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I Rather
481
Hip-Hop/Rap
I Rather fue lanzado el 19 de septiembre de 2025 por Geffen Records como parte del álbum UnderDawg
album cover
ÁlbumUnderDawg
Fecha de lanzamiento19 de septiembre de 2025
Sello discográficoGeffen Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM80

Video musical

Video musical

Letra

[Intro]
Hold on, wait
I rather not, ****
I rather not
Juvy
Juvy (Fuck ****)
Gang
You know what time I'm on
I rather not
Every time I lock in this booth, I'm with it
Yeah, Juvy
Juvy
Juvy
Gang
[Chorus]
I took my losses by myself, the fuck I need a **** 'round for?
Just made a fifty piece on the same scale I weighed the pounds on
That struggle be what made me, 'member sleepin' on the damn floor
Makin' all this dirty money, tryna clean it, I need some damn soap
I rather trap before I go and punch a clock
They rather talk shit on the 'Gram, I rather send a hundred shots
Until I buy my folks a crib, I won't feel like I made it out
He said it's smoke with me?
Now I'm out back in yo' bushes stakin' out
[Verse 1]
These **** rather be the biggest opp, ****
(What the fuck is that? Huh?)
I rather be the richest opp
****, it's a difference
The judge ask why can't the killings stop?
(Can't the killings stop?)
'Cause **** dissin' in they raps
Your Honor, go check the statistics
By the time I touched my first fifty, I was plottin' on my next fifty
I get up close and squeeze, I ain't arguin' on the 'net with 'em
I'm a motherfucking certified hustling-ass head splitter
I fucked his ho to get him mad the same night he went to bed with her
I let that blick solve all my problems, we ain't seein' eye-to-eye
Like it's valet parking, come through here then we'll park your ride
Stay in the trap or lock in in the studio, I can't decide
Grindin' harder than a bitch, so when I blow, don't be surprised, ****
[Chorus]
I took my losses by myself, the fuck I need a **** 'round for?
Just made a fifty piece on the same scale I weighed the pounds on
That struggle be what made me, 'member sleepin' on the damn floor
Makin' all this dirty money, tryna clean it, I need some damn soap
I rather trap before I go and punch a clock
They rather talk shit on the 'Gram, I rather send a hundred shots
Until I buy my folks a crib, I won't feel like I made it out
He said it's smoke with me?
Now I'm out back in yo' bushes stakin' out (Okay)
(I'm stakin' out, ****)
Written by: Aden Arboine, Isreal Ramon Martell Jr.
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