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23
Hip-Hop/Rap
23 è stato pubblicato il 23 novembre 2023 da BSG come parte dell'album 23 - Single
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Data di uscita23 novembre 2023
EtichettaBSG
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM72

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G Dono
G Dono
Songwriter

Testi

23 shots to his head
That boy was playing why he mention the dead
Never brag about shit I then did
He went missing took him right off the grid
I was grinding since I was a kid
Selling drugs granny always forbid
Ian have no choice
I did what I did
We open his head like it was a lid
Bullets burning going right thru his body
This rap shit it was never no hobby
I'm trynna feed me and mines
Had to fall back I been peeping the signs
Everyone say they
Love u they lying
They told me they got me but I wasn't buying
Ain't no point in you just trying
23 gave him all bet he dying
I'm from the trenches where Ian have shit
Waking up having murder on my mind
I was so blind I felt real confined
Am I'm gon make it I almost resign
Don't get left behind do it for you
When you had died Ian have no clue
I'm exhausted feel like I then lost it
Finna slide make his block decoration
Who want smoke I'm taking applications
He got imagation if he thinking I'm switching up on my nation
If he think he gon and he gon take it
Ian got no time Ian translating
She kno what to do aint no conversation
Where my medication roll another one
Hit his block up drop another one
Ian trynna talk if it ain't bout the digits
When I was down **** u ain't wanna hear it
Kno a couple **** who was never with it
Know a couple homies who a never feel it
Know it's different when the reaper come and visit
Blow his brains out it get real explicit
Wonder if he made it like a lotto ticket
Steady going hard **** every min
He ain't making no noise like he a cricket
Seen my homie switch up man that shit was wicked
Ain't no way you pick it
Only real **** hang with single digits
He got turnt religous
Foe NEM really viscous
23 **** did u get the picture (three)
23 shots to his head
That boy was playing why he mention the dead
Never brag about shit I then did
He went missing took him right off the grid
I was grinding since I was a kid
Selling drugs granny always forbid
Ian have no choice
I did what I did
We open his head like it was a lid
Bullets burning going right thru his body
This rap shit it was never no hobby
I'm trynna feed me and mines
Had to fall back I been peeping the signs
Everyone say they
Love u they lying
They told me they got me but I wasn't buying
Ain't no point in you just trying
23 gave him all bet he dying
Written by: G Dono
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