LA

In the hood smokin propane. Bitches on my dick sniffing cocaine

[Verse] بعد کلی سکوت بازم لب وا کردیم بازم اومدیم هوس دعوا کردیم میگردیم دنبال اون بچه زرنگی که ویراژ میداد رویه بیت کلنگی [Verse 2] که میخواست خیر سرش مارو تحقیر کنه اما فکرشو نمیکردش یه جا گیر کنه بتمرک سرجات آخه زور زیاد نیست میدونی که دیگه با ما بحث بی فایده‌ست [Chorus] دنبال بچه زرنگ بازم میگردیم نشون میدیم همه که قله رو گرفتیم تو اون ور شهر ما این ور میدان بازم رقابت بازم هیجان [Bridge] یه جایی برای ما بازم باقیه صدای ما همیشه توی فضا مایه تا که بزنیمیم کف برداریم صدا روی موج موزیک، بی‌لحظه دوا [Chorus] دنبال بچه زرنگ بازم میگردیم نشون میدیم همه که قله رو گرفتیم تو اون ور شهر ما این ور میدان بازم رقابت بازم هیجان [Verse 3] نذار دیگه تکرار شه این بازیا با همه پیاز ما گفتیم رازیا دنبال بچه زرنگ بیایین همه بدونید که قراره خیلی فنها رو ببینیم!

(R&B/Hip-Hop hybrid; moody trap beats under brooding melodies. Male vocalist with gritty, emotional delivery. Production by TeS Fu—layered 808s, ghostly vocal chops, and haunting piano loops.) [Verse 1] (Rhythmic, half-sung flow over creeping bassline) You swore you’d keep it sacred, but the lies overflow, Caught you slippin’ in his DMs, fingerprints in the snow. Now you’re textin’ “Where you been?”—girl, don’t gaslight my brain, TeS Fu cooked this beat slow, let it poison your veins… [Pre-Chorus] (Melodic, menacing buildup) You thought I’d let it slide? Nah, Karma’s got a GPS, and it’s parked at your door. All that smoke you blew—now it’s foggin’ up your eyes, Watch the waves rise… [Chorus] (Hard-hitting trap drop, vengeful chant) So drown in the flood, yeah, you built it up, Every lie you sold, now it’s comin’ to crush. TeS Fu laced the track with the pain in my blood, You’ll scream for a lifeline, but the current’s too much. Cry me an ocean… hope you brought a raft. [Verse 2] (Cold, rapid-fire bars over distorted synths) You played me like a demo, thought I’d never hit play, Now the receipts pile higher than the friends you betrayed. TeS Fu’s snare snaps louder than the vows you decayed, I’m sippin’ closure neat—you’re just ghosts in my fray. [Pre-Chorus] (Higher intensity, layered ad-libs) You’re beggin’ for a rewind? Nah, The script’s flipped, and the credits don’t say your name. All those nights you stole? I’m cashing karma’s check, Watch the waves wreck… [Chorus] Drown in the flood, yeah, you built it up, Every lie you sold, now it’s comin’ to crush. TeS Fu laced the track with the pain in my blood, You’ll scream for a lifeline, but the current’s too much. Cry me an ocean… hope you brought a raft. [Bridge] (Minimalist piano, spoken-word edge) TeS Fu’s on the boards, twistin’ knives in the mix, You’re a faded melody—I’m the remix. Karma’s got a chorus, and it’s singin’ your sins… [Beat drops out] “Should’ve stayed loyal.” [Sub-bass slams] [Outro] (Producer tag over fading trap beat) “TeS Fu on the track… scars in the wax.” (Male voice chuckles darkly) “You wanted war? Here’s the tsunami, kid.”

(Verse) Aag se nikle, tufaan bane, Dushman jo aaya, wo dhool bane! Bijli ki gati, loha hai bhaari, Jung ka maidan, humse hai saari! (Chorus - Anthem Style) Hum nahi rukne waale, Todenge deewarein! Jisme hai dum, wahi rahega, Baaki sab bhool jaane!

(Verse) Aag se nikle, tufaan bane, Dushman jo aaya, wo dhool bane! Bijli ki gati, loha hai bhaari, Jung ka maidan, humse hai saari! (Chorus - Anthem Style) Hum nahi rukne waale, Todenge deewarein! Jisme hai dum, wahi rahega, Baaki sab bhool jaane!

