🎻Purchase here: bsta.rs/rXpQtq Key - Ebm Bpm - 152

needed to hear this masterpiece rn❤

Man I have no idea what it is about this track but it's been on repeat for weeks 🔥💯

this crazy

This is beautiful

Fire

Mr. Morale and The Big Steppers Type Beat. ❤ love it

🔥🔥

This shit spoke to my soul

🔥🔥🔥🔥 *pure energy* 🙏🏽✨💎

@ifeelbeats

6 ай бұрын

🙏

This beat goes hard great work

@ifeelbeats

7 ай бұрын

🙏preciate that

Thinkin to my self aint no way im listenin to a beat like this on youtube firree brotha🔥🔥

@ifeelbeats

6 ай бұрын

🙌🙏

Dope nasty yo🔥🔥

@ifeelbeats

6 ай бұрын

🙏

This is art

@ifeelbeats

5 ай бұрын

🙏

❤❤❤😊😊😊great 👍🏿

you got it.

@TOl_Majin_slyme9

6 ай бұрын

Feedback; got the lyrics laid out, I implemented grace to this elegant flow. Making the song today, might drop solo and still put on the album

this shit fire

@ifeelbeats

6 ай бұрын

🙏

This beat tough 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

@ifeelbeats

6 ай бұрын

Appreciate that🙏

@tyrekrobinson7794

6 ай бұрын

Yessir @@ifeelbeats

Are these royalty free like if someone leases the beat do you have all sample clearance? I love it

La canzone del buongiorno, Quella che sveglia il mondo, Quella che propongo dopo aver fatto un bel sogno, all'interno ci ripongo qualcosa di più di ieri, Mentre resta spenta la tv dei fucilieri, resto giù senza problemi Jimmy Choo non ai miei piedi ho due fenici, Che fanno di tutto per stare felici, come dici? Ti sembra di essere soltanto te e di non avere più amici? Ok allora nella solitudine trova il divino mentre resta spento il chiasso che ti trovi in giro, percorri il tuo cammino e saluta il tuo vicino però non ti scordare di portare l'accendino, Normale che fumo le paglie, Dal momento in cui mi trovo a vincere battaglie, Ho bisogno di portare più in alto quest'arte, tipo su Marte, Senza abbandonare questo mio paio di scarpe. Fragranze

Its all intensity, vivid imagery, how I tapped into my chi, same way granny shook the tambourines, call on my higher power then get deep like a submarine, savagery, now its the Righteous Me, All Eye Seeing, we built different and more than a human being, my Soul, I had to take it to the cleaners to get the dry clean, now I fly to the highest heights my minds ever seen, wake up, the world ugly but I'm living a dream, Overstanding important things, immortal when I spitting 16's©️ Imperious

@venuslove2885

5 ай бұрын

Imperial flow Exquisite bars ✨✨✨✨

@DisplacedAfrican1

5 ай бұрын

​@@venuslove2885You're gracious. I'm deeply humbled. Thank You!

This is a picture 🖼️

@user-tr2tu8sw7b

7 ай бұрын

5.5 nothing less than f for a best

@ifeelbeats

7 ай бұрын

@@user-tr2tu8sw7b Thanks you bro🙏

Iool imm immortal shintopeguy

How can I buy this?

@FreshPreservesMusic

6 ай бұрын

Nevermind. Just saw it

Too many Greg. Too many

Cowboy lifestyle

I called my grandma gma you got prayers for our broke hearts I’ll stay up read the Bible I’m glad you could sleep keep resting You bored , you sleep like I was never really interesting I’ll roll another I can’t sleep with my eyes this open I’m all I need Cause Jesus lives in me that’s god if you aint get it You should get that’s God experiencing himself through you. And I’m here to express myself exalt God speak truth Gods is alive and every single one of you I’m walking with jesus no writers block when I praise like I would vent clear the air my psyche which one yall snakes in her ear get the metaphor before we talk Hyperventilating on FaceTime you see me gon crazy I shouldn’t put you through my trauma I grief I grief I grief I look like don’t we all Or don’t we have a chance to these steps for ourselves now I should of knows pops that all that smoke fogs You had the clearest mental when you smoked I figure why not I should of know the price I could tell you how much not-taking-time-to grief cost This my grief I’ll wear on my sleeve Come tear these sleeves off And poke fun and jab holes to see if I could leak blood Let’s see if my boat set sail still I’m on the cross Or on the fence I’m strengthening my confidence to choose a thought I hope you is as confident as Jesus in his hometown when people talked him down I remember you a carpenter I don’t remember you as God. Well, you better recognize and remember exactly who you are See I got my words messed up I’ll talk to god And let him speak through me just like he sees through everyone of us

Yip im a single black persin 🎶 gardionargentnarvelous*z

@user-tr2tu8sw7b

7 ай бұрын

#gr

@user-tr2tu8sw7b

7 ай бұрын

Naodoas no estis nustice gradio waydiohs-gardionargentnarvelous

I called my grandma gma you got prayers for our broke hearts I’ll stay up read the Bible I’m glad you could sleep keep resting You bored , you sleep like I was never really interesting I’ll roll up one more cause I can’t sleep with my eyes this open I’m all I need Cause Jesus lives in me that’s god if you didn’t get it I’m walking with jesus no writers block when I praise like I would vent clear the air my psyche which one yall snakes in her ear get the metaphor before we talk Hyperventilating on FaceTime you see me gon crazy I shouldn’t put you through my trauma I grief I grief I grief I look like don’t we all Or don’t we have a chance to these steps for ourselves now I should of knows pops that all that smoke fogs You had the clearest mental when you smoked I figure why not I should of know the price I could tell you how much not-taking-time-to grief cost This my grief I’ll wear on my sleeve Come tear these sleeves off And poke fun and jab holes to see if I could leak blood Let’s see if my boat set sail still I’m on the cross Or on the fence I’m strengthening my confidence to choose a thought I hope you is as confident as Jesus in his hometown when people talked him down I remember you a carpenter I don’t remember you as God. Well, you better recognize and remember exactly who you are See I got my words messed up I’ll talk to god And let him speak through me just like he sees through everyone of us

I smell like weed. Heaven sent maybe not Who would give me two cents for a rhyme Fore i drop from a gun Momma do not want me smoking marijuana Smoking joints im making points Packing like a obama ill bomb yah Im breaking joints With the bass hear the drums In your face smell like weed Momma do not want me smoking marijuana Damn the disobedience