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Death Around The Corner

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Death Around The Corner wurde am 29. Oktober 2025 von FTD als Teil des Albums Karma 4 (Deluxe Edition) veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumKarma 4 (Deluxe Edition)

Veröffentlichungsdatum29. Oktober 2025

LabelFTD

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM77

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dave East

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

David Brewster

Songwriter

John Groover

Songwriter

Michael Cox, Jr.

Michael Cox, Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mike & Keys

Producer

John Sparkz

Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

These holy blessings came from only lessons

My homie stressin', no more bullets in his only weapon

Don't interrupt the classroom if you know we testin'

This street shit get depressin' when you see no progression

A thousand dollar sneakers on, you know I'm steppin'

Takin' advice from a smoker is such a hopeless message

Broke down a plate, took all his shit, let cuzzles smoke the extras

The coldest winter ever, pray to God my coat was leather

Shit was broke, we couldn't fix it, we just hoped for better

Started violent, when you a pirate, you always hoped for treasure

Goodbye to all my shoes, the master stole jay sweater

I ain't movin', I ain't groovin', I retro forever

This my open letter, broken hearted, know they jealous

Fuck they father for fuckin' they mother

I ain't got no better

Ignorant, bury so many homies that I'm sober never

Duckin' phase was not an option, under no exception

Death around the corner, millions on I wanted

We from California, now they swept me like a sauna

Pistol on while I'm performin', most these rappers callin'

We were trappin' till the sun go down, get right back in the mornin'

I smell death around the corner, millions all I wanted

We from California, earnin' millions, now I'm goner

Pistol on while I'm performin', most these rappers callin'

We were trappin' till the sun go down, get right back in the mornin'

Death is in the air, I can smell it

They buy, I sell it, fuck it

Bucket hat for mornin', Givenchy fragrance, come smell a hustler

Drinkin' Niantuckers with chicken wings from the crown fried

I went outside, before **** was hype, they say they outside

It's hard to talk, when your jaw broke, don't get your mouth wide

Rest up Robin Williams, these **** is Mrs. Doubtfire

Bitches in disguise, I been the shit, I'm duckin' flies

Do not doubt me, fuck a five, light a spliff, get drunk and drive

Bad influence, I been foolish since Ashanti was with Gotti

Coke plug in Carolina, said they move faster than Robin

Sixth floor was me in check, the first floor kicked it with Wiley

**** think they got the key to the city, that's just a copy

I smell death around the corner, millions all I wanted

We from California, now they swat me like a sauna

Guess the long while I'm performin', most these rappers callin'

We were trappin' till the sun go down, get right back in the mornin'

I smell death around the corner, millions all wanted

We from California, 100 million, I'ma get on it

Guess the long while I'm performin', most these rappers callin'

We were trappin' till the sun go down, get right back in the mornin'

I smell death around the corner, millions all I wanted

Put my mask on, I don't want to breathe that shit in

I can smell it, death around the corner, rollin'

I smell death around the corner, get right back in the mornin'

Written by: David Brewster, John Groover, Michael Cox, Jr.

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