اااااه الحياة what’s going on? كنجري عليك، وانتي still going wrong خدام و تمارة، واحد شادها chill وانا stuck in the loop, باقي same deal كانو عندي أحلام، نكبر و ندير big cash كبرت لقيت غير الكريدي و الإفلاس ما كنضرب لا weed, لا glass ما نسافرو لا مراكش، لا فاس آش واقع؟ فين the salary؟ تمارة ديال السنين، باقي no glory تزاديت فقير، باقي فقير و أحلامي ديال الصغر، لقيتها fake story الناس قدامي living life وانا ما عارفش راسي dead or alive مول الحانوت يتسال، و البنكة داعين واااا الصحاب يتسالو، و عليا كاعيين واااا الرب العلي! We still survive راحنا فهاد البلاد مقهورين but still alive خدامين في المعاريف، وعايشين في الهراويين نضربو تمارة، same place, no dream ناس عايشين بتخراج العينين الفلوس موجودة، but how they win? حلمي كان a jet, و الواقع كرويلة Survival mode, البلاد مقفّلة حكومة فالسحاب، و الشعب فالتراب هما عندهم الحلول، we still trapped زيد الكريدي، زيد المصاريف ولا شي نهار نولي headline in the brief واااااه الحياة why you so cold? Played me dirty, مليت من this road بغيت نعيش، ماشي غير ندوّز Dreams still high, but the game is closed

🎵 Caveira no Jogo (Funk do Siege) 🎵 (Intro – DJ voice) 🔥 "É o funk do Siege! Segura a Caveira, que ela vai te interrogar!" 🔥 (Beat drop – heavy bass & tamborzão beat kicks in) (Verse 1) Ela vem de fininho, ninguém escutou Pisando leve, no breu, evaporou No mapa sumiu, silêncio mortal Quando tu percebe, já é funeral (Pre-Chorus) É o passo fantasma, chegou pra matar Na faca ou pistola, nem dá pra escapar Interrogação, já era, perdeu Se eu sei onde cê tá, o time venceu (Chorus) Caveira chegou, senta, segura Joga no time, geral já tá pura Se marca bobeira, tu vai dançar Só dou um dash e vou te buscar (Drop – beat intensifies, DJ voice again) 🔥 "Ô polícia, já era! É a Caveira dominando o game!" 🔥 (Verse 2) Disfarça no meio, desapareceu Na hora que avança, cê nem percebeu Vem no pescoço, puxa no stealth É kill confirmada, estilo cruel (Bridge – slower breakdown, low 808s) Tu grita no mic, mas ninguém escuta Tá fora da safe, tu já é disputa Vermelho no mapa, missão se complica Segura esse funk, respeita a matilha (Final Chorus – big energy, bass-heavy drop) Caveira chegou, senta, segura Joga no time, geral já tá pura Se marca bobeira, tu vai dançar Só dou um dash e vou te buscar 🔥 "É o funk do Siege, respeita o BR! Caveira no game, Caveira na track!" 🔥

Yo, it's Charfi, man, out here on this grind, Fighting for my dream, leaving the past behind, Got my head up high, always pushing through, For my family, for my name, and for what I gotta do. I love my parents, Abdelhafidh and Hafsa, no doubt, They raised me right, gave me strength to stand out, Always by my side, through every trial and pain, Now I'm hustlin’ hard, I’mma break these chains. Charfi, Charfi, always fightin' for the win, Risin' up for the family, that’s where I begin, Hamouda, Hamma, we got that bond so tight, Through the struggle, through the night, we gon' be alright. Hamouda the brave, yeah, that’s my lil’ bro, Fighting for the dream, with courage in tow, A true warrior spirit, he stands so tall, No fear in his heart, he ready to ball. And Hamma, that wild one, always causing a stir, But you know what, man? He’s got the heart of a blur, Quick on his feet, sharp with his mind, With his energy, he leaves the haters behind. Charfi, Charfi, always fightin' for the win, Risin' up for the family, that’s where I begin, Hamouda, Hamma, we got that bond so tight, Through the struggle, through the night, we gon' be alright. Ayyoub, Sami, Oussama, they got my back, A brotherhood so strong, we stay on track, Amir, Amen, and my sisters, Aya and Asma, They all keep me grounded, even when life’s drama. Esra, Nada, Yassmine, and Bayan, the queens of my life, I’d do anything for them, through the joy and the strife, Love for my fam, it’s deep in my soul, Together we rise, we gon’ reach that goal. I’m fightin’ for the dream, I’mma raise ‘em high, For the ones I love, I’mma touch the sky, My family’s my strength, they keep me real, I’mma make ‘em proud, that’s the deal. Charfi, Charfi, always fightin' for the win, Risin' up for the family, that’s where I begin, Hamouda, Hamma, we got that bond so tight, Through the struggle, through the night, we gon' be alright. So here I stand, with my fam, we gon' shine, Through every battle, every climb, Charfi and the crew, we hold it down, We rise from the struggle, we wear that crown.

