Ocean Wisdom - BREATHIN' Lyrics






[Ocean Wisdom:]
Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one, up this evening
Is about a half 11, see the smoke all on the ceiling
Need a fee to leave the dwelling
20K or I'm not leaving
They want me on 2AM
They better get the fucking Ps in
Time to let the wifey says "I made you chili"
Go reheat it, I just pulled that face, you pull
When you feel lazy and defeated
I was like, I beg you do it
Top gears on, a brand new season
Plus I hurt my foot on stage, I couldn't make it to the freezer
Not only that, you know that I rap
I pay for this flat, go get me a snack
She gave me a slap, said don't be a twat
We giggle and that, I stay where I'm sat
She get up and does it, like is this what love is?
I know that I'm rubbish, I secretly love it
She bring me a pasta, Evian I'm glugging
I stick on Joe Rogan, ca' you won't find me clubbing
Ca' I'm at the summit, I did it and done it
You niggas can suck it, you jealous I run it
I'll come where ya drum, and do something thuggish
I run in and cuss, ca' he ain't on nothing
My flavours are lushin', my neighbours are Russian
The gyaldem are blushing, my trainers are custom
You wanna talk tough and you know I'm a glutton
I order the beef and it deaded discussions

Clinical with it I scribble the lyric
I dribble, I spit it
I bill it and lit it
This fire, you feel it?
I feel it, I feel to be liable
To kill it, I'm raw and I'm ruckus
I run up and buck 'em
A couple nun chucks, is high when you swing it
A samurai sword, and a star, I'mma fling it
I mean it, I'm innit, I'm cold with it innit

Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one up this evening
Is a pack of mac, I'm gassed
I pack a bag and get to leanin'
Is a fact ca' junky fat
Ca' I'm sippin' goose, not scrumpy jack
Ca' I sit and do my drunky flat
Like how I'd get this of off rap
I rap this jewelry hit the floor
Is he alive? I can't be sure
I can't be right, kicking on left
Hooking on pussies anymore
I ran the light, I went to court
I stood there calm, I'm not distraught
You saw the M, you saw the sport
Don't ask me why, it's what you thought

Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one up this evening
Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one up this evening
Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one up this evening
Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one up this evening

[P Money:]
Who can top I?
Tool in my hand I'm not nice
One eye closed with smoke, I'm Popeye
Tracksuits, but I got mob ties
Never wear top man, but I wear top guys
Doing up Virgil before Virgil
Racks in the shoe box, made money off white
Behind enemy lines I'm offside
Up in this city, you'll find in the melody
I got the bare cold, p what you telling me
Went to the club had to find me your melody
She keep on tellin' me, she robbing energies
She got a BF, don't care for the BS
I told her just do it bae, why are you telling me
She came with sickness, and I came with remedies
Paid for the uber, check back to my enemies
I'm murking this
I don't need soundchecks, I got the gift
Went in the room, did the one and the two
And I'm leaving them pissed in a world of shit
Wanna be me, but ain't got the with
Ain't got the drive, ain't got the whip
You think you're hard, you think you're it
Pull out your sweater and now you got drip
Telling these brothers don't play with the gang
A couple of christian brothers turned anti
A couple of muslim brothers go ham
I'm punching these lines so I mess up my hands
Left in the states, still under your state
I wanna go states, but think that I'm banned
Because I get paid, the same as a band
My taxes cost the whole of your brand

[Ocean Wisdom & P Money:]
You the man on the gram, I'm the man in the south
And I'm rolling about with 10 grand in my mouth
I'm the coldest about, who you know that amounts
If you're dissing P money, I'm scoping him out

I'm rolling about, with gold in my mouth
A fan at my last show, sold me a house
I heard he dissed Ocean, I'm phoning him now
I'm radio knocking, I'm over and out

Take disrespect, I flex new tech, screw fix
Man find this and get huge checks
Ruthless, manna forever be like who's next?
Screwed in the manner of money, [?] Jewish

