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CLIMAX
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Hip-Hop/Rap
CLIMAX è stato pubblicato il 23 luglio 2026 da 10k come parte dell'album MADLIFE
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AlbumMADLIFE
Data di uscita23 luglio 2026
Etichetta10k
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM73

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
12k Gotti
12k Gotti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Latimer
John Latimer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel Osborn
Samuel Osborn
Mixing Engineer
Aaron Putnam Jr
Aaron Putnam Jr
Mixing Engineer
shawtyshin3
shawtyshin3
Producer

Testi

(Magma)
I ain't too pressed about this broke ho I step
I got two whips to hit your—, uh
I ain't too pressed about this broke ho I step
I got two whips to hit your four door out west
Then I stutter, my clip go "dutta," hit his chest
But I wonder, do you still love me like the rest?
I got money, bitch, when you see me, don't you stress
Shout out Sonny, the clouds we seen could cause success
My slatt runny, I slime a **** 'til he dead
Watch out, buddy
He was in a ballin' like a sport
Bitch, how you ballin'? You ain't even put your Spartan on the court
I made a hundred thousand off the porch
I made a hundred thousand tryna go from public housin' to a Porsche
We ran into our goals 'cause we was poor
He ran into my bros fakin' like he was a force, we leave him torched
I flick this fuckin' AR, leave him scorched
I flick this fuckin' AR, take a **** off the radar from the source
I'm up the way with Fono, I'm on the four
I'm up the way with Fono, I'm on the third
**** play, we leave a corpse
I put his baby mama through the floor
What's lovin' when it's war?
I know **** who can't club or hit the store
We Hellcat bendin', watch it whore
We cute as big business, **** see the Draco spittin' from the door
It's fully automatic, take the score
What's less when we got more?
I'm with Halle, need some drank that I could pour
I'm on the phone with Mike and we on tour
All in a **** city, we gon' need another Sprite when we touch yours
8712 Where I was born
Like eighty-seven shells fell out the sword
We got bales and we got board
We tap a **** head, he think he Thor
This hammer on me slays right out the drawer
She want a cape I never wore
This bitch, she want my time, she better adore
I'm trappin', ain't got clean to write a chorus
Servin' fiends right off of Forest, ****, on bruh
Written by: John Latimer
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