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Role Models
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Role Models è stato pubblicato il 31 ottobre 2025 da The Sauce Familia / EMPIRE come parte dell'album SPLATT MAFIA
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Data di uscita31 ottobre 2025
EtichettaThe Sauce Familia / EMPIRE
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

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Oohwee
Tryna find myself
Oohwee, mhm
Free Sanchie out the feds
They got plenty space in prison, we ain't hear what granny said
Who would think a couple scripts'd have them people on your head?
Kids need they daily bread and you gotta get 'em fed
Wakin' up to my addiction, pints of Quagen by my bed
Knowin' damn well I need to go and hit the gym instead
Searchin' drama in the blogs instead of books I should've read
Knowin' that that way of thinkin' ain't the way I got ahead
It's easy as it's said, it's hard to change it
Brothers killin' brothers over pussy, bitches dangerous
Black man shot by an officer for swangin'
In the big body, left lane, signal blinkin'
Hard to be a happy father when the mama angry
Keep the kids from you, weaponize 'em, then aim it
Make up any reason why you isn't safe to stay with
Give her some attention, now it's cool to keep the baby, that's crazy
Stressin' over other people bills every month
Sometimes, that just is what it is when you the one
Gotta leave these M's for my daughters and my son
Smartest thing they did was give a Black man a gun
**** love crime more than Valentine
Thirty floor of Caesars, tryna mastermind
Money sent, commissary hit just in time
Can't let the splatt down, he used to push the line
Where I'm from, it's no role models, new syrup, I bought four bottles (Yeah)
Still watch my P's, fly my trap house on copilot
**** cuffin' that ho, I'm tryna fuck and get a verse out her
Migo speakin' Spanish, he nod his head, I show my ghost power
You on the other side with them, you gotta stay there (Pick a side)
I'm too rich to have my son sittin' at a daycare (Yeah)
I load some couches with some 'bows I bought from Wayfair (New couch from Wayfair)
A petty baby mama'll make you miss your best year
This Taurus cool, but I want more, double back and up the score
Uncle taught me how to cook the dope, we wasn't makin' s'mores
Mama told me to use a rubber, these hoes'll have you pushin' arms
My wave way different, I put those on my surfboard
Five racks on steakhouses, twelve racks on syrup
A twenty in a month just on junk, I got some nerve
G-Bo in the feds, but he ain't tellin', he with Bird
Bro take hits, when it's slow, he gon' serve
Roaches in my cereal, I went to school and cleaned my lunch tray
It's Southside, junkies walk on water 'til it's Sunday
My big dog been ballin' since the '80s like he Andre
The bitch'll pay her own bills, I'm makin' sure my aunt straight
My car full of blunt smoke, I thought I saw a hundo
Bring the town, **** on the floor 'bout to jump rope
It's either CPS workers or laws at my front door
Don't ever run it up and lose it all to a dumb ho
She wanna wake up bands, she wanna wake up friends (Yeah)
She wanna make her bands, I wanna make her plans, yeah
I hop out the car with a shooter, he won't even shake your hand (Yeah)
I gotta go get the money, I told you I'd take my chance, yeah
Atlantic, we was in transit, she wanna be with a bandit (Yeah)
Gave her a cup of my syrup, I gotta be more romantic, damn
Gotta be more romantic, gotta control my damage (Yeah)
Went on a lick and it ain't work out, we both was stranded (Yeah)
Bro got a fifty, age twenty, he get out, he'll be old as my granny
Keepin' it real ain't cost me nothin', my ****, he over-standin'
You gotta find it within yourself to chase these bands and set you free
I got a million that's on my mind, the way shit work, it'll be next week
Free Sanchie out the feds
They got plenty space in prison, we ain't hear what granny said
Think a— think a couple scripts'd have them people on your head?
Kids need they daily bread and you gotta— fed, fed
Up to— up to my addiction, pints of Quagen by my bed
Knowin' damn well I need to go and hit the— 'stead, 'stead
Drama— drama in the blogs instead of books I should've read
Knowin' that that way of thinkin' ain't the way I— 'head, 'head
Written by: King Hendrick$, Mg Lil Bubba, Sauce Walka
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