Instrumental is dope. Dope flow too 👌🏽 Keep up the good work!

LYRICS:

Wake up
Then I get my cake up
You ain’t smoking big sacks
Pockets slim, on pay cut 
These niggas be clowns and they ain’t even got the makeup 
Hair got long like Fabio now these hoes wanna make up

Hair band swag, no rockabilly 
Walked to school, I’d bop a milli
From the south, no not from Philly 
Off the wall, not off a pilly 

Jacket like I’m often chilly
Pop you if you talking silly 
Jocking D, you hopping dilly 

Fuck out my face
I need a blunt

Used to be timid, now I love to stunt
Ain’t tryna stress on the first of the month
Run it on 4th I don’t know how to punt 
Sipping on something that’s making me slump

Suddenly I’m off a sedative 
All of my days start to feel so repetitive 
Ain’t really hitting like people been said it is
Stuck to my craft couldn’t be more imbedded in

Wake up
Then I get my cake up
You ain’t smoking big sacks
Pockets slim, on pay cut 
These niggas be clowns and they ain’t even got the makeup 
Hair got long like Fabio now these hoes wanna make up

LETS GET BACK TO THIS CAKING

Real Sane ft. CASiMiRx

communicate, the other side_demo 08/2022

Changed(feat.A-Boy, AV Supreme,Lil Dutchy & P-Jay)

Lies Fmaj 123 [prod. AceLavine x MartiGoingGlobal]

furnace

Treat me like a bitch, then you pull up in a fast car  
I know you really rich, so we’re driving like a nascar
You leave me in the past, don’t act like you fucking best yeah 
Feeling i won’t last, girl, just leave me here to rest yeah

Treat me like a bitch, then you pull up in a fast car  
I know you really rich, so we’re driving like a nascar
You leave me in the past, don’t act like you fucking best yeah 
Feeling i won’t last, girl, just leave me here to rest yeah

I could die tonight and no one even notice, i could book a flight, but you’re no more my purpose
Lying all alone and feeling really worthless, no one wants to see, but my feelings on the surface
I be on my own, i be acting really wordless, don’t act like you care, don’t act like you are really nervous
Don’t call my phone and don’t come to my home, i wanna be alone, you should leave me all alone hoe

Treat me like a bitch, then you pull up in a fast car  
I know you really rich, so we’re driving like a nascar
You leave me in the past, don’t act like you fucking best yeah 
Feeling i won’t last, girl, just leave me here to rest yeah

Treat me like a bitch, then you pull up in a fast car  
I know you really rich, so we’re driving like a nascar
You leave me in the past, don’t act like you fucking best yeah 
Feeling i won’t last, girl, just leave me here to rest yeah

Treat me like a bitch, then you pull up in a fast car  
I know you really rich, so we’re driving like a nascar
You leave me in the past, don’t act like you fucking best yeah 
Feeling i won’t last, girl, just leave me here to rest yeah

Look up

https://youtu.be/bKzrRM-7CdY

Composer : Muhammad Gregorian Ghodzali
Artist : Werewolf Boy
Prod. by : Gre88
Lyric : Muhammad Gregorian Ghodzali, William Leonard Roberts II
Title : Def R
Lyric

Rowstrap even though left less
Ceremony failed either though DefJam
Making me warned wish me dem salem
Roasted on boy making love berzine
Rhythm makes me dope fasting lone down wet
Risking the mandible whisky my dope brand
and drowning vibe with these

Vibe with these

Your torment never stop watching me suck your self
Me the blend for any races
In the whole sand
The man which neither have owned the game prospocaholic rhythm god

In term Val is von ido mat man

Who's the Gerald is G
On flexing capitol bone silit dog so bark on dog tor me in dope west on dept
Hailey for double U in deck throat cutting depth in def we pray
The lack me boy shit in them win the notes
risk my doubts
Bout you the mess
Finally i could compares your boy to my dick damn so wet lit be warning inside yourself
You paying the witchcraft for dept
On death list bitch
War to my ex so bled in wept in t-rex
Road on black so dept on deck

On deck timex my own rap
On the wack on lap
With that the bad so sad
On that less beg on met drown
That hymn that diss that find that wasted
And dope wine that on that so thats

I mean like woah
Sippin the tea i mean like woah
Making the shit i've been like woah
Tipsy dipsy i mean like woah
Yin on yang shit i mean like woah
Shit on me
Bitches waiting my game on my rhapsody
Flex the fake shit lamb i got honey
Making my boo the western fuck sadly

Damn

I told my sister to live again
It seems her best friend knows better about The Jam
My friend the best boy beast Logic known all the game
The Anselm Salomon von Rothschild is on the game
You DJ wasted woah I'm not bad but I'm the man
Tell me who she now lacking mind in the wish for the go my own term
I fucking lone but my decision torn on them
the wish been end
And now i have my sister smile butt she is she
And betty only mind on me thats satisfactory think on me now
Outalame

I'm the wrist for your man before you broke in term
And now on game
You in my game
Or I'm the man
Damn

Def R (feat. Rick Ross) [Original Ver.]

Suenxmi's Interlude

A slow, deep rap-drum track driven by heavy 808s and crisp hi-hats at 70 BPM.  
A heart drawn on frosted glass becomes a fragile, repeating emblem of love.  
Images of melting ice, dawn light, and remembered warmth blend into hopeful longing.  
The chorus is a simple, poetic refrain — a small letter carrying breath and heat.  
Sparse, atmospheric production frames an intimate, reflective vocal delivery.

Look up

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