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Wrong Path (feat. 8Six)
Hip-Hop
Wrong Path (feat. 8Six) wurde am 29. Juni 2026 von Streetwise Entertainment als Teil des Albums The Shadow Syndicate veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum29. Juni 2026
LabelStreetwise Entertainment
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Spade
Young Spade
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Dickinson
Mark Dickinson
Composer

Songtexte

Yeah, uh
What? Oh yeah, uh
The Bishop, uh
Yeah, what? Uh
Pressin' fake blues with the fetti, I got my mask on
Post up with the stick and the jab until the cash long
Schoolboy wanna be like me, he got the path wrong
All my friends dead or in jail, this life a sad song
Pressin' fake blues with the fetti, I got my mask on
Post up with the stick and the jab until the cash long
Schoolboy wanna be like me, he got the path wrong
All my friends dead or in jail, this life a sad song
I'ma play my role until the curtain close
We'll spin a **** block 'til I get vertigo
Get between this bread, I turn your flock into sloppy joes
I paid attention in math but never made the honor roll
I let 'em treat they nose, I got lofty goals
You know the streets'll expose **** who broke the code
I broke the mold with weed and blow, I watched **** sell they soul
Three days servin', I didn't wash my clothes
We pullin' all-nighters, choppers like a Al-Qaeda
I peel your shit back and leave your ass with Alzheimer's
This just a reminder that the streets'll get grimy
Post up with a stick that could crash a whole airliner
Pressin' fake blues with the fetti, I got my mask on
Post up with the stick and the jab until the cash long
Schoolboy wanna be like me, he got the path wrong
All my friends dead or in jail, this life a sad song
Pressin' fake blues with the fetti, I got my mask on
Post up with the stick and the jab until the cash long
Schoolboy wanna be like me, he got the path wrong
All my friends dead or in jail, this life a sad song
Ayy, look
Tryna squeeze some dollars, had to move the product
He tried to run off, then his whip got shot up
My **** tryna score, I just tell him spot up
I heard them **** hoes, man, you know they not us
You better have my bread by the deadline
'Cause if I make a call, they comin' through and it's bedtime
Uh, I'm with this bitch and she prefer the red wine
Behind on the count but you know I'm ahead mine
Throw on the watch like I'm tryna make the time freeze
The shit I'm smokin' on, it got me lookin' Chinese
And we don't cry thieves or a rat with cheese
Get up out of your body, then I'ma make you bleed
I'm pressin' fake blues with the fetti, I got my mask on
Post up with the stick and the jab until the cash long
Schoolboy wanna be like me, he got the path wrong
All my friends dead or in jail, this life a sad song
Pressin' fake blues with the fetti, I got my mask on
Post up with the stick and the jab until the cash long
Schoolboy wanna be like me, he got the path wrong
All my friends dead or in jail, this life a sad song
Written by: Mark Dickinson
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