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NTS
Hip-Hop/Rap
NTS wurde am 20. Februar 2024 von CNRD als Teil des Albums NTS - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum20. Februar 2024
LabelCNRD
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CNRD
CNRD
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conrad Robinson
Conrad Robinson
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pressure Beats
Pressure Beats
Producer

Songtexte

I gotta check for a show
I bust it down with the gang
I don’t got time for no games
Benny be calling my name
I gotta big bag I was never the same
I gotta big bag I was never the same
Wake up
Check my account and I’m way up
All of the L’s that I took on the way I deserve every O on the paystub
I’m from a city where summers be litty
And winter be chilly like no scrubs
I told em I’ma do big things
They told me don’t get your hopes up
Look at me now
Economy down but not over here
Could cop me a Benz but don’t really care
I’m keeping it low don’t like when they stare
This life is a game and we don’t play fair
We on different levels so just to be clear
When we on the road I mean in the air
This a different drive better stay in ya lane
Level up and they say that you changed
I Zelle different we ain’t wired the same
Lost my mind and the money’s to blame
Tall stash still ahead of the game
You goofy **** blowing rent on a chain
It’ll be a cold case if we talk ice
Big drippin on a off night
Nothing off brand bout these Off-Whites
Lotta hard days lotta long nights
Lotta room keys lotta long flights
Better know you dealing with the boss type
If you talk up better talk nice
I gotta check for a show
I Bust it down with the gang
I don’t got time for the games
Benny be calling my wait
Hol up
I don’t stand next to no lames
Put some respect on my name
I don’t got time for no games
Benny keep calling me
Calling me calling me
I gotta big bag I was never the same
I gotta big bag I was never the same
I don’t stand next to no lames
Put some respect on my name
I don’t got time for no games
Yall could keep all of the fame
I gotta big bag I was never the same
Fuck boys only sharpen my aim
Hellcats cuz we been through the flames
Sipping ‘pagne for the pain
Fuck is you saying
They don’t really want it
Why they even try it, I can’t even call it
If you really got it then put something on it
Looking for me I be on the water
Locs swinging like I’m Mr. Carter
Find somebody that you think go harder
Bet you I’ma son em and that’s on my daughter
Written by: Conrad Robinson
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