If you love the West Coast, then you gotta hear this: Friends (Prod. Stunna Playa) (Send me a song too if u like)
Midnight canvas, spray paint on the dome, Where the sketch of ambition gets drawn from the chrome, Street symphonies, sirens hum like a drone, Heartbeats sync with the click, never alone. Blueprints in the alley, strategies unfold, Chess piece pistol, king stays cold, No fairy tales, just tales that get sold, Silver tongues auction pain for a pocket of gold. Hush in the stairwell, deal with the silence, Currency exchanges hands—call it compliance,
Blueprints scribbled on the back of a pawn ticket, Streets itching, silver tongue got the law twisted, Word is the weapon, but the metal’s got a last say, Dreams pawned, paid in blood by the next day. Silhouette ghost, threading needles in the chaos, Crooked seams, tailor suits for the pay-off, Every loot a confession, every step a tight wire, Truth buried deep where the sirens never retire.
Step in the alley, shadow walking like a chess move, Pawns outta pocket, kingpin got a short fuse, Heart cold, dollar folded in a steel grip, Life’s a dice roll, every corner got a loose lip. Midnight sermons, preaching in a hush tone, Every block’s a puzzle and the code’s written in gravestone, Mirror cracked, see the hunger in a night’s stare, Smoke circles, prayers vanish in the cold air.
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Cloudfare 1998 ambient song that is upwards of 7 minutes long
Play Your Part (Prod. Stunna Playa)
tranquility & serenity
If you love the West Coast, then you gotta hear this: Friends (Prod. Stunna Playa) (Send me a song too if u like)
Paranoid 2 (@Stunna Playa)
"Ain't The Same" (Prod. Stunna Playa)
yeat without the bell type beat
bro i send invite for the song
I can spit you some bars write now
yes
yes
Midnight canvas, spray paint on the dome,
Where the sketch of ambition gets drawn from the chrome,
Street symphonies, sirens hum like a drone,
Heartbeats sync with the click, never alone.
Blueprints in the alley, strategies unfold,
Chess piece pistol, king stays cold,
No fairy tales, just tales that get sold,
Silver tongues auction pain for a pocket of gold.
Hush in the stairwell, deal with the silence,
Currency exchanges hands—call it compliance,
Blueprints scribbled on the back of a pawn ticket,
Streets itching, silver tongue got the law twisted,
Word is the weapon, but the metal’s got a last say,
Dreams pawned, paid in blood by the next day.
Silhouette ghost, threading needles in the chaos,
Crooked seams, tailor suits for the pay-off,
Every loot a confession, every step a tight wire,
Truth buried deep where the sirens never retire.
Step in the alley, shadow walking like a chess move,
Pawns outta pocket, kingpin got a short fuse,
Heart cold, dollar folded in a steel grip,
Life’s a dice roll, every corner got a loose lip.
Midnight sermons, preaching in a hush tone,
Every block’s a puzzle and the code’s written in gravestone,
Mirror cracked, see the hunger in a night’s stare,
Smoke circles, prayers vanish in the cold air.
yo can u rap