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Strike
Hip-Hop/Rap
Strike wurde am 11. März 2025 von Vivid Mirrors Publishing als Teil des Albums YOU CHOSE THE WRONG SIDE 2 - EP veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum11. März 2025
LabelVivid Mirrors Publishing
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eddie Lee
Eddie Lee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Powell
Alexander Powell
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Treylen Clay
Treylen Clay
Producer

Songtexte

I wasn't trynna strike
Aye aye aye aye
I heard that **** Lee was nice
Talk two em
I wasn't tryna strike
A **** tryna empty out the clip
Why yo ass can't stay yo ass at home?
I'm in and out the mix
Ma Dukes asked when I'll relax
I said when cash don't make me rich
Ain't enough to call them **** fake
I call em counterfeit
Money moves, I take it north
But I still stay in south the bridge
Play my shit and every face in here gon' hit the sour lip
Every birdie sings, she love me, every siren want my ear
But I swear it be the same old song that I'm not tryna hear
This life is a trip, hoppin' states and postin' flicks
I was bankin' on the loss to come one off, not let me win
Steve steppers in the gangsta party why they let me in?
Ran it up and now they haittin' on me, shit, let's go again
Let them dollars fly, they back back time, I catch my second wind
Back to back the coupe, right back to sippin' drank and cuttin' hits
I'm at peace when I get sober, but I'm happy when I'm lit
Yeah, I'm keepin' faith and tryna balance out this life of sin
I wasn't tryna strike
A **** tryna empty out the clip
Why yo ass can't stay yo ass at home?
I'm in and out the mix
Ma Dukes asked when I'll relax
I said when cash don't make me rich
Ain't enough to call them **** fake
I call em counterfeit
Money moves, I take it north
But I still stay in south the bridge
Play my shit and every face in here gon' hit the sour lip
Every birdie sings, she love me, every siren want my ear
But I swear it be the same old song that I'm not tryna hear
We gon make it shake or make it cook I not new to the whip
Brand new charm, run my neck, look like I pulled it out the fridge
I was hangin' round the ledge, I fucked around and built a crib
Bring the bottles, call the vibes, and please let all my **** in
Goin double, seeing double, got my bank account twin
I could care less if a cost involved, I'm tryna see us win
Pay the piper, pay off peter, I see Paul, I'm finna spin
Why I left these Frankies off, cause I can't take it in the end
I wasn't tryna strike
A **** tryna empty out the clip
Why yo ass can't stay yo ass at home?
I'm in and out the mix
Ma Dukes asked when I'll relax
I said when cash don't make me rich
Ain't enough to call them **** fake
I call em counterfeit
Money moves, I take it north
But I still stay in south the bridge
Play my shit and every face in here gon' hit the sour lip
Every birdie sings, she love me, every siren want my ear
But I swear it be the same old song that I'm not tryna hear
Written by: Alexander Powell
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