Hell Backwards - Rome Streetz: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Hell Backwards

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Hell Backwards fue lanzado el 29 de septiembre de 2023 por The Influenyce Enterprise como parte del álbum Noise Kandy 5

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumNoise Kandy 5

Fecha de lanzamiento29 de septiembre de 2023

Sello discográficoThe Influenyce Enterprise

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM78

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes

Rome Streetz

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Jerome Allen

Letra

Producción e ingeniería

Futurewave

Ingeniería de mezcla

Wavy Da Ghawd

Producción

Letra

Look, ayo

Trust no one, the soul of a battle-scarred shogun

Plottin' new stickups with a old gun

Inhale the weed smoke deep in both lungs

My destiny's to hold funds

The dough comes and goes, make sure you hold some (Uh-huh)

Step into the dark side, it's far from wholesome

I made a large pie Outta whole crumb, then multiplied it (Flipped it)

Took of advantage of everything that they don't acknowledge (Word)

Some **** got all the game but they won't apply it (Stupid)

Didn't go to college, I chose the road in the code of silence

Saw the coldest violence, sold plenty dope cut with a broken promise (Uh-huh)

Smoking potent skamas, young and wildin', on the low for Mama

Popo behind us (Whoop whoop), next stop is the Island

I'm solid

Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)

Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)

Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes

To survive, do or die (Yeah) in NY, I'm solid

Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)

Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)

Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes

To survive, do or die in NY

Yo, deadass, I been ridin' iron horses (Uh-huh), dreamin' of buyin' Porsches

Daily, eyein' shit that'd probably make you nauseous (Real shit)

Cautious, 'cause I did and been through a lot, rise and fall

Seen a baller start usin' rock and sell his Gucci watch (Wow)

From the suburbs to the slum curb, done dirt

A lot can change from one gun burst (Bla! Bla!); need all of my funds first

Pocket full of filthy cash, see dirt all over my palm

Heard I got a couple offspring but I don't know they mom (Haha)

Neck glow from golden charms, up arms on whatever, though

Hip-hop is dead, you hear my music through the stethoscope

I run the town, these other **** is clowns in a spectacle (You **** washed!)

The bar high beyond they reach, will they grab it? I'm skeptical (Nah)

My energy is charged, I glitch anything electrical

All those who oppose, I execute

Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)

Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)

Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes

To survive, do or die (Yeah) in NY, I'm solid

Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)

Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)

Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes

To survive, do or die in NY

Written by: Jerome Allen

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