メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器（ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど）に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
BPM96
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rocky Badd
Songwriter
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Look, who holdin' my city down? You can't name no one else
Post a flier for a show, then I came by myself
Fuck **** thought I don't hang with the help
I ain't ask for this shit, I played the hand I was dealt
You said I'm motivation, right? You look goofy as shit
You just a cute, broke bum, chain icy and shit
Shootin' vids, but wearin' the same clothes twice in them shits
But you winning, touching this chicken, dawg
Who writing her shit?
I swear they pussy and they frauds, I ain't liking this shit
I'm big B, yo, big homie, I ain't fighting this chick
Put this pole down your throat, like I'm piping this bitch
When I rhyme, I'm snatching souls, bitches quiet as shit
I guess these **** heard I'm single, okay, now they tryna fuck
I make bitches put it up, 'cause if they don't, they gettin' touched
Not ashamed I'm from the bottom, we ain't really come from much
I make bitches leveled up, but made them pick that metal up
[Verse 2]
'Cause it's the real, B, bitch
Who with this rap shit? It's me, bitch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit
'Cause it's the real, B, bitch
Who with this rap shit? That's me, bitch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit
[Verse 3]
Yo, even when I'm on chill, anywhere I stand out
How bitches so tough, whole time, head down?
Shouldn't've said my name, I got the upper hand now
You was shook when I seen you, I gave you a pass now
How the fuck a bitch gon' mimic, then flex, claim she up next
Talk the, "Shoot em up, bang," but ain't did shit yet?
Not with nobody, you don't really be on shit
You don't slide down no blocks, you don't pop at no bitch
It ain't even real beef, y'all just some internet hoes
I'm the same one who told you Joe should buy your ass some clothes
When I seen you, I seen ho, would I fuck your ****? No
Lil' B, I'm grown as fuck, my pussy fatter than your nose
When I seen you was froze
You ain't even have a chain on, should've cheesed necked your ass
And told you, "Quit it with the lame songs"
Real bitch, I ain't no bully, these bitches can't get to me
That bitch know she can't whoop me, so act up, then I'm on fully
Before you had a name, you was all on my dick
Kept posting me and my bitch, I was posing with that stick
Then you got some fame, and started copying my shit
People think you made a wave, but you just copied off my shit
You don't do this rap shit, mami, you just want a following
It's facts that I made you, you should've tried modeling
These bars light as fuck, I gotta a lot of shit that's bottled in
Talkin' numbers like you Nicki, but it's only kids that's following
[Verse 4]
When shit get real, y'all make calls and say it's over
Been the same bitch who used to post up on the corner
In the club, off Patrón, probably standing on the sofa
Hate for what? Lil' B, you want a gun with no diploma?
You ain't even from the road, better try that shit again
And your fans think you got it, why you lie to them again?
Wanna keep it strictly music, I'ma body her again
All these fake tough pages, I know it's probably her again
Joseph told me, "Rocky, you the coldest in the city"
So why the fuck you trying to make your artist go against me?
She probably write her shit, but them guns, you can't convince me
Listen, you are not a shooter, you ain't never load a Semi
You ain't got enough muscles for that Draco not to kick back
Lil bald-head bitch, I know you scared to get your wig snatched
Banging on a toddler, lil ho, I wouldn't have did that
You ain't 'bout it if that address ain't exactly where you live at
I tried being nice, but I'ma tear your ass apart
On my mama, you was scared, and see, I really got a heart
I know **** geeking you, you could've played it smart
But now I gotta Shether you and really make it hard
[Verse 5]
This rap filled with corny ****, I ain't gotta lie
So when my **** done rapping, I ain't really got a lot
You do it for an image, you ain't really on the block
And that shit so disrespectful, bitch, I really did a lot
Rapping like you 'bout it, when we clearly know you not
Lil bitch, I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped
Type of bitch to drop the gun, and can't even run up spot
She so grown, but when I ho her, **** acting like she not
[Verse 6]
'Cause it's the real, B, bitch
Who with this rap shit? It's me, bitch
I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit
You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit
Written by: Rocky Badd
