Keevon story
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•08 May 2022
my nigga pulled up body covered in black, He didn’t have a plan But had a gat with a mask, Tryna find a quick way To come up with some cash, Toss the piece in the river And clothes in the trash. He said he walked in the bank yelling hands in the air, Put the money in the fucking bag Or I’m killin you dear, a Guard tried playing hero my nigga showing no fear, Took a shot at the guard And watched him slump in the chair. He dipped out the back And hopped in the truck, Jumped on the highway He was doing a buck, Weaving in and out of traffic He was pushin his luck, Till he was tossed from the whip From the tree that he struck. He could hear 12 He saw the lights in the distance, Shot at the first cruiser with his 9 But he missed it, Cut through a back yard Like a man on a mission, Thinking if the guard At the bank would’ve listened. Surrounded by the fuzz knowing he trippin, He thought of his wife And her smiling face, He reached for the gun That he had in his waist, Saw a flash and woke up Back in front of the bank.
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Hey @elijahsoto! Thanks for sharing 'Keevon story' with us! 💥 Smooth delivery here, keep it up! 🎶 You're getting really close to having your timing on the beat perfect, you're just a bit off in places. 🙏 Good beat choice, defo adds to the track. 🎼 Try improving your recording quality if you can. Sometimes it's hard to create a perfect track, keep trying and work on your craft! 👌 We hope you send us more tracks in the future, we'd love to see how you take our feedback on board! 💪 All the best, The Rap Fame Team 😎
my nigga pulled up body covered in black, He didn’t have a plan But had a gat with a mask, Tryna find a quick way To come up with some cash, Toss the piece in the river And clothes in the trash. He said he walked in the bank yelling hands in the air, Put the money in the fucking bag Or I’m killin you dear, a Guard tried playing hero my nigga showing no fear, Took a shot at the guard And watched him slump in the chair. He dipped out the back And hopped in the truck, Jumped on the highway He was doing a buck, Weaving in and out of traffic He was pushin his luck, Till he was tossed from the whip From the tree that he struck. He could hear 12 He saw the lights in the distance, Shot at the first cruiser with his 9 But he missed it, Cut through a back yard Like a man on a mission, Thinking if the guard At the bank would’ve listened. Surrounded by the fuzz knowing he trippin, He thought of his wife And her smiling face, He reached for the gun That he had in his waist, Saw a flash and woke up Back in front of the bank.
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