe that I've some scope
Even now i do drugs daily? nope!

Going through my worst days to get something good
I'm a known boy in my neighborhood
I hit the beat, i run the streets 
I bring the heat
In my cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats
Hit the ball, they know it all, everybody stares
I don't give a damn, I don't really care, ey!
I hit the beat, i run the streets 
I bring the heat
In my cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, cleats, c'mon!







Cleats By Syd Da Shayr (Lyrics in description)

Joint in the Mountains

Krazy (feat. Tragik)

Back Steps (Prod. Jay.El)

30's October: week 1

-Performed by 30
-Mixed and Engineered by 30
-Produced by LCS
-Art by 30

untitled freestyle

untitled freestyle (prod. LCS)

2Pac - Letter to The President  (feat. OUTLAWZ & Big Syke) (Original Version)

"Focus get your money right, stay up when the sun go down, If you workin' Day and Night your share will surely come around."
This is too my friends chasing their dreams.

Cleats By Syd Da Shayr (Lyrics in description)

sYd da shaYr

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