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Small Circle
1992
Hip-Hop/Rap
Small Circle è stato pubblicato il 4 maggio 2024 da Compound Management LLC come parte dell'album The Mixup 2 - EP
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Data di uscita4 maggio 2024
EtichettaCompound Management LLC
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM86

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Compound
Compound
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Dobson
Travis Dobson
Songwriter
Kristof Lilienthal
Kristof Lilienthal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Compound
Compound
Producer
Buckroll
Buckroll
Producer
BJ Mekk
BJ Mekk
Mixing Engineer

Testi

Never gave a f*ck about the fame
All I want is money and respect on my name
I don't know what told you I'm to blame
Promise that I'm not the one who changed
I see people come and go
I can't let them get too close (Uh-uh)
I gotta keep it together (Gotta)
I'm tryna be here forever
Got it off the block pushing balls and quarters
Kept the flip going and I went to transporter
I'm not talking exporter, I'm that importer
Whatever you need, please believe I can fill that order
Circle keep on getting smaller, never been a follower
You did it for the fame and I did it for the dollar
Never sell my soul though, I decline the offer
I been staying low-key, I been trapping out Impala
I been going hard, but I gotta go harder
I could turn rocks to diamonds like I'm Shawn Carter
I was walking in Harlem, same blocks as porter
Before my pops died, he said, "Take care of my daughter"
Is your family overrated or blood thicker than water?
Flow just keeps on getting better, buzz is only getting stronger
Yeah, you know I'm on your bumper, hometown hero, I'm the dumper
Keep on pushing little stronger, smoke a spliff and sit and wonder
I gotta keep it together
I'm tryna be here forever
I'm tryna be here forever
I'm tryna be here forever
Coming from prison cells, I'm fine with being lonely
Forty floors up with the wraparound balcony
Friends and family, had 'em both try to back door me
And nothing be worse than an undercover phony
All about respect, loyalty, that's a fact, homie
But I thought you said you know me, bitches wanna come and blow me
Like it's Sunday and she holy 'cause she see my bust down Rollie
Benz same color guacamole and I'm balling like I'm Kobe
Never gave a f*ck about the fame
All I want is money and respect on my name
I don't know what told you I'm to blame
Promise that I'm not the one who changed
Written by: Kristof Lilienthal, Travis Dobson
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