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Rubix Cube
45
Hip-Hop
Rubix Cube è stato pubblicato il 11 marzo 2021 da Cinematic Music Group come parte dell'album G.R.A.M.S.
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Data di uscita11 marzo 2021
EtichettaCinematic Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM79

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jayy Grams
Jayy Grams
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin McDonald
Justin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
183rd
183rd
Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Yeah, we back, ****
We ain't never leave though
[Verse 2]
You know the motive
Intention on getting gold and this Rollie
Hole in his newbie shoes
He a activist, turn the block around like a Rubix cube
Knew the dudes who doo doo doo
You probably knew 'em through the news
You cannot move a **** who
Can never win, so stick to losing
Remember fighting was the way to the truth
Entanglement to squabble, now it's just a Jada excuse
A box of new DVDs and that means the cable is due
Label the ruthless nuisance and your tool says, "Hey"
To the food that I'm about to cook
Racist shooters off the hook
In America barbaric stuff
Bury just for merit when the sheriff cuts your gun
Contradict their false belief and say that they better
Treat you like two Floyds
It's either George or Mayweather
It all depends on fettucine
Leverage is everything
We need to make it where they know damn well
They know I did it, but I win it, that's the OJ spell
It's soul flame, propane, 4 Ks and coal can't help
About to bring the tank out
They saying all my wins is fuckery
But when it's time to put it on the line, them **** ducking me
I'm raised fast
Nobody my age is tryna straight clash
They put me with the greats and, man
That's not even my weight class
[Verse 3]
Twenty-eight grams, they carbon copies, **** owe me
.38 blam, I'm calling doctor, 'cause he holy
Twenty-eight grams, you wanna match it, then we rolling
Never catch up to the chosen one, ****
[Verse 4]
This is the end to the phony shit and commercial fillers
The rats are squeaking, they merge your beat with the serpent slithers
In-person **** gotta be they online self
They actions speaking Jerry, but they crime on Seinfeld
I manage a mind well that could give Flint water
I'll gift your daughter a poet like I killed Rich Porter
And rest in peace to dude
But I'm just showing that my brain leaking jewels
He refuse to be another rapper
I'm caught up in the rapture, like Anita
I'm a factor, I'm a leader
I'm exactly what we need and you a caption
Can you see the difference?
Who need a mention? I'm established on my own
Off a helium, high for days, while I'm casually on a drone
I did the Fader way
Complex to me until I made a way
I could take a elevator fully prepped this way today
So while you blogging, I'll be mobbing with the crew
We simply stalling till we rush shit in the building and go boom on 'em
[Verse 5]
Twenty-eight grams, they carbon copies, **** owe me
.38 blam, I'm calling doctor 'cause he holy
Twenty-eight grams, you wanna match it, then we rolling
Never catch up to the chosen one, ****, yeah
Written by: Justin McDonald
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