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Joyner Lucas Type Beat | Trap Instrumental  - "7 Deadly Sins"

My take on a bigxthaplug type beat, lil freestyle for yall, sit back and enjoy the rhythm and wordplay.

Boston Freestyle (Official Audio)

Car Thoughts *demo/interlude

You can't catch me in tha foreignn! 💥⛈️

🔊🚘 Foreign

track liric:
Yo, j’entrelace mes pensées au tonnerre de la basse,
Ma plume devient laser, fend la fumée, le verre et la glace,
Glitch dans la matrice, mon cœur bat le rythme des foules,
Les syllabes font des saltos — la vérité parle sans cagoule,

Yo, I lace my thoughts with bass-line thunder, 
 Ink spills lightning, split the night asunder. 
I’m the glitch in the grid, pulse of the crowd, 
Wordplay acrobat, flipping truth out loud.
 Dreams on my sleeve, no ghostwriter pen, 
I carve my future in the beat—amen. 
From the static I rise, vinyl-dust phoenix, 
Flow so clean it rewrites the remix.




Beat knocks heavy like a heart in a drum,
City lights flicker—every bar is a crumb.
Turntables orbit, I’m conducting the stars,
Catch spark in the groove, leave a trail in the bars.
No entourage myth, just a craft and a plan,
Built from late-night drafts and the calloused hand.
Truth in my cadence, no costume, no tricks,
I tune the room’s pulse, then I sharpen the mix.

Stage smoke swirling, I’m a lighthouse beam,
Guide lost voices to the shore of a dream.
Cuts like a scalpel through the noise and the hype,
Let the kick write laws while the snares type.
Hunger in my lungs, purpose in my pitch,
Turn pain into gold with a crossfade switch.
When the crowd goes silent, I still won’t flinch—
I bend time on the beat till the seconds pinch.

Remix

I won't pay! 💸🫰

Switch Hitta 🦇

Lyrics

INTRO

I'm so used to being alone
Nobody hitting my phone
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody

CHORUS

I'm so used to being alone
Usually nobody hitting my phone
I don't want nobody in my zone
I just wanna be up on my own
Woah
Messing with me get him gone
Got a chain on my neck full of stones
I'm balling on niggas they cones
All this paper on me like a loan
I'm tough to the muhfucking bone
I'm a real one them niggas be clones
If they fake then we can't get along
Gotta put this shit out there I'm making it known

VERSE

Getting that money we add it up
Flexing on them until they done had enough
Boy we stuck at the top you can't battle us
Try to fuck with the squad we gon' splatter em
Like a chameleon I'm changing the pattern up
A normal civilian can't fuck with or challenge us
We ain't the same hell no we not balancing
Them niggas be lame them niggas be amateurs
Amateurs, amateurs
Animal, I'm an animal
I ran it up, I ran it up
No stamina, don't need stamina
Young nigga only worried bout the bread
Can't fuck with these hoes so I just want some head
Somebody fuck with us that nigga dead
Touch on the money my vision turn red

PRE-CHORUS

We'll do you wrong my niggas ain't scared of nothing
Whole lot of cash we ain't sharing nothing
They want my attention I don't seem to care enough
Talking my shit I ain't hearing them
I'm going off, off I ain't fearing them
I'm turning up, up they gon' hear it
Go to the top, top boy I'm serious
They want me to flop, flop

CHORUS

I'm so used to being alone
Usually nobody hitting my phone
I don't want nobody in my zone
I just wanna be up on my own
Woah
Messing with me get him gone
Got a chain on my neck full of stones
I'm balling on niggas they cones
All this paper on me like a loan
I'm tough to the muhfucking bone
I'm a real one them niggas be clones
If they fake then we can't get along
Gotta put this shit out there I'm making it known

VERSE

Imma get rich regardless
Niggas round me heartless
Can't no snake get in my garden
Don't get us started
Get the cash fill the bag bitch I'll get it all
Touch the cash let it blast boy we'll let it off
Say this and that but if you acting don't you get involved
I might crash cause I'm like that imma do shit how I want
Gather my bros imma put them all on for the money I fell in love
I can't go slow I'm stuck in this mode I will not give it up

PRE-CHORUS

We'll do you wrong my niggas ain't scared of nothing
Whole lot of cash we ain't sharing nothing
They want my attention I don't seem to care enough
Talking my shit I ain't hearing them
I'm going off, off I ain't fearing them
I'm turning up, up they gon' hear it
Go to the top, top boy I'm serious
They want me to flop, flop

CHORUS

I'm so used to being alone
Usually nobody hitting my phone
I don't want nobody in my zone
I just wanna be up on my own
Woah
Messing with me get him gone
Got a chain on my neck full of stones
I'm balling on niggas they cones
All this paper on me like a loan
I'm tough to the muhfucking bone
I'm a real one them niggas be clones
If they fake then we can't get along
Gotta put this shit out there I'm making it known

Making It Known (Prod. VEEDY ON THE BEAT X Prod. Olliver)

AFTERPARTY 🎈

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