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Intro

Hip-Hop/Rap

Intro wurde am 29. Oktober 2025 von Rixh Reaper Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtRixh Reaper 5

Songdetails

AlbumRixh Reaper 5

Veröffentlichungsdatum29. Oktober 2025

LabelRixh Reaper Records

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM80

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Antonio Staten

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Antonio Jaloni Staten

Antonio Jaloni Staten

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Antonio Staten

Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah, tell him it's my soul

Rich Reaper

Travis Thompson, what the fuck going on

Alone with a man

Carrying your spirit everywhere I go

Not for real

The streets got colder, had to carry that weight

Wish I could rewind, but it's already too late

Pictures on the wall, tears fall on the frame

I still hear your voice every time they say your name

Not so long, praying for a sign to appear

Trying to numb the pain, but it's crystal clear

Lost my brothers, now I walk with the scars

Talking to the heavens, wonder if you hear my heart

Yeah, long live my brothers, everyday all on my mental

I wear my heart on my sleeve, no one to vent to

I talk to God on my knees, cause that's what men do

I really come from the gutter, I can't pretend to

Grew up on morals and principles, it was necessary

There's none of my brothers, my brothers won't put them secondary

Fuck me up, and when I see them ****, obituaries

When I make it, drop that bag on beneficiaries

Two-toned Arriva, hardcore, just like February

And ain't no devil for this all, it made him legendary

I tell a **** snake shit, bitch, I'm nothing scary

A rat killed my brother, I'm trying to get that **** buried

Damn, I met extermination, I got all determination

Put a op inside my sheet of face, pussy **** always faking

They know the risk I'm taking

My shit so full, I whoop-de-do if I don't fucking make it

Damn

Them streets got colder, had to carry that weight

Wish I could rewind, but it's already too late

Pictures on the wall, tears fall on the frame

I still hear your voice every time they say your name

Hey now, everything I say, I guarantee, I make you feel it

I had a chip up on my shoulder since the day I lost the realest

Really dove inside that water without no vest, cause I'm the trillest

They know two-toned Arriva, that dog hard, just like Bruce Willis

And as the season, bitch, we creeping, move with heaters, we the illest

And all them nights I wasn't sleeping, cause I lost my fucking ****

When I was lost and needed guidance, K, I told me, paint that picture

Cause I'm a visionary, everything I say, I see, it's vivid

And these pussy **** hating, they won't knock me off my pivot

And I put BTA, what's the ETA

**** finish it like GTA, who gon' die today

When I'm fishing, gon' catch 40 Drake

Yeah, 40 Drake, when I'm spending

You know that when we slide through the Z, got seven-six-two

K.I, we gon' miss you, everything we do for you

This shit get risky and get tricky, but I won't be confused

Though I got trust issues, won't hesitate to bust you

Them streets got colder, had to carry that weight

Wish I could rewind, but it's already too late

Pictures on the wall, tears fall on the frame

I still hear your voice every time you say your name

Written by: Antonio Jaloni Staten

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