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Small Circle
1,993
Hip-Hop/Rap
Small Circle fue lanzado el 4 de mayo de 2024 por Compound Management LLC como parte del álbum The Mixup 2 - EP
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento4 de mayo de 2024
Sello discográficoCompound Management LLC
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Compound
Compound
Rap
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Travis Dobson
Travis Dobson
Autoría
Kristof Lilienthal
Kristof Lilienthal
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Compound
Compound
Producción, Producción ejecutiva
Buckroll
Buckroll
Producción
BJ Mekk
BJ Mekk
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

Never gave a f*ck about the fame
All I want is money and respect on my name
I don't know what told you I'm to blame
Promise that I'm not the one who changed
I see people come and go
I can't let them get too close (Uh-uh)
I gotta keep it together (Gotta)
I'm tryna be here forever
Got it off the block pushing balls and quarters
Kept the flip going and I went to transporter
I'm not talking exporter, I'm that importer
Whatever you need, please believe I can fill that order
Circle keep on getting smaller, never been a follower
You did it for the fame and I did it for the dollar
Never sell my soul though, I decline the offer
I been staying low-key, I been trapping out Impala
I been going hard, but I gotta go harder
I could turn rocks to diamonds like I'm Shawn Carter
I was walking in Harlem, same blocks as porter
Before my pops died, he said, "Take care of my daughter"
Is your family overrated or blood thicker than water?
Flow just keeps on getting better, buzz is only getting stronger
Yeah, you know I'm on your bumper, hometown hero, I'm the dumper
Keep on pushing little stronger, smoke a spliff and sit and wonder
I gotta keep it together
I'm tryna be here forever
I'm tryna be here forever
I'm tryna be here forever
Coming from prison cells, I'm fine with being lonely
Forty floors up with the wraparound balcony
Friends and family, had 'em both try to back door me
And nothing be worse than an undercover phony
All about respect, loyalty, that's a fact, homie
But I thought you said you know me, bitches wanna come and blow me
Like it's Sunday and she holy 'cause she see my bust down Rollie
Benz same color guacamole and I'm balling like I'm Kobe
Never gave a f*ck about the fame
All I want is money and respect on my name
I don't know what told you I'm to blame
Promise that I'm not the one who changed
Written by: Kristof Lilienthal, Travis Dobson
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