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Tricky
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Rap
Tricky è stato pubblicato il 27 febbraio 2026 da New 11 Records come parte dell'album Manhunt
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AlbumManhunt
Data di uscita27 febbraio 2026
EtichettaNew 11 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM79

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Performer
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Rap
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Songwriter
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dane Anthony Rose
Dane Anthony Rose
Producer

Testi

[Intro]
You know what the fuck it is, ****
[Verse 1]
Born rebel, sold fire to the devil
Hustles, I got several
Step a press of Louis on Benz pedals
Pocket full of clear baggies with the pebbles
Austrian medal, all my thoughts on how to finesse you
Shop right, I'll knock some points off on the next two
I took a lot of risks just to blow chips on my nephew
I'm playing, plot, strategize my next move
High on the jet fuel, use my shorty as a mule
Shit'll go cool, put my soul on the Pro Tools
When you change, they want the old you
But when the money grow, you gotta grow too
Stupid **** pose for the feds watching they social
Keep everything low, I'm just here to collect my total
Snakes in the grass, I toe tag, lawn mow you
We motioneers, post the weird **** ain't nowhere close to
It's deep in the dirt, ten toes, and now I'm global
We were starving, now the bowl full
Homie, the dough rules
Everything around me, everywhere from Detroit to Kings County
Put so much work on the scale, the plug proud of me
They doubted me, funny now I'm living out my wildest dreams
Weighed all of my sins on a triple beam
[Chorus]
Got it on my own, nobody made a way for me
Caught a wave and now I'm speeding in the AMG
Keep the blicky with the laser beam
Shit get real tricky if you play with me
Got it on my own, nobody made a way for me
Caught a wave and now I'm speeding in the AMG
Keep the blicky with the laser beam
Shit get real tricky if you play with me
[Verse 2]
Uh, only money, pals arouse me
Got it all out of Cuddy's now
Stroud, a white girl hit like Ronda Rousey
Pricks drop a lot of shit, but it's lousy
They know the squad lit, so they imitating our sleaze
[Verse 3]
But it's done poorly
My shit raw like war report
Fuck you thought? That's why they all applaud me
We pour liquor on the floor for the Ganges
Tryna open doors, had to get my palms on keys
Took risks to speed in a luxury car seat
It's sports entertainment, job, drugs, or the army
[Verse 4]
Make a choice, the path I chose was unorthodox
From drugs to being an author, why my thoughts can make enormous bops
Put holes in my foes
Buy poles and give a warning shot
Cold heart under my clothes, still hold the door to cock
But that's all it's getting, don't try to double back
'Cause I'm lit, corny bitch, you never saw the vision
Now worldwide they praise the God, this is our religion
Go super hard, I could've been cornered off in a prison
Instead, I'm running up the bread from New York to Lisbon
She gave me head, and said her dreams came to fruition
A witch bitch saw it all in a premonition
Said I complete the mission and ball, no bullshit
Uh-huh
Written by: James Clay Jones III, Jerome Allen
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