This go hard I like the beat let’s put in work

This is dope I fw the vibe 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Damn bro I normally don’t listen to this but your flow is hard man

Just so you know. This is fire!! Just increase the volume of the voice

LIKE THAT !!!🥶💥

Tymaman feat U.Poet (beats by legion beats) mix and master by FellPeepz

We Vibin' [Prod. YoungKio]

"Rx" isn't just a song—it's my journey through the darkest corners of my mind, a raw chronicle of my battle with mental health. Each note is a testament to those nights staring at the ceiling, feeling numb from countless pills. The lyrics capture my daily struggle: disconnected from the world, losing myself, becoming a hollow shell. Breaking free from them and reflecting on that journey.

Black Rose Symphony

Torn

Lyrics below. 

Not for profit. Not for the assna fans. For the people.

Lyrics:
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad 
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs 
You mentioned my team, now deal with his dad 
I gotta go bad, I gotta go bad 

Mmm, mmm, yeah 
Drop, drop, drop, drop 
Drop some silverwave for the mob in the spot 
Drop some silverware, 89's all you got 
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG 
I was really, really tryna keep it PG 

If you had a set, they'd give your ass a trophy 
But you civilian gang, in real life, you NPC 
You know who really bang a set? My nigga ange team 
You know who really bang a set? My nigga roy keane 
You know who even bang a set out there? It's pep g 
And, this arteta losin' sleep on this, it ain't me 
You better have some silverware or that shit fake tea 
Can't be chattin' 'bout no platinum' that we can't see 
I mean, it's true a nigga slimed me for the fake lead 
Just like how tottenham had the undefeated game streak 
Out here beggin' for attention, nigga, say please 
Always Chattin' like you were always loyal to your team 

You just actin' like you winners yeah, it's make-believe 
Can't even go back to north london with no trophies 
Say you hate  united huh?, but what you really mean? 
I've seen the prem, the carabou and everthing inbetween 
You the red side wifin' up a white queen 
And cuss the lilywhites to help out with your self-esteem 
On some Robbie shit, I wanna know what teta needs 
All that bigger fish to fry, this aint last century 
Why you never praise Heung-min son, n tell him: Say cheese? 
We could've left united out of this, don't blame me 
Love the spurs and you know it, you just play sweet 
Your club captions always screamin' tottenham pave me 
You did em dirty all your life, you tryna make peace 
I heard that one of 'em little trophies might be Pep G's 
Don't make it Pep G's 
'Cause if your GM is their GM secret AM 
Then this is all makin' plenty fuckin' sense to me 
Ayy, let that trophy breathe 
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees 
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees 
Shake that ass for Pep, now shake that ass for free 
Yeah, yeah 
Well, not that kind of free, I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Ange 
Your team a lil' A, we call that shit a mini plan 
He always said I overlooked him, I was starin' straight 
These bars go over Arsenal head no matter what I say 
I know you like to keep it short, so let me paraphrase 
Knew it was smoke when Robbie hit us with the serenade 
Nigga said Bigger fish to fry, almost started reachin' for my waist 

Drop, drop, drop, drop 
Drop some silverwave for the mob in the spot 
Drop some silverware, 89's all you got 
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it..

Broken Soul (Prod.Yung Glock)

Scumbag Angel

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