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GAME 7

Hip-Hop/Rap

GAME 7 è stato pubblicato il 7 gennaio 2026 da CLARITY PRODUCTIONS come parte dell'album GAME 7 - Single

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AlbumGAME 7 - Single

Data di uscita7 gennaio 2026

EtichettaCLARITY PRODUCTIONS

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM92

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

woadah

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

woadah

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

woadah

Producer

Testi

Crowd loud

Cameras flash

Chalk dust

Heart crash

Lace up tight, last huddle at the logo

Coach talk short, I’m locked in slow-mo

Sweat on my palms, gold net in my vision

Scoreboard tied, that’s a whole lotta tension

Legends on the floor seats, ice on they wrists

But they eyes on the court, they can’t miss this

Mom in the rafters with her homemade sign

“Take that shot, boy, this your time”

Ball boy bounce me the rock, I feel weight

Of every early morning, every late break

Sneaks leave squeaks in the paint like a track

One deep breath, crowd leanin’ all back

I want the ring, let the whole crowd sing

Every heartbeat sound like a drumline swing

For the city, for the name on my back

For the nights I was shootin’ on a cracked up blacktop

I want the ring, someone cue that dream

Whole world watchin’ while I chase this thing

When the lights go down and the clock hits zero

I’ma walk off that floor as a hometown hero

Point guard daps me, “You know what it is”

Says nothing after that, but I catch that drift

Crossover tight like a knot in my chest

Defender in my jersey but I live for the test

Spin move, lane open, big man slides

Euro through space, hear the crowd rise

Whistle stay quiet, contact heavy

Float it off glass, hands stay steady

Timeout, final play, nine ticks on the board

Coach draws lines like a map to the Lord

“Last look yours, we gon’ clear that side”

Team all nod, you can feel that pride

Step to the stripe, see legends on the baseline

Nods from the greats, “Kid, this your headline”

Clock start, ball in, crowd start a slow chant

Can’t hear words, but I feel what they all want

I want the ring, let the whole crowd sing

Every heartbeat sound like a drumline swing

For the city, for the name on my back

For the nights I was shootin’ on a cracked up blacktop

I want the ring, someone cue that dream

Whole world watchin’ while I chase this thing

When the lights go down and the clock hits zero

I’ma walk off that floor as a hometown hero

Hands up high, feel the rumble in the seats

Ten, nine, eight, that thunder in my feet

Pull back, step back, silence in my head

Crowd hold breath while the ball hangs red

Arc so clean, I could write my name in it

Net snap loud, whole world came with it

Squad runnin’ at me, confetti in the air

Tears in my eyes but I don’t even care

I want the ring, let the whole crowd sing

Every heartbeat sound like a drumline swing

For the city, for the name on my back

For the nights I was shootin’ on a cracked up blacktop

I want the ring, someone cue that dream

Whole world watchin’ while I chase this thing

When the lights go down and the clock hits zero

I’ma walk off that floor as a hometown hero

Written by: woadah

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