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not like us oop didn’t read the whole thing but…. uh it was the bass i think 🤔

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“Hey Kendrick just opened his mouth and I’m bout to put my-“(continue in replies”

So far the best instrumental💥 can’t hear any vocals 👍

gingu ginga

I'm not in the mood 'cause my flight delayed So I jumped on a private jet and I'm askin' the pilot the ETA Lambo' parked on the landin' strip, everyone in my gang and my DJ paid Why's my man talkin' 'bout Insha'Allah? These times, he don't even pray Why's my man wearin' a Jesus piece? How does she squeeze in 'em jeans? Big behind and petitest waist, take time with the GBG, we don't beef nobody like GBK Woke up on the wrong side of bed, so he's gonna get slapped if I don't have my P's today I love my young boy, I won't lead him 'stray, I'm stuck to lil' bro like PVA Paid already, I don't need no hit song We don't need ID, lil' bro 17 in the club, he ain't scrollin' TikTok F's just saw him a thick one, "Which one? Who do you want, bro? Pick one" If I shoot my shot, I'll hit one, matter of time 'til I get them all ticked off, alright We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck, double R with the factory rims I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat It's got to the point that I don't even care, I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear Uh, bro'll do it for some shoes and some clothes, you'll see what he'll do for a necklace 'Rari truck, it look like a spider, it's crawlin' a dollar on just accessories (damn) She made me wanna go harder, I like her whole aura, I think I'm obsessed with her They hit him up on his birthday, did him the worst way, he had a death wish I get right under they skin, I don't even try, I guess I can't help that shit I'ma have love for bro for life if we talk or not, I step with 'em Of course you can beat me at talkin', ain't no back and forth, wait 'til we catch up with him Knockin' a bag and makin' the opposite mad, I done fell in love with it UK Selfridges with a cute one (ooh), bank account look good, this a new one (yeah) You the type like to type on computers (wow), got a mask, but he ain't no shooter (haha) Top ten, but she don't act bougie, me and your friends can go to Aruba Hit France, it depend on my mood, this a Maybach Benz, this ain't no Uber We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M Mama got a body like Kim and 'em, mama been killin' that gym We can go watch for watch, from chain to chain, the rings, I'm him I done got rich, but I'm still with the shit, land in London and go to the ends We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck, double R with the factory rims I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat It's got to the point that I don't even care, I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear

knew from the first snap

i saw the hat pattern and i knew instantly

I knew from the beginning

Bruh beat was so good I had to search up the instrumental version

as soon as those hats came in i got it

Woah Shh, whew, whew, whew, whew Hey Make room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate Got a particular taste I just stuffed my pockets and my face Okay, let's have a debate We talking 'bout popping, I promise I'm feeling a way (Who?) I took the bodies up out of my closet I buried 'em deep and they still in the way I know some lil' niggas got baptized, trap guys(trap guys) They can't put the drillin' away (way) Had to part ways with the sad vibes, bad guy You might be a villain today (villain today, hey) Ask God, why I didn't get a answer? (Why?) Why I lose my brother to bullets? (Why?) Why I lose my grandma to cancer? (Why?) Why me, God? I need answers (Why?) Why young niggas straight out Atlanta? (Why?) Why the judge and the cops tryna jam us? (Why?) Why I keep getting all of these chances? (Why?) Why me, God? I need answers (hey) Speak your mind and you might get canceled (canceled) Pinky ring, and it cost me a phantom (phantom) Whack the witness, the evidence tampered (whack 'em) Dirty money, the safe is the hamper (dirty money) Yeah my bitch, she a star, and I stamped her (stamped her) P.E. Jordan three, that's a sampler (P.E.) I don't wanna do it, but I gotta do it Gotta kill you, nigga, if it's me or you (hey) He got fire, I got fire, nigga, lighter fluid (fire) Got away from the haters, say, "Hallelujah" (bye) Shit be crazy, this shit be the closest to you (crazy) It's okay 'cause they know that I come to do it (hey) Hold your V up for Virgil, exclusive Louis (V) Bitches geeking and tweaking, I hit a U (geek) Wrist is hitting and glistening, this shit a movie (glistenin') If it's smoke at the door, then I'm tending to it (smoke)

You mess w NF music or naw?

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Please can i use this beatz

soy yo o esta instrumental se parece un poco a la de Mbappe de eladio carrión?

