"BEEN ON THiS BUMPY & DUSTY ROAD SiNCE THE EARLY AGES"


Back On My Rap Bag Again & This Time It  Was Only To Set The Record Straight. Another Hardcore Verse From Maneuver, Mentioned That He's Real The One Of Them Ones "I'm Best In The A, No Debate That's A Fact".

"Serving FiENDZ & The FELONIEZ With Bars & The Melodies
They Know That I'm Really HIM, Maneuver Got The Remedy"

Devour 

FiENDZ & FELONiEZ

I hope u enjoy this song !!! 🖤🤍🖤🤍

y u play w/me? (why?)
but it hurt like hell(hell)

panicattacks (Sheepy)

Flipp

HILLS K33P WATCH (Prod. Flymee)

Hey , WhatsDaVibes . prod Noevdv

ZooStone - Hope so

Ti guardo andare via
Mentre attraversi la strada
Nessuna magia
Ormai non sei più mia
(Semmai lo sono stata)

Cercare di cavare
sangue da una rapa
No, non fa per me
Per me
Non ho più tempo da perdere

Carattere difficile
Ti fai mille menate
Volevo un po’ di coccole
Ma sei insopportabile

Tornare insieme no,
non avrebbe un senso
Lo so Oh oh
Però, in fondo alla mia anima, c’è ancora qualcosa che brucia per te, per te, per te
Forse si chiama amore-eh-eh
(che brucia per te)

Chiaro che
Alla tua età
dovresti assumerti
qualche responsabilità
(oltre alle sostanze)

Inutile sperare
che tu possa cambiare
sai fare solo male
mi sento proprio male

Tornare insieme no,
non avrebbe un senso
Lo so oh oh Però…
Però, in fondo alla mia anima, c’è ancora qualcosa che brucia per te, per te, per te
Forse si chiama amore-eh-eh
(che brucia per te)

…

Chiaro che
Alla tua età
dovresti assumerti
qualche responsabilità
(oltre alle sostanze)

Inutile sperare
che tu possa cambiare
sai fare solo male
mi sento proprio male

Tornare insieme no,
non avrebbe un senso
Lo so, Però…
Però, in fondo alla mia anima, c’è ancora qualcosa che brucia per te, per te, per te
Forse si chiama amore-eh-eh
(che brucia per te)

Forse si chiama Amore

FakeU7777 - Forse si chiama Amore (Free Download) ITALIAN

Chill song for smoke sesh🍃🪵 

Follow my ig @theonlymeech

Calling Backwoods

Jace think he tough, he not like that in real life
Keep on telling fables, let’s go get the story right
I’m gon’ dump some info just to fucking get ‘em right
They say you adopted, is that lil story right? 
You in Indiana, you ain’t know no one from Chicago
This shit a 1 on 1, stop mentioning all them boys you still follow
He think he on one, just cause he gon’ do some no auto
He think he made some, everything you do, bitch, he follow
Stay on topic, bitch
I ain’t ever touch no kids
Shit was a troll and Ray admitted
You standing on some baseless shit
Prove that age, lil bitch, she did
Prove my innocence, bitch, I did 
Lil boy, you an image demon, you ain’t ever stand on shit
Talk about the situation, just don’t cap ‘bout it
Pillow talking, just to later go and cap ‘bout it
This shit really up in Chi Town, let’s see who 'bout it
Jace a lil fucking schizo boy, and I don’t doubt it
Yeah, dissing Suki, other day you wanted him back
Yeah, glazing Miylo in them DMs, I think you the fag
Yeah, don’t think I forgot how you pulled up right in them rags
Yeah, give a fuck if I can’t drive, I’ll call ya bitch a cab
Reconnected with Midnxght
Got nobody else by yo side
Found out you were begging for connections, that shit make me cry
Stand by this statement, all my life
Jace, you need to fucking die
Making up them lil statements cause you wanted out the life
Yeah, I ain’t ever touch no kids and you know that, yeah
The proof right in yo face bitch, you need to go back, yeah
There ain’t no more that I could say and you know that, yeah
How come they all gon’ take my side? Let me know that, yeah
He was capping ‘bout not knowing ‘bout what lifelessgarments did
Beefing with him, then a week later, you buying his lil shit
This little kid got some fake morals for the image
Mad as fuck, ‘cause we was clowning you for bumping Vicious 
Made his life a scrimmage
Egotistical and narcissistic, how this shit is
You say you bipolar, right?
Go take yo motherfucking meds
That lil boy whipping a shit box
Had to drive you to the pad
I put up $80, you did half
Just gon’ brag about that cash
Keep on bragging ‘bout how you just had that 2.5 in cash
So, where was that lil shit at?
Tell me, where that shit was at?
Ain’t show you the stick right in the trunk, cause you would flex it for the ‘Gram
Yeah, that shit you put right on your song my Master Track, yeah
And fuck them screenshots that you showing, shit don’t track
Yeah, kept on backtracking, only thing you know how to do
If it’s war you want, then keep on posting ‘bout me, dude
If it’s war that you want, then I’ll just call Azi now
Keep dissing all your prods that really fucking gave you your sound
Keep making new accounts to post up on your story right now

