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。
BPM89
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry June
Songwriter
Delon Person
Songwriter
Dior Petty
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
歌詞
[Intro]
Ayy, what's up with it, bitch?
Yeah, back on that mu'fuckin' playa shit, ****
Know what I'm sayin'? (Cardo Got Wings)
Good job, Cardo
Numbers, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Man, and bitch, I need all that
Don't--nah, don't--nah, keep all of that, yeah
Game Related, bitch, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
First off (First off), let me talk my shit (Let me talk my shit)
Rule number one: never pay that bitch (Never pay that bitch)
If this don't work, I'll weigh that shit (I'll weigh that fifth)
**** want action? I'll weigh that fifth (Off top)
You hang with a snitch? Then you prolly snitchin' (Off the dribble)
I'm thinkin' 'bout my chicken, bitch, my palms is itchin'
Why buy the whip if I can lease it? (I can lease it)
If I want it, lil' ****, I'll keep it (I'll keep it)
And my credit card metal, that's a AMEX (****, off tiop)
My stock rims on the Benz more than eight stacks (Off the dribble, ****)
Err, err, ****, you don't wanna race that (****, gone)
Thirty in the oowap, where his face at? (Off his dome)
**** actin' kind of fishy, where his case at? (Where his case?)
Lil' **** just a needle in the haystack (Bitch ****)
And a bucket-head rat, never chase that (Never, never, never)
I'm bettin' twenty-thousand dollars at the racetrack
[Chorus]
Game Related (Related), we get hella paper (Yeah, check)
Hella hoes, but we never save 'em (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never hate (Hate), numbers calculated (Calculated)
You wanna leave, bitch? Be on your way (Adios, bitch)
Bitch, G-A-M-E, G-A-M-E
Bitch, G-A-M-E, G-A-M-E, what's happenin'?
[Verse 2]
Four one
Rule number one: don't buy no work (Buy no work)
From no **** 'til you weigh that first (Yuh)
I was buyin' half ounces, prayin' for chirps
Until then, I ain't complainin', I'ma make this work (Yeah)
You servin' out your car? Dude, listen to me (Listen to me)
Never let a customer get in your backseat
You gon' turn around for cheese to a pistol in ya face
When in front of that pistol, the shit could end up either way (Either way)
So, you got robbed, now it's them or time
Or the other robbin' **** gon' think that's fine ("He sweet")
Even though these scums drop ten on a bum
I guarantee the killa gon' be where the **** from (Yuh)
Keep your relationship with yo' plug
Always one hunnid, show respect and love (Always)
Never know who you gon' need (You never know)
So, never burn no bridges in these motherfuckin' streets
[Chorus]
Game Related (Related), we get hella paper (Yeah, check)
Hella hoes, but we never save 'em (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never hate (Hate), numbers calculated (Calculated)
You wanna leave, bitch? Be on your way (Adios, bitch)
Bitch, G-A-M-E, G-A-M-E
Bitch, G-A-M-E, G-A-M-E, what's happenin'?
[Verse 3]
You should lay up off the drugs you take and sell 'em
'Cause every time I see you, it look like you need some helpin'
I keep my mouth closed, eyes open, snakes - I smell 'em
It be the brokest **** in the room do all the yellin'
You a bitch ****, walkin' freely off from tellin'
You movin' like you should, but best bet is guard your melon
I be buyin' foreign clothes, it's hard for you to spell it
Pissed Farfetch takin' so long to mail 'em
Look, since a kid, teacher sent me to the principal for talkin'
That's why I'm 'bout my business, from them trips to the office
Rap is slowin' up, I need some bitches to auction
Froze up, we make it look like Christmas in August
'Cause this that Game Related shit
You get her drunk just to slay the bitch, I fuck and never pay for it
I'm always seen in the latest shit
A **** carry too much paper 'round me, might as well staple it
[Chorus]
Game Related (Related), we get hella paper (Yeah, check)
Hella hoes, but we never save 'em (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never hate (Hate), numbers calculated (Calculated)
You wanna leave, bitch? Be on your way (Adios, bitch)
Bitch, G-A-M-E, G-A-M-E
Bitch, G-A-M-E, G-A-M-E, what's happenin'?
Written by: Delon Person, Dior Petty, Larry June, Ronald LaTour

