Sure but remote and junya ain't that
praise god better than both
Junya and Remote s*** on Praise God
Junya and Remote s*** on Praise God
And New Again s***s on all 3
On a humid Atlanta night, nestled in the hidden corridors of a haunted Masonic lodge, Mike Dean stumbled into Kanye West's makeshift office. It was inhabited by the man himself, a desk of solid gold, and a folding chair for visitors.
When Mike Dean walked through the door, he could hardly speak for acute dehydration.
"Kanye..."
Kanye West looked up peevishly from his daily visit to Hentai Haven. "The hell you want, Mike? You have my mixes, you son of a b****?"
"I haven't slept since June..."
"I ain't want to hear any of your crying!" Kanye pounded his fist on the ostentatious solid gold desk and immediately regretted it. He began to cry himself. "Is DONDA finished?"
"Here you go," Mike Dean said, surrendering his MacBook Pro. "Can I sit down?"
Kanye gave one disgusted look to his old friend before pulling the laptop closer to himself. "No. F*** you."
He pressed play on an Apple Music playlist of the songs and listened to their days of hard work for five seconds. Kanye stopped the first track and gestured Mike Dean to a nearby staircase leading up to the roof, taking the laptop with him.
Below them, they could see Atlanta in all its finery, and its millions of people, some of them still recovering from the DONDA listening party the night before.
Without saying a word, Kanye nonchalantly threw the laptop off the building. Mike Dean watched it hit the ground below and smash into countless pieces.
Kanye looked down upon his friend with disgust. "Make a classic by August 6th or I'm putting you in a home!" One could hear a distant peal of thunder as rain began to fall.
As his longtime friend returned to his office, Mike Dean fell to the ground, alternating sobs and fits of laughter. This was his breaking point. What do you get when you cross a tired, d*** addicted producer with an artist that abandons him and treats him like trash?
Mike Dean had become the Joker, baby.
Kanye needs to work with Yves Tumor
Blood Orange too
On a humid Atlanta night, nestled in the hidden corridors of a haunted Masonic lodge, Mike Dean stumbled into Kanye West's makeshift office. It was inhabited by the man himself, a desk of solid gold, and a folding chair for visitors.
When Mike Dean walked through the door, he could hardly speak for acute dehydration.
"Kanye..."
Kanye West looked up peevishly from his daily visit to Hentai Haven. "The hell you want, Mike? You have my mixes, you son of a b****?"
"I haven't slept since June..."
"I ain't want to hear any of your crying!" Kanye pounded his fist on the ostentatious solid gold desk and immediately regretted it. He began to cry himself. "Is DONDA finished?"
"Here you go," Mike Dean said, surrendering his MacBook Pro. "Can I sit down?"
Kanye gave one disgusted look to his old friend before pulling the laptop closer to himself. "No. F*** you."
He pressed play on an Apple Music playlist of the songs and listened to their days of hard work for five seconds. Kanye stopped the first track and gestured Mike Dean to a nearby staircase leading up to the roof, taking the laptop with him.
Below them, they could see Atlanta in all its finery, and its millions of people, some of them still recovering from the DONDA listening party the night before.
Without saying a word, Kanye nonchalantly threw the laptop off the building. Mike Dean watched it hit the ground below and smash into countless pieces.
Kanye looked down upon his friend with disgust. "Make a classic by August 6th or I'm putting you in a home!" One could hear a distant peal of thunder as rain began to fall.
As his longtime friend returned to his office, Mike Dean fell to the ground, alternating sobs and fits of laughter. This was his breaking point. What do you get when you cross a tired, d*** addicted producer with an artist that abandons him and treats him like trash?
Mike Dean had become the Joker, baby.
They say in any other industry, you're supposed to get better than the past, like computers should get smaller, and faster. But whenever you say, 'I want to be Elvis' they say, 'what's wrong with you?'
Well I want to be Elvis.
Finally completed chopping all the tracks from the stream and increasing the volume on each one of them
Finally completed chopping all the tracks from the stream and increasing the volume on each one of them
drop link fam
drop link fam
I didnt include pop smoke one tho, didnt like it to be a recycled verse
I didnt include pop smoke one tho, didnt like it to be a recycled verse
im not a fan of unauthorized posthumous art so were all good there
ktt2.com/messages
i know but its not showing up a new message icon or s*** like dat
i know but its not showing up a new message icon or s*** like dat
u have to follow eachother also
i know but its not showing up a new message icon or s*** like dat
need to mutually follow eachuva