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Static
Hip-Hop/Rap
Static dirilis pada 21 November 2025 oleh Forbithen Records sebagai bagian dari album Orbit 26
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Tanggal Rilis21 November 2025
LabelForbithen Records
BahasaEnglish
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM99

Lirik

Concentration
She want fame but can't even name one winner
Talk 'bout smoke, but they all got filtered
We been outside, no pics, no Insta
If bro let fly, then they won't find prints, no fingers
(Shh, shh)
Still got cash in the bag, no splinters
I might slide through just to check that fixture
And if I go broke, I'll flip that script, no fiction
Back to the field, no ref, no whistle (brr)
I don't need love, I need profit margins
Ten toes deep, no peace, just bargains
She want a trip, I told her"Target"
I move silent, they talk like parrots
(Chat, chat)
Cold heart, still froze in the summer
Whole team eat, no scraps, no hunger
Don't talk war if your block ain't thunder
We pull strings, no chords, no drummer
Bro just built up somethin' exotic
Weight so clean, they think we robotic
If cops show up, we switch to logic
Mask on tight, no face, no topic
She want fame but can't even name one winner
Talk 'bout smoke, but they all got filtered
We been outside, no pics, no Insta
If bro let fly, then they won't find prints, no fingers
(Shh, shh)
Still got cash in the bag, no splinters
I might slide through just to check that fixture
And if I go broke, I'll flip that script, no fiction
Back to the field, no ref, no whistle (brr)
Still in the zone, no need for a caption
Money in motion, I'm built for the action
Heard man talk, but it's pure distraction
We don't do words, we just show reaction
Ain't got time for a fake man's lecture
Move like chess, protect my sector
If she don't match my vibe, I'll dead her
I'm cold, can't thaw, no matter the weather
Brrr-o hit once, then he ghosted quicker
Whole scene froze, no post, no picture
We don't do hints, we send that whisper
Whole gang tight like locks and scissors
(Clink)
No signal, still we transmit
Talk too much, get lost in static
Bro got weight, no gym, just balance
And I stay lowkey, still cause damage
She want fame but can't even name one winner
Talk 'bout smoke, but they all got filtered
We been outside, no pics, no Insta
If bro let fly, then they won't find prints, no fingers
(Shh, shh)
Still got cash in the bag, no splinters
I might slide through just to check that fixture
And if I go broke, I'll flip that script, no fiction
Back to the field, no ref, no whistle
Written by: Valentin Forb Ithen
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