This instrumental on its own sounds like the end of the best apocalyptic movie you’ve ever watched

This song will be nostalgic in 2025 & beyond. I'm in love with the instrumental part at 2:04. Who's in the future with me? ✋️

Yo Rigby we need to play basketball 🏀🗿

I swear to god i keep hearing the caretaker it can't just be me

Very nice

In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb I'm throwing that bih' like a quarterback Standing in the field, holding a bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback Stood in the field, holding me a bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback Ice on my face, whoa, bitches tryna chase, whoa I ain't ever flake, whoa, tell me, what it take? Whoa Tell me what it takes, whoa, ooh, grab the duct tape, huh We not the same gang, whoa, ho, I bang, bang, whoa I'm with La Flame, gang, whoa, we too insane on these hoes I took off my mask, you know, they mad, I don't see below And the hoes, they fucking the hoes, big rocks on me, so cold If you know what I know, hide your ho, pink cups, I'm sipping flamingo I was in the spot yesterday with my pops, my grandma still play bingo Niggas want a problem with the gang, man, I don't know why but we going dumb, ho Shaking my dreads in her face, this bitch a little vibe, put her in my Demmo Fuck how they talking, we popping this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh Uh, I'm off the za and the Wock', can't feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah Uh, she's a trending topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah, yeah Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you out Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot Ooh, I'm walking around with a lot, pockets is filled with them knots (Ay, fuck the Internet, ha-ha) Bitch tryna sneak pictures, I don't give a fuck 'bout much I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb I'm throwing that bih' like a quarterback Standing in the field, holding a bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback Stood in the field, holding me a bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback [Travis Scott:] Yeah, yeah Throw it like 12 (Yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (Fuck with 12) Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (By myself) They got money on your top, who say you can't buy health? (Tell the tale) I'm feeling like Joe or something, like Terror Squad, we blowing something (Hah) She popping them 30s, thinking they working, but they ain't doing nothing (Woo) She doing Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (Nah) That shit a look iffy, need a thicky, need her to move something (Iffy) Like improve something, just don't you remove nothing (Don't you do it) Crib like a zoo, jumping, we got reggaeton bumping (Ha) I need me two cumming, double-double, quick Drummond (It's lit) I keep a full drum and never know what fool's coming (Yeah) [Playboi Carti:] In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb I'm throwing that bih' like a quarterback Standing in the field, holding a bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback Stood in the field, holding me a bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback

Paroles // Lyrics I'm not in the mood 'cause my flight delayed So I jumped on a private jet and I'm askin' the pilot the ETA Lambo' parked on the landin' strip, everyone in my gang and my DJ paid Why's my man talkin' 'bout Insha'Allah? These times, he don't even pray Why's my man wearin' a Jesus piece? How does she squeeze in 'em jeans? Big behind and petitest waist, take time with the GBG, we don't beef nobody like GBK Woke up on the wrong side of bed, so he's gonna get slapped if I don't have my P's today I love my young boy, I won't lead him 'stray, I'm stuck to lil' bro like PVA Paid already, I don't need no hit song We don't need ID, lil' bro 17 in the club, he ain't scrollin' TikTok F's just saw him a thick one, "Which one? Who do you want, bro? Pick one" If I shoot my shot, I'll hit one, matter of time 'til I get them all ticked off, alright We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck, double R with the factory rims I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat It's got to the point that I don't even care, I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear Uh, bro'll do it for some shoes and some clothes, you'll see what he'll do for a necklace 'Rari truck, it look like a spider, it's crawlin' a dollar on just accessories (damn) She made me wanna go harder, I like her whole aura, I think I'm obsessed with her They hit him up on his birthday, did him the worst way, he had a death wish I get right under they skin, I don't even try, I guess I can't help that shit I'ma have love for bro for life if we talk or not, I step with 'em Of course you can beat me at talkin', ain't no back and forth, wait 'til we catch up with him Knockin' a bag and makin' the opposite mad, I done fell in love with it UK Selfridges with a cute one (ooh), bank account look good, this a new one (yeah) You the type like to type on computers (wow), got a mask, but he ain't no shooter (haha) Top ten, but she don't act bougie, me and your friends can go to Aruba Hit France, it depend on my mood, this a Maybach Benz, this ain't no Uber We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M Mama got a body like Kim and 'em, mama been killin' that gym We can go watch for watch, from chain to chain, the rings, I'm him I done got rich, but I'm still with the shit, land in London and go to the ends We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck, double R with the factory rims I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat It's got to the point that I don't even care, I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear

dababy fire on this beat

in og beat there is short and pretty quite sample of woman singing in the background, do you know the source?

