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#realace100 when the lights go off ....when the light goes off the trappin stops the money stops....stove top....wip game on a 100 wip gang commas money...we hustlein...open up the rap hella musty...i dont even trust me ..... raised a beast...grind no sleep what you buyin i got it cheap pockets deep fill the heat blocka blocka.....i dont even trust me self....light never go out inside the trap house...front line never back out...been in the mix...been with the wip...all on drip...all in the rist...hard on a bitch....comments ita s super sonic...crack aint dead coke still cooked ironic i think not gottem hooked no phonics...tramatized dramma we all toxic narcotics....stop it... to late money i make feds send us out of state....to do a bid 100 thats who i is...i been on the yard still do it big split a wig keep a shive on the list...all on flip dont trip no slips...fuck wit those who keep closed lips they ask questions i dont know shit never did ...... when they let you out ....word of mouth dirty south ....lost and found keys or ptounds 50 rounds trap house stove top robotic wip soft hard all rocks on the clock 44th rep the block....yous a flop sol. . odd im so god...//// hear the rounds rang out...gotem leaking wishing he aint gang now....no games child..this linem up single file....been a while....lost trial...fought the feds took a l....look it me now still proud....head in the clouds ...i swim wont drown....spinem around....creep no sounds...stove top ....bricks pounds cook up aa oz...soft to hard...dish it out...wip it south...oh my god....keep count larg amounts...wont starve..feed the streets flood the town...duck a charge...how we felt wont melt...out the pot...got alot...
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#realace100 when the lights go off ....when the light goes off the trappin stops the money stops....stove top....wip game on a 100 wip gang commas money...we hustlein...open up the rap hella musty...i dont even trust me ..... raised a beast...grind no sleep what you buyin i got it cheap pockets deep fill the heat blocka blocka.....i dont even trust me self....light never go out inside the trap house...front line never back out...been in the mix...been with the wip...all on drip...all in the rist...hard on a bitch....comments ita s super sonic...crack aint dead coke still cooked ironic i think not gottem hooked no phonics...tramatized dramma we all toxic narcotics....stop it... to late money i make feds send us out of state....to do a bid 100 thats who i is...i been on the yard still do it big split a wig keep a shive on the list...all on flip dont trip no slips...fuck wit those who keep closed lips they ask questions i dont know shit never did ...... when they let you out ....word of mouth dirty south ....lost and found keys or ptounds 50 rounds trap house stove top robotic wip soft hard all rocks on the clock 44th rep the block....yous a flop sol. . odd im so god...//// hear the rounds rang out...gotem leaking wishing he aint gang now....no games child..this linem up single file....been a while....lost trial...fought the feds took a l....look it me now still proud....head in the clouds ...i swim wont drown....spinem around....creep no sounds...stove top ....bricks pounds cook up aa oz...soft to hard...dish it out...wip it south...oh my god....keep count larg amounts...wont starve..feed the streets flood the town...duck a charge...how we felt wont melt...out the pot...got alot...
pretty decent bars. you got kind of an old school flow. idk what you was going for as far as sound and era but the hook or chorus, has an old school e40 vibe to it. I think of each beat as a wave and how yo syllables and words draw out to the wave and ride it make it smooth or choppy. you're right in the middle on this one. I feel if you modernize hooks or choruses you may be onto a progression uprise my g
guess I missed this
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