Every Day hard fam no cap keep going on fire bro next up fasho🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

My next song to be replayed by me 24/7 in the house

Excellent track, great sounds and vocals, all perfectly assembled!

The key is calm, but the bass is recreating Hip Hop 🔥.
 DOPE. Great 🙏.

Save Myself (Prod. By Eem Triplin)

Nintendo (Prod. 808 Mafia)

Sick Meme (Prod. By Fewtile)

used to think a life with u, lonely days and working hours
ive been pushin, u been stallin, waiting for my downfall
im amaze on how ive been, lifes a roller coaster
cant believe the cost, i payed the price, i made a buck
now u nucking and u duckin, acting if i wasnt big enough
youll still be here in italy, i used to think ur kidding me
i remember, yea the kid in me, wanted big expensive things
now these prices look like little me, rocking when im up on stage
u still hatin like a bitch, weed up in my fucking face
baby u just want a taste, yea i see the face u make
cant believe i made a bag, life aint never been the same
went out every fucking night, yea we lighting all these blunts
baby when we start the party, got the cookout in the front
so everybody come in and join, u just looking kinda jealous
i see haterd in ur eyes, never wanted me to win
thats why imma be the man, used to look up to the stars
askin everyday for gifts, now im putting presents
in my christmas tree, diamonds blessin on the christmas eve
u be jealous getting like steve, worry about my green
still never got a bag, why u worry about my sack
yea carry my swag, my back gonna hurt, yea she see all the moeny
so she wants a purse, theyve been wanting on my fall
but imma stay, imma ball, raising up aint no checking out
why u looking, boy u stupid lame, this double cup now entertain
they just want old me, trynna do some verse, i aint never done once
now they talkin about this, where the sage that did this
still poppin some tags, slapping ass in the club
big bottles, they be drinkin alot, me i dont really do that
smoking man till the grave, hangin by a thread, its a chain
got my check, feed my fam, u aint done that, u a lame
i praise my lord, he blessing me, grinding hard i never sleep
what is rest, man fuck a break, if i dont hit goal
whats point of going home, bitches money and these drugs got me happy, thats lifestyle that they want, fashion money hair and jewlery
these my type favorite things, if i dont like her layers
i cant sit down and just eat in peace, why u dressin like a mess
i see first impressions as the key, no respect, than u lose yourself
please dont try to copy, riding waves, and on my dick
go and check yourself, u a fake, switch up bitch, stab ur mans
how u do it, i just cant, damn that sounds like bunch of bitches
when i flex my money, they say why u buy shit, if i had the money i aint doing it, think about it, u aint me so u dont do it, now if u immdete
u wont have my fucking my plate, u can never get my pay
even if we were just playing, youll still lose at ur own game
they still wanna take my name, they still think i got no chains
im amaze how yall be thinking, broke ur secrets, now its easy
ballin hard like every season, i see why they fucking hatin

Every Day [Prod. By Vast Nebula]

V. 𝘕𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘢 ★

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