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MINIVAN
15
Hip-Hop/Rap
MINIVAN è stato pubblicato il 28 marzo 2025 da New 11 Records come parte dell'album NO HOLDS BARRED (Deluxe)
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Data di uscita28 marzo 2025
EtichettaNew 11 Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM74

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Malachi-Phree Jasiah Pate
Malachi-Phree Jasiah Pate
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malachi-Phree Jasiah Pate
Malachi-Phree Jasiah Pate
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jasiah
Jasiah
Producer
DJ Stigmata
DJ Stigmata
Producer

Testi

(But there's gonna be hard times, when you're bound to feed the dog)
(And there's a place of jubilation, for the raggedy people)
I don't go and fight in violence, but we slide in minivan
Never hittin' many men, spinnin' like a ceilin' fan
Then somebody kill my brother, then we outside killin' 'em
They might see me silly, and my brothers never see the sin
Them all fucked up, treat these hoes like bullies, how they always want me cuffed up
I hate all these ****, all these ****, I go broke cuffs
Milli', man, plenty bands, I need my fuckin' bucks, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We don't got enough for Satan, then that's way too much to spend
I don't gotta see her eyes with all that product that she in
I origami with the hope, but bitch, my paper never bend
Can't get comin' from the cut, that's bland, that's a plan
Chopper bustin' out the trunk, pray to God that it don't jam
We go A-Shit off the top, that's exactly who I am
Turn the product to some rot, the product turned me to a man
I'm in the project visualizin' what I be makin' from a gram
They be talkin' out my ass, I wanna be
**** be trippin', I'm right where I wanna be
I got two bitches, but that's only one of me
**** look done to me, he just a son of me
Right where I wanna be, it's in front of me
Don't just make fun of me, put a gun to me
Now you in front of me, you a enemy, you feel the energy
What you tired of me?
We on fire, fire is what we slide in many vent
Bitch, we hittin' many men, spinnin' like a ceilin' fan
Then somebody kill my brother, then we outside killin' 'em
They gon' say me silly, and my pockets never sell, sell, sell
They all fucked up, treating all our police how they always want me, coughed up
I hate all these ****, all these **** all gon' fuck us
Milli Man, HoneyBenz, I need motherfuckin' bucks, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Malachi-Phree Jasiah Pate
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