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Day Shift
8,373
Hip-Hop/Rap
Day Shift fue lanzado el 18 de abril de 2025 por Trap Dickey/Uptown como parte del álbum Day Shift - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento18 de abril de 2025
Sello discográficoTrap Dickey/Uptown
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM75

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Wooshy
Wooshy
Programación
Mere Tape
Mere Tape
Programación
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Guitarra
Travis Dickey
Travis Dickey
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Travis Dickey
Travis Dickey
Autoría
Clemens Wardin
Clemens Wardin
Autoría
Maximilian Huschke
Maximilian Huschke
Autoría
Umere Alford
Umere Alford
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Wooshy
Wooshy
Producción
Imixnation
Imixnation
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mere Tape
Mere Tape
Producción
Juan Razuri
Juan Razuri
Ingeniería de mezcla envolvente

Letra

I mix nation for real
Runnin' with a couple killers, I know that won't save shit
My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift
I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm aging
My baby brother ask me how many yards that I done laid in
I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets
Put money on my ****' books, make sure the opps don't eat this week
Jump in that water, swear to God, this shit get deep
My lil' cousin out in Florida always smilin', showin' teeth
Can't scrape from prison when **** knock out all your teeth
Gotta keep a pistol when you out here in the streets
**** be dyin' 'bout anything but swear they wanna beef
Dirty top on me, it's gon' knock you off your feet
If he still alive, that mean that I don't want him dead, okay
Used to be a hitter, now there's money on my head, okay
Melee boys from Lincoln Avenue, they want us fed, okay
But for these bags, I used to smack shit for the bread, okay
No dirt to win, skid, get to shootin' and watch him fade away (LA Gang)
He won the 50, scraped from Houston, that's a major play
How many times I gotta tell you **** I don't play okay? (Boom)
How many times I gotta show you **** I done paved the way?
Runnin' with a couple killers, I know that won't say shit
My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift
I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm aging
My baby brother ask about how many yards that I done laid in
I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets
Put money on my ****' books, make sure the opps don't eat this week
Jump in that water, swear to God, this shit get deep
My lil' cousin out in Florida, always smilin', showin' teeth (LA Gangs)
Written by: Clemens Wardin, Maximilian Huschke, Travis Dickey, Umere Alford
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