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Unfadeable
321
In Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Unfadeable è stato pubblicato il 15 ottobre 2025 da Jet Life Recordings come parte dell'album 10/15
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Album10/15
Data di uscita15 ottobre 2025
EtichettaJet Life Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Composer

Testi

[Intro]
I should roll a joint
Nah, I'm cool, let's go
(Trauma Tone)
Yeah, huh (Turn me up, Kino)
[Verse 1]
Remote-control curtains, haters' feelings hurtin'
Rap like a turban, 'Lacs or Suburbans
In traffic, we swervin', relaxed in the whirlwind
Count a hundred racks with my girlfriend
Mixed and mastered with the homie, then we serve it
9/15, I came right back in thirty
Fuck who said a **** don't be workin'
Must be crazy, that's for certain
Hatin', I'm not worried
Waitin' at the storage, I need space to park some more shit
Yeah, the dirty rap game, that's what paid for it
Every bar, every metaphor, every bridge, every chorus
No co-sign, no ghostwriters, bitch, I own it
No Ghost drivers, that's for baby mamas and lil' homies
Phantoms, Cullinans, Wraith, Spectres, own it
[Instrumental]
Remote-control curtains, haters' feelings hurtin'
Rap like a turban in 'Lacs or Suburbans
In traffic, they swervin', relaxed in the whirlwind
Hundred racks with my girlfriend
Mixed and mastered with the homie, then we serve it
9/15, I came right back through this bitch in like thirty
Fuck who said a **** don't be workin'
Must be crazy, that's for certain
Hatin', I'm not worried
Waitin' at the storage, I need space to park some more shit
This dirty rap game paid for it
Every bar, every metaphor, every bridge, every chorus
No co-sign, no ghostwriters, bitch, I own it
No Ghost drivers, that's baby mamas and lil' homies
[Chorus]
Yeah, can't no ****
I think with a pen and pad, fade me
These **** buy one gun and then they think they B.G.
These **** sell an eight-ball and they think they Jay-Z
Huh, I said can't no ****
I think with a pen and pad, ever fade me
These **** buy one gun and then they think they B.G.
These **** sell one eight-ball and they think they Jay-Z
But that ain't me, huh
[Outro]
Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches
Smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
You could keep a secret, then we could always kick it
Rule number one, yeah, don't talk 'bout me 'round that ****
Reason is that shit gon' have 'em all suspicious
We could be hittin' switches down Chef Highway dippin'
Loose lips sink ships and my ship is never sinkin'
Fuck was these **** thinkin'?
Fuck around with me, then we—
We got our own motherfuckin' bell, I'll do it myself
Checkin' in, this is your pilot
Flight 1015 straight to the paper and away from a hater
We'll be pushin' back from the gate in a few moments
If you sit back
In a moment, we'll have champagne-based beverages
French 75s, mimosas
We got grape Kool-Aid for the childrens, Hi-C juice boxes
Written by: Curren$y
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