Check, 2 guests, 2 plus 2 vets, who's next?
Lord of the Mics got 2 checks
M.O.E. new album, new sets, new best
Relax, I ain't no new best

Wouldn't even bother, could another?
Now I promise, and I pity all the brothers who done another and another
Then I might have animosity, and thrown on the stomach
And an itty bitty done a likkle dibble daffer, cutting in my liver

Whenever ready, you can tell 'em that I'm ready
I been standing with a semi, like I'm ready to bury
Anybody named Shelly, yeah I'm not for the telly
You can tell that I'm heavy, got dragged like a Chevy

[Ocean Wisdom:]
Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one up this evening
Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one up this evening
Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one up this evening
Hold my weed, control my breathin'
I just rolled one up this evening





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  1. g.... ....

    finally hit a millie. deserve 10 at least

  2. N.... B....

    Pulse :: where u att 🧟‍♂️

    N.... B....

    Check my heart rate it's like 190/110

  3. H.... M....

    Ocean wise, dont turn into Lil pump or fall into the commerical trap! You have a class of your own and your own style of writing and in many cases a cut above the rest but lately your sound and style has changed to a point musicly its not the humble Ocean wisdom

  4. C.... H....

    🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

  5. c.... b....

    '' i stick on joe rogan'' oh shit haha

  6. P.... ....

    OCTAVIAN VS OCEAN WISOM COLLAB PLZ <3 smlove

  7. a.... ....

    Oceans not breathin.

  8. R.... N....

    its like old school Underachievers or FBZ

  9. F.... B....

    I found it

  10. L.... C....

    "A couple of Christian brothers go anti, a couple of Muslim brothers go ham" mad

  11. P.... ....

    🔥🚀🚀

  12. M.... N....

    howwedothis

  13. S.... R....

    Should diss stormzy and wiley, he'd smoke em both

    S.... R....

    Slick1 Rick they’re good and all but ain’t got shit on Wizzy

    S.... R....

    Why should he?

  14. T.... ....

    honestly yeah wizzy and p going back and fourth was probably one of the best verses of '19, fuckin disgusting

  15. J.... ....

    ''one eyed closed with smoke like popeye''

  16. G.... ....

    hard shit

  17. N.... #....

    Big Pilsbury

  18. N.... #....

    kris cross

  19. S.... C....

    20 views left to 1 mil

  20. D.... ....

    1 MILL XP

  21. E.... g....

    Here before this hits a million... Again. Absolute 🔥

  22. J.... m....

    Nearly 1m views 💯👊🏼 fuckin banger🥴

  23. M.... N....

    onhand&armright

  24. M.... N....

    #ronies #NZ

  25. S.... ....

    @ Ocean @ P Money ---> Do a song wit Pete and Bas, mans going hard I bet you they keep up too! haha

  26. M.... N....

    Banana ~ Newzealand

  27. H.... Y....

    Anyone notice p money was wearing Tobis merch?

  28. V.... L....

    Imagine a slowthai x ocean wisdom collab.... madnesssss

  29. J.... C....

    P money killed this !!!

  30. M.... G....

    Stamina on that guy..

  31. E.... H....

    this beat!!!!

  32. I.... ....

    The flows and word play of these two is LEVELS !!!!!!

    I.... ....

    Ocean got the best flow in the game, he definitely in my top 3! P Money's flow tight as fuck too! 🌋🔥💥💪🏻

  33. �.... A....

    🙏🙏🙏🙏
    1:31 🧡❣🔥
    👇 👇🔥💃

  34. G.... L....

    Τα σπάτε παιδιά

  35. J.... T....

    when p money was a boss.

  36. J.... M....

    Wtf! Pure sickness 🤑

  37. B.... b....

    I stick on Joe Rogan you won't find me clubbing

  38. J.... H....

    ffs why does P need a wheel after about 2 seconds of every feature???🤦🏿‍♂️

  39. V.... H....

    super leute*

  40. i.... h....

