this somthing i felt when it first came on keep going you have a voice

This a fire song broski!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 keep the work up bro u did yo thang on this

You low key be flowing over the beat, keep it up

I really like the sounds and the vocals :)

A lot of people switched up on me, and it cut me deep. This is a tribute.

REMEMBER

DAT SHIT FT 1800 HELLBOY

#BankzHurk #GhettoRockStars #KingGush #Zuulyfe #YouGotGot #718 #BktoQueens #EpRedRosessss #OutNow #OnAllPlatforms #Checkitout 💯😈🎯

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Sticky stituation young Team461 Brady Bree.m4a

Slizzerd, Vol. 2

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Scaled the heights, alien like
They tryna be impalin Mike
Got the bail right, but can’t post it
In the cell you was boastin, I just roast it
On that hoe shit, get your throat slit
Feed his homies the whole clip
Might even reload it till it bust ya shit open
Then I’ll be tokin a Golani, spot me on the trolly
Wit the problems beside me
Ready to do the robbery, not a process to see
Backpackin, hit the trap after, like that matters
Cash and the stashes, burn it to hash ashes
Wassup, you get fucked up for fakin the funk
Girls know I’m breaking the guts...
Then taking they stuff, cuz I’m grimy as hell
Find me in the dwell, they say I rhyme too well
It makes my mind swell, only time will tell
If it aligns me with wealth, grinded for delf
Come see how the fire felt..
Had to remind myself I don’t desire help
I won’t owe you the favor later
Part of what’s greater, couldn’t taste the flavor 
Pray to the savior, but if I’m behind the razor
You won’t make it, then taser who debates it
It’s the funk, why you gotta fake it
Can’t adapt to changes, or if I let a gauge lift
Spray it, you faking the funk, can’t sway us
It might get your face cut, chase what?
I’m bouda face a blunt, you faking the funk...
You faking the funk... I’m crazy as fuck
The mental hospital woulda sent me 2 hospice
Dead on arrival, then preachin a ghetto gospel
If you woulda knew me then
Straight to the looney bin, cop a few Tims
Stomp heads till I got the juice again
Let’s begin.. Remember back
Confronted by Men in Black, your memory
Just lend us that, can never get it back
We could take your soul too
I wouldn’t let em pull thru, they all told you
What I molded to, might a broke a tooth or two
Hunnit, if I’m ever frontin, hit me wita gun quick
My raps make son quit
Cuz he only spit about dumb shit
His girl get laced up, y’all faking the funk
Evidence traced to the cut, all that’s left
Is the paper of the Dutch
It would bring a smile to my face
To throw a pedophile in the lake
And brick down the chains
Kill em without shame.. How I feel today
Most people could relate, if not
They prolly being fake, too politically correct
Opinions on the internet could spin the web
Flip some shit you said
Make you look like a dickhead
The pages up, they faking the funk
Look for praises and love
Only find traitors and bugs
You faking the funk, I’m tasting my blood
Don’t you dare disgrace us by faking the funk
The gremlin disrespectin ya chin
I’m crazy as fuck, you faking the funk
All of y’all faking the funk...

...

Show me the house where the hoes around
Slow bounce, UFO, then I’m out, ow
It’s like the Howard Stern show
But I ain’t burned below, yo
How do you grow when they doubt you bro
Collide ya over the divider, they mite suicide ya
Cuz of what you vibin, they all lyin
I’m a lion, caged in the circus
You believe to play is worthless
I’ma stay and murk it
Real issues raise to the surface
How to avert it, don’t have 911 alerted
I’m who the state versus
While you on that straight herb shit
Making love songs, thinking where it go wrong
Everywhere you look, I gotta bear the brut
I’m scary as a crook
Don’t stare at me if you would
Know I’m mysterious but never delirious
I’m dead serious when you hearin this

Nothing appears how it is
But there’s no fear in the kid
My equilibrium’s off, ain’t killin it soft
I’m forreal dog, my equilibrium’s off
What I see is seriously flawed
Y’all really some frauds
You say my equilibrium’s off
Feel the cloth, I’m cut from
What up cuz, what up blood
My equilibrium’s off

Peel the exhaust, on the freeway to freedom
Over 110, I’m speedin, far as leadin
Who needs it, I’m getting weeded
Remain seated even if you feelin seasick
Peep it..

Drive to the edge of the Earth
Contempt & concern I won’t be dead in the dirt
I’ll let it burn, good luck tryna douse it
You was never about it, but you the loudest
I’ll throw you off a mountain
Bodies, who’s countin? The town flipped
Bugged when I came thru, fresh blazer suit
And suede boots, blades wave at the crew

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