Real Life / Coppin Pleas ft. azirockout (prod. Kasket)

[Intro]

2wo-
Swag messiah

[Chorus]

Damn, lil' bro try to jack my swag, get shot down
Bitches wanna have my name up in they mouth
Bitches talkin' down, I can't hear a thing
Bitches talkin' down, gon' let that choppa sing
Damn, I might go insane, they won't know none
I might blow my mind, have a coma
Too much pills, not enough self-control, yeah
Laughin' to the bank, ha ha ha, I don't know you

[Verse 1]

I might fight a bitch over bands
I don't play, and
When I fight, I don't use no hands
Get your strap up
She ain't fuck with me, I steal her mans
Time to wrap it up
She screamin' my name like a chant (2wo, 2wo, 2wo, 2wo, 2wo)
I think she a fan
Count my racks every day
I might put my brother in some brand new swag
Bitch look at me, confused
Like she askin', "How sway?" (How sway?)
Bad bitch hit my line, like, each and every day

[Bridge]

How you gon' fuck with me if you don't know my name
I want you bad 'cause you always on my brain
Poppin' pills just so I don't go insane
Should I blow my brains out, or change my name?

[Verse 2]

Feelin' lucky, yeah, I might just throw the dice one time
Gettin' high, I think I'm seeing the sky in my mind
Russian roulette, put the barrel right between my eyes
I'm not screwin', might as well get lit 'fore I die

[Chorus]

Damn, lil' bro try to jack my swag, get shot down
Bitches wanna have my name up in they mouth
Bitches talkin' down, I can't hear a thing
Bitches talkin' down, gon' let that choppa sing
Damn, I might go insane, they won't know none
I might blow my mind, have a coma
Too much pills, not enough self-control, yeah
Laughin' to the bank, ha ha ha, I don't know you

[Verse 3 - czo?]

I don't know you
Bitch I pop the fuckin' bean
Talkin' shit through your phone, livin' through the screen
I'm not Travis Scott, but that lil' bitch she a Fein
I'm a money maker, I don't take that shit that's free
Bitch, I'm sippin' on some Tris, yeah, I'm sippin' lean
She went to another man, he not big as me
That bitch was just a fan
Agree to disagree
Bitch, I pulled off in the ghost, like a mystery

[Chorus]

Damn, lil' bro try to jack my swag, get shot down
Bitches wanna have my name up in they mouth
Bitches talkin' down, I can't hear a thing
Bitches talkin' down, gon' let that choppa sing
Damn, I might go insane, they won't know none
I might blow my mind, have a coma
Too much pills, not enough self-control, yeah
Laughin' to the bank, ha ha ha, I don't know you

laughin w czo?

BIg Stacks prod.1jowisen

forever ethereal, ♡
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