    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one, up this evening
    Is about half 11, see the smoke all on the ceiling
    Need a fee to leave the dwelling
    20K or I'm not leaving
    They want me on 2AM
    They better get the fucking Ps in
    Time to let the wifey says "I made you chili"
    Go reheat it, I just pulled that face, you pull
    When you feel lazy and defeated
    I was like, I beg you do it
    Top gears on, a brand new season
    Plus I hurt my foot on stage, I couldn't make it to the freezer
    Not only that, you know that I rap
    I pay for this flat, go give me a snack
    She gave me a slap, said don't be a twat
    We giggle and that, I stay where I'm sat
    She get up and does it, like is this what love is?
    I know that I'm rubbish, I secretly love it
    She bring me a pasta, heavy and I'm glokkin'
    I stick on [?], Ca' you won't find me clubbing
    Ca' I'm at the summit, I did it and done it
    You niggas can suck it, you jealous I run it
    I come with your drummers, and do something' thuggish
    I run in and gossip, ca' you ain't know nothing
    My flavours are lushin', my neighbours are Russian
    The gyaldem are blushing, my trainers are custom
    You wanna talk tough and you know I'm a glutton
    I order the beef and it deaded discussions

    Clinical with it I scribble the lyric
    I dribble, I spit it
    I bill it and lit it
    This fire, you feel it?
    I feel it, I feel to be liable to kill it
    I'm raw and I'm ruckus
    I run up and buck 'em
    A couple nun chucks, is high when you swing it
    A samurai sword, and a star, I'ma fling it
    I mean it, I'm innit, I'm cold with it, innit?

    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Is a pack of mac, I'm gassed
    I pack a bag and get to leanin'
    Is a fact ca' junky fat
    Ca' I'm sippin' goose, not scrumpy jack
    Ca' I sit and do my drunky flat
    Like how I'd get this of off rap
    I rapped his jaw, he hit the floor
    Is he alive? I can't be sure
    I can't be right, hooking on left
    Hooking no pussies anymore
    I ran the light, I went to court
    I stood there calm, I'm not distraught
    You saw the M, you saw the sport
    Don't ask me why, it's what you thought

    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening

    Who can top I?
    Tool in my hand I'm not nice
    One eye closed with smoke, I'm Popeye
    Tracksuits, but I got mob ties
    Never wear top man, but I walk top guys
    We went up Virgil before for Virgil
    Racks in the shoe box, made money off white
    Behind enemy lines I'm off sight
    Up in this city, you'll find in the melody
    I got the [?], P what you telling me
    Went to the club had to find me your melody
    She keep on tellin' me, she robbing energies
    She got a BF, don't care for the BS
    I told her just do it bae, why are you telling me?
    She came with sick head and I came with remedies
    Paid for the Uber, straight back to my enemies
    (Whoa) I'm murking this
    I don't need soundchecks, I got the gift
    Went in the room, did the one and the two
    And I'm leaving them pissed in a world of shit
    Wanna be me, but ain't got the wit
    Ain't got the drive, ain't got the whip
    You think you're hard, you think you're it
    Pull out the sweater and now you got drip
    Telling these brothers don't play with the gang
    A couple of Christian brothers turned anti
    A couple of Muslim brothers go ham
    I'm punching these lines so I mess up my hands
    Left in the states, still under your state
    I wanna go states, but think that I'm banned
    Because I get paid, the same as a band
    My taxes cost the whole of your brand

    You the man on the 'Gram, I'm the man in the south
    And I'm rolling about with 10 gram in my mouth
    I'm the coldest about, who you know that amounts
    If you're dissing P money, I'm scoping him out

    I'm rolling about, with gold in my mouth
    A fan at my last show, sold me a house
    I heard he dissed Ocean, I'm phoning him now
    I'm ready, you're knocking, I'm over and out

    Take disrespect, I flex new TEC screw face
    Man finesse and get huge checks
    Ruthless, manna forever be LA who's next?
    Screwed in the manner of money, and me a drew ends