I like how the keys hit in this, but it sounds so weird

Stylistically this was one the best performances imo. The beat and Drake’s flow and energy on this are so good. I just wish some of his jabs had a little more merit and punch to them. The perfect beat and style to double down and diss 8 people lol

Mustard cooked with this one🔥🔥🔥

I love this Dr Dre produced beat!

He gat sick bars they need a doctor

We can go band4 band 🎉. Complete the lyrics yo ❤🎉

Heat!

i can rap on this beet

Kendrick Lamar instrumental choices so hard

Chauffage central😢

Yea this heat is second best next to alchemist imo. And I think Kendrick won. Shit the world did.

El juego toy cambiando Me ven no saben q hacer Hago cash plata money bitches Me dan placer Toy cambiando toa la escena Viendo a villa renacer Somos una sola idea Esta mierda se va prender Con mis homies Con los sauces No te metas Aqui hay forys Tengo llena la maleta Gordo sony

This instrumental harder than the actual beat

ruclips.net/video/p4ASeaAYeBA/видео.htmlsi=13zYys45C8q3fs0n The Heart Part 6 Remix 🔥🤙

I knew we couldn't trust him

Drake’s track wasn’t it but his beat tho, amazing

Would be nice to see other rappers using this beat, shit too good

onokey got it boomin men

He should've made this the whole song 🔥

euphoria really make sense as a title, with how satisfied kendrick is to finally attack the big shot he resents for the most. the beat reflects the same thing. it really just feels like a fated 1v1... or 1v20, Kendrick being the raid boss

shouts to the person that made this beat the drums and sounds in it are freakin so damn dope and goes so well for a battle beat

Ay, Kendrick just opened his mouth Someone go hand him a Grammy right now Where is your uncle at? 'Cause I wanna talk to the man of the house West Coast niggas do fades, right? Come get this ass whoopin', I'm handin' 'em out You wanna take up for Pharrell? Then come get his legacy out of my house A cease-and-desist is for hoes Can't listen to lies that come out of your mouth You called the Tupac estate And begged 'em to sue me and get that shit down I'm losin' perspective on beef Boi-1da send beat and I'll kill you for fun Your daddy got robbed by Top You Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' You double for nothin' They shook about what I'ma say But textin' your phone like, "We already won" You tell me what I shouldn't say But fuck it, my nigga, it's already done We already know it's a twenty-v-one We already know why you went number one It's clearly because of The Boy The honorable thing is to give me the loot You right about "Fuck the big three" It's only Big D, and there's video proof Our sons should go play at the park Two light skin kids, that shit would be cute Unless you don't want to be seen With anyone that isn't Blacker than you We get it, we got it The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice We get that you like to put gin in your juice We get that you think that you Bishop in Juice When you put your hands on your girl Is it self-defense 'cause she bigger than you? Your back is up against the curb You diggin' for dirt, should be diggin' for proof Why did you move to New York? Is it 'cause you livin' that bachelor life? Proposed in 2015 But don't wanna make her your actual wife I'm guessin' this wedding ain't happenin', right? 'Cause we know the girls that you actually like Your darkest secrets are comin' to light It's all on your face like what happened to Mike Oh, shit, it's all makin' sense Maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike Michael was prayin' his features would change So people believe that he's actually White Top would make you do features for change Get on pop records and rap for the Whites And wait, you say your brother Jermaine But you wanted him to stay out of the light Oh, shit, just follow me, right? 'Cause nothin' you sayin' could bother me, right? I get off the plane and nothing has changed I head to Delilah with all of my ice Head to Delilah with all of my ice Head to Delilah with all of my ice This shit gotta be over by now For anyone out here that's calling it, right? You're dead You're dead, you're dead There's nowhere to hide, there's nowhere to hide You know what I mean They hired a crisis management team To clean up the fact that you beat on your queen The picture you painted ain't what it seem You're dead

So wait, you actually remake the beats by ear!? Not filtering out the vocal? If so that’s crazy impressive