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Endless
Hip-Hop/Rap
Endless est sorti le 3 juin 2025 par Hermz dans le cadre de l'album Vol 1 Prototype
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Date de sortie3 juin 2025
LabelHermz
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM139

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Hermz Music Producer
Hermz Music Producer
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Herman Wade
Herman Wade
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Hermz Music Producer
Hermz Music Producer
Production

Paroles

Yeah
Hermz, this beat feel like gun smoke in church
You hear that bass? That's legacy breathin'
Talk slick — but I move like I'm touched by God
Endless. Yeah, that's me
Came from the bottom, straight out the mud
Now my wrist talk back like it hold a grudge
Ain't get no handout, bitch I hustled up
Turned 2 for 10s into double ups
Ghost in the field, still move like a Don
Real street poet, no cap in the song
Glock on my mind, peace in my palm
I'm built from the trap and a righteous bomb
Ain't no clout, just risk and work
Had to stash that pain in a Louis shirt
Talk that "real," but I live that hurt
I was down so bad I could taste the dirt
Every bar I spit, that's food for the fam
I ain't in no race — I'm the whole exam
They copy the drip but can't clone the man
I bent them blocks, now I own the land
Endless. I'm that one, no lie
Real G-shit, no mask, no why
They want smoke? I bring that fire
I don't need gas — I'm my own supplier
Endless. I don't fold, I rise
Still got cuts from the coldest times
Fuck your deal, fuck your line
Endless. I write my own bloodline
Look in my eyes — that's war, not fear
Had to sell them packs just to buy that year
Seen more fades than a barbershop mirror
Had to dodge that time just to get right here
Pressure hit hard but I ain't break once
Broke them cycles off pure-ass guts
Ain't no rap cap, I lived them stunts
Put my pain in the beat, let the bass go thump
Still got ops tryna claim my wins
Still got pain in designer skin
Still got dreams of a million flips
Still got love for my day-one kin
Ain't no script, I made this path
Took my Ls and I turned 'em black
Now every verse is a coded map
To a place where the hood don't crash
Whispers turned to calls from the block
They said "go," so I blew that lock
I ain't need no torch or stock
Just a voice, a grind, and a crooked clock
Endless. I'm that one, no lie
Real G-shit, no mask, no why
They want smoke? I bring that fire
I don't need gas — I'm my own supplier
Endless. I don't fold, I rise
Still got cuts from the coldest times
Fuck your deal, fuck your line
Endless. I write my bloodline
Say my name like you say a prayer
I ain't no myth — I was really there
Threw them hands, moved them grams
Lost some folks but I kept my stance
Walk through storms like it's just rain
Built from scars, I don't feel pain
Don't just win — I outlast lanes
I'm Endless, homie — remember the name
I'm what they see when they dream that cell
I'm the voice in the wind that escaped that hell
I'm the truth that the fake won't tell
The last breath of a block that fell
Hermz laced this shit with war
Now I spit like I kicked down heaven's door
Came from silence, built my route
I'm Endless, bitch — fade me the fuck out
Endless. I'm that one, no lie
Real G-shit, no mask, no why
They want smoke? I bring that fire
I don't need gas — I'm my own supplier
Endless. I don't fold, I rise
Still got cuts from the coldest times
Fuck your deal, fuck your line
Endless. I write my own bloodline
Endless
This ain't rap — this survival turned art
That guy
Written by: Herman Wade
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