    Check, 2 guests, 2 plus 2 vets, who's next?
    Lord of the Mics got 2 checks
    M.o.e. New album, new sets, new best
    Relax, I ain't no best

    Wouldn't even bother, could another? Nothin' promised
    And I pity all the brothers, could've never, not another
    Then I might have animosity, and floating on her stomach
    And an itty bitty done a likkle dibble daffer, cutting in my liver

    Whenever ready, you can tell 'em that I'm ready
    I been standing with a semi, like I'm ready to bury
    Anybody named Shelly, I am not for the telly
    You can tell that I'm heavy got drive like a Chevy

    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening

  41. T.... M....

    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one, up this evening
    Is about half 11, see the smoke all on the ceiling
    Need a fee to leave the dwelling
    20K or I'm not leaving
    They want me on 2AM
    They better get the fucking Ps in
    Time to let the wifey says "I made you chili"
    Go reheat it, I just pulled that face, you pull
    When you feel lazy and defeated
    I was like, I beg you do it
    Top gears on, a brand new season
    Plus I hurt my foot on stage, I couldn't make it to the freezer
    Not only that, you know that I rap
    I pay for this flat, go give me a snack
    She gave me a slap, said don't be a twat
    We giggle and that, I stay where I'm sat
    She get up and does it, like is this what love is?
    I know that I'm rubbish, I secretly love it
    She bring me a pasta, heavy and I'm glokkin'
    I stick on [?], Ca' you won't find me clubbing
    Ca' I'm at the summit, I did it and done it
    You niggas can suck it, you jealous I run it
    I come with your drummers, and do something' thuggish
    I run in and gossip, ca' you ain't know nothing
    My flavours are lushin', my neighbours are Russian
    The gyaldem are blushing, my trainers are custom
    You wanna talk tough and you know I'm a glutton
    I order the beef and it deaded discussions
    Clinical with it I scribble the lyric
    I dribble, I spit it
    I bill it and lit it
    This fire, you feel it?
    I feel it, I feel to be liable to kill it
    I'm raw and I'm ruckus
    I run up and buck 'em
    A couple nun chucks, is high when you swing it
    A samurai sword, and a star, I'ma fling it
    I mean it, I'm innit, I'm cold with it, innit?
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Is a pack of mac, I'm gassed
    I pack a bag and get to leanin'
    Is a fact ca' junky fat
    Ca' I'm sippin' goose, not scrumpy jack
    Ca' I sit and do my drunky flat
    Like how I'd get this of off rap
    I rapped his jaw, he hit the floor
    Is he alive? I can't be sure
    I can't be right, hooking on left
    Hooking no pussies anymore
    I ran the light, I went to court
    I stood there calm, I'm not distraught
    You saw the M, you saw the sport
    Don't ask me why, it's what you thought
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening

  42. K.... K....

    This should have been a album the I would have copet it I 'm not a mixtape person

  43. L.... ....

    taste that shit : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYKQqKIRZiY

  44. M.... D....

    P throwing out the illuminati hand over the eye ahaha

  45. C.... I....

    "oxygen left the chat

  46. A.... b....

    I’d love to see Ocean on Joe Rogan just from that bar 😂 see if Joe can get the music

  47. R.... R....

    Not sure how you can't like this

  48. a.... m....

    ocean wisdom x izzie gibbz ?

  49. C.... D....

    Lol fr I’m English I am drunk rn but when Ocean n P say ofkdbryskslrusysbs jsydodyshs I have no fucking idea what they’re saying 3.04 onwards I hear P but ocean =!fuck knows

  50. m.... ....

    If i was p money ill be staying away from this dude, man wants his soul

  51. _.... ....

