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Morphine
Hip-Hop/Rap
Morphine fue lanzado el 26 de noviembre de 2023 por 1602722 Records DK2 como parte del álbum The Reverend
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Fecha de lanzamiento26 de noviembre de 2023
Sello discográfico1602722 Records DK2
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM127

Créditos

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jesus Tejada
Jesus Tejada
Autoría

Letra

Aye man, real 2800 baby, I'm the one, not the two, bitch, if you ain't already know, yeah
Yeah
Before I seen **** playin' with money
I seen em playin' with the fire hoe
Comin' up in my hood n you know we admire those
Ready to pop a **** like a bottle, I, yeah
I spin in a minivan or a Tahoe
Rock out no guitar, this Desperado
I be ready to ride out full throttle
My glizzy like fine wine, Moscato
Don't be thinkin' shit sweet cause this not Disaronno
Step in two threes and I shoot like I play for Chicago
Hunnid round drum on a chopper like Bongoz
I used to trap in the rain with a stick and a poncho
And I been in the field like I play for the Broncos
Ain't no cap in my rap like them other ****
I need six but I'm workin' on seven figures
Play with me and I won't wanna be a ****
Might let loose every time that I see a ****
Some of my opps locked and I hate it
I really can't wait till they free the ****
But it's okay, I'm smokin' what's his name?
Got too high, can't remember it either, ****
By myself counting racks in my fuckin' section
Twenty-eight double O where we keep a weapon
**** hate where I'm from and the gang I'm reppin
I got hate in the hood from a big selection
Can't get ran out my hood cause I'm fuckin' steppin
Run up, I'll send you to hell, and still break in heaven
12 got whacked in my hood this the fourth of the Oaks
Right before Wishy turned seven
I started to touch on them sticks by eleven
But I blew my first stick at like fourteen
Tryna put **** up like it's quarantine
Told you once you can't see life from my perspective
Don't get shot tryna play me for my complexion
I'ma put you to sleep like some morphine
All these 448s, I get em out the way, count the backend
And then go get some more P's
Walked in the trap like sorry for the weight
Left with 12 racks and only sold four P's
And these fuck **** hate how I'm havin' motion
They be fuckin' with rats but count no cheese
Every time I got slimedd out, I kept it street
Spint the block, **** teamed up with police
Fuck your bitch, scratch her name right up off the list
Guarantee she gon' beg me for mo' D
And she treat me like gas, she be blowin' me
I done robbed ****, I done got robbed
But it ain't never been a ho in me
My chopper, write murder, no poetry
Play with me, make you get in to rosary's
Make you rethink your life for approaching me
I'm just to independent no coaching' me
And I stay with the bags, grocery
When I'm out, it ain't too hard to notice me
I might chop your block down with them Big 223's
As long as I know you don't know it's me
Written by: Jesus Tejada
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