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Aftershock
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Aftershock è stato pubblicato il 1 maggio 2026 da D-Tech Media Creations, Inc. All Rights Reserved. come parte dell'album Aftershock
1 maggio 2026
EtichettaD-Tech Media Creations, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
LinguaEnglish
BPM130
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

This one smell like burnt rubble, gun smoke, and bad news
Run that back, back, back
Aftershock, when I slide through shit, get tense
Whole block freeze when the black truck bend
One false move, get your tough talk checked
I ain't saying too much, I just come collect
Aftershock, bass hit, grab on your ribcage
My youngins outside on some real haze
Night shift, graveyard, dark tint
Switch lanes, by the time you hear the boom, we been changed
I came in this bitch with a cold face, no chain dance
Real trap or a blue steel in a waistband
You was on the net typing like a brave man
To them headlights, hit and turn your porch to a stage lamp
I know killers, I know hustlers, I know fiends too
I know broke boys, always talking what they seen dudes do
I was really in the dirt, trying to squeeze rent through
Now it's big smoke, dark liquor, and a mean mood
Don't hyper me a bitch with a loud tone
Probably tell as soon as pressure get applied wrong
I was posted with a sirens and a chalk drone
With that fuck the world energy all in my bloodstream
No fake deep bars, no backpack luxury
Just pain in my voice and a blank ass temper
If it's up, then it's up, we can match that pressure
I send shots through the beat, make the track sound extra
I don't want peace, I want numbers in field
Want my name ring bells when the thunder appear
Want the opps real quiet when the summer get near
Cause they know every time I drop, it's another bad year
Aftershock, when I slide through, shit get tense
Whole block freeze when the black truck bend
One false move, get your tough talk checked
I ain't saying too much, I just come collect
Aftershock, bass hit, ride to your rib cage
My youngins outside on some real hate
Night shift, graveyard, dark tents, switch lanes
By the time you hear the boom, we've been changed
Stay, fuck fame, I'm on weight, I'm on rank, I'm on power
Dead eyes, long nights, same clothes, same hour
Still smell like gas, black teeth, gunpowder
Still talk breezy to a bitch, boy cower
My city made monsters, I just learned the codes
Keep running in the hell when you're riding these roads
Never trust a pretty smile to design the clothes
These rap **** told when the iron show, I've been locked in
Plotting with a sick grin, pocket full of sin
Still praying I don't slip then
But if a line get crossed, we on that again
You know how revenge feels sweet when it mix in
I don't do gimmicks, don't dance for attention
I've been too broke, too hungry, too bent to be friendly
Now it's all black trucks when we into your section
The speakers knock hard like they kicking an entrance
Stick around, I ain't one for the jokes
I got scars, I got smoke, I got war in my nose
Every verse sound like I wrote it with my hand on the throat
Every hook hit hard enough to make a crack in the flow
It's that ride with the crime, with it late night pressure
Mask on, gloves on, no loose ends
Ever this that don't look back, all gas, no effort
This that make a weak heart fold, understood me brother
Aftershock
Run the shop, when I slide through shit, get tense
Whole block freeze when the black truck bang
One false move, get your self-talk checked
I ain't saying too much, but you come collect
Aftershock
Bass hit
Rattle your rib cage, my youngins outside on some real hate
Night shift, graveyard, dark tent, switch lanes
By the time you hear the boom, we can change states
Yeah, it's aftershock
No smiles, no mercy, no soft ass shit
It's aftershock
Written by: Duane Swan
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