    Ocean ft Skepta or Stormzy pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase

  52. D.... G....

    Eminem and ocean wisdom = we cant breath

  53. D.... G....

    leaving them pissed in a world of shit

  54. D.... G....

    so he can rap and not breath lets help control it😂

  55. F.... R....

    I want to see ocean and Eminem on a track

  56. N.... ....

    New dream collab ocean wisdom, p.money and RTJ🔥

  57. M.... T....

    After listening to Ocean anything else seems like a joke

  58. F.... S....

    Sounds like The Underachievers 💥 banger!

  59. k.... w....

    P repping ilvizion

  60. a.... S....

    Anyone else think ocean wisdom is the best UK rapper??

  61. M.... W....

    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one, up this evening
    Is about half 11, see the smoke all on the ceiling
    Need a fee to leave the dwelling
    20K or I'm not leaving
    They want me on 2AM
    They better get the fucking Ps in
    Time to let the wifey says "I made you chili"
    Go reheat it, I just pulled that face, you pull
    When you feel lazy and defeated
    I was like, I beg you do it
    Top gears on, a brand new season
    Plus I hurt my foot on stage, I couldn't make it to the freezer
    Not only that, you know that I rap
    I pay for this flat, go give me a snack
    She gave me a slap, said don't be a twat
    We giggle and that, I stay where I'm sat
    She get up and does it, like is this what love is?
    I know that I'm rubbish, I secretly love it
    She bring me a pasta, heavy and I'm glokkin'
    I stick on [?], Ca' you won't find me clubbing
    Ca' I'm at the summit, I did it and done it
    You niggas can suck it, you jealous I run it
    I come with your drummers, and do something' thuggish
    I run in and gossip, ca' you ain't know nothing
    My flavours are lushin', my neighbours are Russian
    The gyaldem are blushing, my trainers are custom
    You wanna talk tough and you know I'm a glutton
    I order the beef and it deaded discussions
    Clinical with it I scribble the lyric
    I dribble, I spit it
    I bill it and lit it
    This fire, you feel it?
    I feel it, I feel to be liable to kill it
    I'm raw and I'm ruckus
    I run up and buck 'em
    A couple nun chucks, is high when you swing it
    A samurai sword, and a star, I'ma fling it
    I mean it, I'm innit, I'm cold with it, innit?
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Is a pack of mac, I'm gassed
    I pack a bag and get to leanin'
    Is a fact ca' junky fat
    Ca' I'm sippin' goose, not scrumpy jack
    Ca' I sit and do my drunky flat
    Like how I'd get this of off rap
    I rapped his jaw, he hit the floor
    Is he alive? I can't be sure
    I can't be right, hooking on left
    Hooking no pussies anymore
    I ran the light, I went to court
    I stood there calm, I'm not distraught
    You saw the M, you saw the sport
    Don't ask me why, it's what you thought
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Who can top I?
    Tool in my hand I'm not nice
    One eye closed with smoke, I'm Popeye
    Tracksuits, but I got mob ties
    Never wear top man, but I walk top guys
    We went up Virgil before for Virgil
    Racks in the shoe box, made money off white
    Behind enemy lines I'm off sight
    Up in this city, you'll find in the melody
    I got the [?], P what you telling me
    Went to the club had to find me your melody
    She keep on tellin' me, she robbing energies
    She got a BF, don't care for the BS
    I told her just do it bae, why are you telling me?
    She came with sick head and I came with remedies
    Paid for the Uber, straight back to my enemies
    (Whoa) I'm murking this
    I don't need soundchecks, I got the gift
    Went in the room, did the one and the two
    And I'm leaving them pissed in a world of shit
    Wanna be me, but ain't got the wit
    Ain't got the drive, ain't got the whip
    You think you're hard, you think you're it
    Pull out the sweater and now you got drip
    Telling these brothers don't play with the gang
    A couple of Christian brothers turned anti
    A couple of Muslim brothers go ham
    I'm punching these lines so I mess up my hands
    Left in the states, still under your state
    I wanna go states, but think that I'm banned
    Because I get paid, the same as a band
    My taxes cost the whole of your brand
    You the man on the 'Gram, I'm the man in the south
    And I'm rolling about with 10 gram in my mouth
    I'm the coldest about, who you know that amounts
    If you're dissing P money, I'm scoping him out
    I'm rolling about, with gold in my mouth
    A fan at my last show, sold me a house
    I heard he dissed Ocean, I'm phoning him now
    I'm ready, you're knocking, I'm over and out
    Take disrespect, I flex new TEC screw face
    Man finesse and get huge checks
    Ruthless, manna forever be LA who's next?
    Screwed in the manner of money, and me a drew ends
    Check, 2 guests, 2 plus 2 vets, who's next?
    Lord of the Mics got 2 checks
    M.o.e. New album, new sets, new best
    Relax, I ain't no best
    Wouldn't even bother, could another? Nothin' promised
    And I pity all the brothers, could've never, not another
    Then I might have animosity, and floating on her stomach
    And an itty bitty done a likkle dibble daffer, cutting in my liver
    Whenever ready, you can tell 'em that I'm ready
    I been standing with a semi, like I'm ready to bury
    Anybody named Shelly, I am not for the telly
    You can tell that I'm heavy got drive like a Chevy
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening
    Hold my weed, control my breathin'
    I just rolled one up this evening

