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Due Date
Hip-Hop/Rap
Due Date was released on 30 January 2024 by Up Good Entertainment as a part of the album Lately
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AlbumLately
Release Date30 January 2024
LabelUp Good Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Mastromatteo
Richard Mastromatteo
Songwriter
Mark March
Mark March
Songwriter

Lyrics

Look
All I'm wanting is racks in my pockets, ain't askin' for much
Got a little bit of weed, I'ma roll in a blunt
Put my life on the track, no I ain't bout to front
I was down on my ass just the first of the month
Then I got me a plug and I got me a bag
And I got in the stu, got the fuck off my ass
Fell in love with the money, addicted to cash
This here's my story, lil' ****, sit back
I been a goon since I hopped out the stroller
Remember them apartments on Fairchild and Gola
Ain't had no heat so the winter was colder
Ain't had TV while we need a controller
My partner died, no he ain't gettin' older
They shot him in traffic he ain't gettin' over
His mama drinkin, now she won't get sober
His brother keep smokin, he think he a stoner
They left me alone in these streets, I'm a loner
Errbody op now, I done turned soldier
I lost my mama and ain't get no closure
Smoke so I'm high, til I can't get no closer
Tears in my eyes now I just wanna hold her
She ain't raise no bitch, so I'm thuggin' and rollin
Tears in my eyes now I just wanna hold her
She ain't raise no bitch, so I'm thuggin' and rollin
Just want racks in my pocket, ain't askin' for much
Got a little bit of weed, I'ma roll in a blunt
Put my life on the track, no I ain't bout to creep
I was down on my ass just the first of the week
Then I got a connect, went and got me a bag
Got on the track, got the fuck off my ass
All bout the bread, I'm addicted to cash
Here's my story, lil shorty, relax
Uh
You know where I'm comin' from
The childhood troublesome
Seen them get chewed up like bubble gum, pop
Frontin' like you wanna rumble, son, stop
Just a product of split, rollin
Ridin' round with a stick, cocked
Can't spend the rest of my life
Switchin' that safety off of the lock
Swear that I'm on it, hit two stus a day
Puttin' venues on hold while I'm answerin' plays
Always been solid, you just in phase
No, I can't call it, I am not one from deep pockets
But got it, cause how I rock it, shit, I'm off to the moon
Back feelin' light since I dropped the baboon
Shit is so dope, make a fiend need a spoon
All I'm wanting is racks in my pockets, ain't askin' for much
Got a little bit of weed, I'ma roll in a blunt
Put my life on the track, no I ain't bout to front
I was down on my ass just the first of the month
Then I got me a plug and I got me a bag
And I got in the stu, got the fuck off my ass
Fell in love with the money, addicted to cash
This here's my story, lil' ****, sit back
Written by: Mark March, Richard Mastromatteo
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