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Reload
1202
Hip-Hop/Rap
Reload è stato pubblicato il 30 ottobre 2020 da Ultra Records, LLC come parte dell'album Reloading
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Data di uscita30 ottobre 2020
EtichettaUltra Records, LLC
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM136

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suspect OTB
Suspect OTB
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ayo Simpson
Ayo Simpson
Composer
Leon Brice
Leon Brice
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flyo
Flyo
Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
(I burst mine, some soft guys, can't hurt flies)
Now let me clear up some shit, real quick, if I might
They got me back with a bang, reload this my third time
And lemme check the periphs real quick with my third eye
'Cause all they do is shape-shift and chat shit, the nerd type
And if you're talking 'bout stripes then you know that I earned mine
I burst mine, I murked guys
I told the truth, no, I don't lie
I sold pies, I jerked them too, I took the plug for a little ride
Now he can't look me in the eye
[Verse 2]
Ask about me, they be like suspect
(I know the kid) He move like a older kid (He do)
He slick and he know he is (It's true)
He be up in the trap
Drought time, packaging flows again
He move a whole load of things
Rapping and trapping, you know he is
[Verse 3]
I heard he back home patterning moves again
He don't say it but I heard he fly O'z like his producer friend
I heard he on road again
Pockets on swole again, bitches touching their toes again
Back at it like, fuck it, let's load again
[Verse 4]
Rap game controlled again
Already control the ends
Life on these roads are ments
They made me control the Sten
Shotty or Nina, I might just roll with M
Quickly clap up your geezer
And now you can't phone a friend
And them ****, they snitched talkin' to the pigs
Now I cannot roll with them
Won't see me in pics, won't hear me on beats
No sign of condoning them
He gave me the call, oh shit, it's a real **** tour again
I walked out them gates, hopped right back on stage
Like, "Honey I'm home again"
[Verse 5]
I'm sorry mother, I ain't making supper
And I made you suffer, I got bagged for that
But what if I ran into oppers, what if?
What if a man tried to roll and a man had to drop him?
I have visions of being in shoot-outs
When none of the mandem ain't got it
[Verse 6]
That's why I always got it or have iz fly down with the rocket
Even though tomorrow ain't promised
I promise mummy, I ain't going for nothing
They want me to fail
They pray I go low
But the money ain't stopping
This paper and badness the only things in my life
That are constant
(And bitches too)
Written by: Ayo Simpson, Leon Brice
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