  62. R.... ....

    blue method!

  63. C.... ....

    What's sad, is I can't find complete lyrics of this song, everywhere has it written down saying different and in some spots some just have blank spaces where they can't figure out what he said. Imagine having a song that a month later people still can't decide on the lyrics

  64. N.... M....

    Dat vibe

  65. T.... ....

    enn no one gonn mention the hair ting and teeth fam? Man was okay before you get me.

  66. r.... ....

    such a heavy track man, UK represents HARD!!!

  67. A.... J....

    stealing beats and rythem from Bru-C Inhaler
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvTewNlA23g

    A.... J....

    They're absolutely nothing alike?

  68. J.... ....

    Im sipping juice not scrumpy jacks 😂

  69. M.... T....

    Do you actually breathe? 😳

  70. C.... F....

    p money is a woman beater

  71. P.... ....

    Where is the fu*ing Million here!!!! 😤😤😤😤🔥🔥

  72. D.... D....

    keep droppin Joe's name Wiz, hopefully you get on the pod. maybe write a track for KSI for his next fight with Jake Paul. BOOM. my man's is in. Joe's HEAVY into combat sports...that fight's a fucking circus act...just sayin, son.

  73. R.... ....

    ocean wisdom and p money genius!

  74. A.... 9....

    This guy is ridiculous 🔥🔥 oh my days fam

  75. 2.... T....

    I hope ocean guns for all these shitty mumble rappers..dead their career rude boy!

  76. Z.... ....

    If man was an astronaught he wouldnt even need a suit with a link to an oxygen tank bc its such a joke to him

  77. 3.... ....

    The bass in this song slaps🔥

  78. N.... G....

    rah p money is fat g

  79. M.... N....

    It's disgusting how he hasn't been recongnised yet he needs more views

  80. G.... ....

    Man's gotta have circular breathing.

  81. E.... ....

    The longer you listen to this the better it gets real talk

  82. g.... ....

    why is this not at 10mil already?

  83. o.... ....

    😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

  84. T.... -....

    Ocean wisdom x kid bookie 🔥🔥🔥🔥

  85. M.... D....

    If I were a fake ass, bubble gum chewin' , no brain mumble rapper i've would piss ma pants if I heard this!
    This so real, it's taking out the artificials

  86. K.... H....

    This needed to happen

  87. T.... ....

    How hasn't this got more views??

  88. M.... ....

    fucking SICK

  89. C.... S....

    P money wearing Tobis ill vision brand!

  90. C.... S....

    Someone please make a lyric video to this 😫😫👌🏻❤️

  91. M.... K....

    1:13-1:37 is a GODLIKE

  92. L.... T....

    2 of the best lyricist back 2 back. big YES from me

  93. E.... C....

    P Moneys last verses are hard get me so hyped lol