INTRO (Whistle Lead, a high-pitched, hypnotic whistle melody loops (4 bars), layered with Amapiano log drums and a rolling bassline.Afrobeat percussion (shakers, congas) creeps in, building anticipation.) VERSE 1 (Vocals: Chilled, rhythmic delivery) "Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Eh! Eh! Eh!)" (Production: Whistle continues, Afrobeat guitar chops (reggae-inspired skanks), kicks syncopated with shakers.) (Ad-libs: Echoed "Eh!" and crowd chants in the background.) PRE-DROP (Whistle ascends in pitch, drums pause briefly) "STAAAAY… (STAY!)" (Sudden silence, then…) (Beat DROP) (Whistle explodes, full dance beat) "STAY HUMBLE EH! (EH!) STAY HUMBLE EH! (EH!)" (Repeat 4x) (Production: Heavy Amapiano bassline, Afrobeat horns stabs, triplet hi-hats, and whistle leading the melody.) (Breakdown: Whistle solo (8 bars) with log drum rolls.) VERSE 2 (Hip-Hop Switch-Up) (Rap flow over stripped beat) "Stay low but the money high, eh! Stack it up to the sky, eh! Keep it cool, no lie, eh! STAY HUMBLE, EH—let’s ride, eh!" (Production: Hip-hop 808s and snare combo, whistle lingers faintly.) (Ad-libs: "Yooo!" / "Wavey!") BREAKDOWN (Afro-Piano Groove) (Whistle melody returns, vocals chopped) "Stay… humble… eh… (Eh! Eh! Eh!)" (Call-and-response with a deep vocal echo): "STAY… HUMBLE… EH!" FINAL CHORUS (Full energy, crowd vocals) "STAY HUMBLE EH! (WHISTLE!) STAY HUMBLE EH! (WHISTLE!)" (Repeat until fade-out) OUTRO (Whistle melody lingers, beat dissolves into distant claps and echoey ad-libs) "Stay humble… eh… fades"

INTRO (Whistle Lead) A high-pitched, hypnotic whistle melody loops (4 bars), layered with Amapiano log drums and a rolling bassline. Afrobeat percussion (shakers, congas) creeps in, building anticipation. VERSE 1 (Vocals: Chilled, rhythmic delivery) "Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Stay humble!) Stay humble, eh… (Eh! Eh! Eh!)" Production: Whistle continues, Afrobeat guitar chops (reggae-inspired skanks), kicks syncopated with shakers. Ad-libs: Echoed "Eh!" and crowd chants in the background. PRE-DROP (Whistle ascends in pitch, drums pause briefly) "STAAAAY… (STAY!)" Sudden silence, then… DROP (Whistle explodes, full dance beat) "STAY HUMBLE EH! (EH!) STAY HUMBLE EH! (EH!)" (Repeat 4x) Production: Heavy Amapiano bassline, Afrobeat horns stabs, triplet hi-hats, and whistle leading the melody. Breakdown: Whistle solo (8 bars) with log drum rolls. VERSE 2 (Hip-Hop Switch-Up) (Rap flow over stripped beat) "Stay low but the money high, eh! Stack it up to the sky, eh! Keep it cool, no lie, eh! STAY HUMBLE, EH—let’s ride, eh!" Production: Hip-hop 808s and snare combo, whistle lingers faintly. Ad-libs: "Yooo!" / "Wavey!" BREAKDOWN (Afro-Piano Groove) (Whistle melody returns, vocals chopped) "Stay… humble… eh… (Eh! Eh! Eh!)" Call-and-response with a deep vocal echo: "STAY… HUMBLE… EH!" FINAL CHORUS (Full energy, crowd vocals) "STAY HUMBLE EH! (WHISTLE!) STAY HUMBLE EH! (WHISTLE!)" (Repeat until fade-out) OUTRO (Whistle melody lingers, beat dissolves into distant claps and echoey ad-libs) "Stay humble… eh… fades"

Write a song about a boy called Kalem Spindley who ran away from home, whilst George May and Dominic Hayes express their romantic interests in each other