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No Comment
94
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Comment wurde am 26. August 2026 von GODD COMPLEXX, under exclusive license to Roc Nation Records, LLC als Teil des Albums If Tomorrow Never Comes veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum26. August 2026
LabelGODD COMPLEXX, under exclusive license to Roc Nation Records, LLC
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM80

Songtexte

[Chorus]
I said, "Dog, could you imagine if I had a million dollars?"
I'm fresh up out the hood, see, I barely went to college
45 beside us, trappin' out Ramadas
White girl snortin' cocaína, clearing out her sinus
Based on where I'm from, I shouldn't even know designers
Now I'm front row in Paris, acting like I'm modest
Paying off my mama crib, I'm trying to keep my promise
That's the reason I don't get too caught up in the comments
[Verse 1]
My daddy wasn't 'round a lot, sometimes, he still provided
When Rody got his settlement, he let me raid his closet
And my uncles was too busy, so they never gave me guidance
So them bitches I was hustling was paying for my Pradas
Show me the loss, I'll show you the lessons
Show me the flaws, I'll show you the blessings
I show you the reasons why I've been stressing
You show me a bitch, I see the finessing
You show me a bitch, I start second guessing
You show me your heart, I see lethal weapon
You show me your mind, I see a depression
You show me your art, I'll see a confession
You show me anything more than I've already shown you then it's going to feel like a therapy session, and I'm depressin'
[Bridge]
Even somebody that would never love somebody
Would never love somebody, would never hug somebody
Would never trust somebody, would never fight for somebody
Would never rush somebody, would never push somebody
Would never hush somebody
You was never much somebody, you was very much somebody
You would never touch my body, you told me that you ain't love me like I— oh
[Chorus]
I said, "Dog, could you imagine if I had a million dollars?"
I'm fresh up out the hood, see, I barely went to college
45 beside us, trappin' out Ramadas
White girl snortin' cocaína, clearing out her sinus
Based on where I'm from, I shouldn't even know designers
Now I'm front row in Paris, acting like I'm modest
Paying off my mama crib, I'm trying to keep my promise
That's the reason I don't get too caught up in the comments
Written by: Carlos St. John Phillips, Louie Gomez
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