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。
BPM70
歌詞
Washed Money man
This shit ain't on you, it's on you, man
Let's go
I been accumulated wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out on parole with time on the shelf
I swear to God, I keep it authentic
Swear to God, I keep it authentic
Swear to God, I keep it authentic
I am nothing like y'all ****
2021, I'm coming for ****
I am not fucking with ****
World and Smoke be calling me from the joint
It hurt, I ain't got nothing for ****
I been broke than a motherfucka
Am I a hustler, ****
I ask myself when I look in the mirror
Is you gone recover, my ****
I say, J.R., man, I'm tripping
I ain't been on my shit
That's the problem, I been struggling
With people have me focusing on nonsense
Putting nothing before my chips
Cause a **** gotta climb quick
I mean no one, not a baby mama
Not a main bitch, not a side bitch
Gotta go back to the basics
I gotta go get it together
I'm starting from scratch
So I gotta go back on 44th and chill up at Eddy's
I'm watching for licks on the side
I'm watching for licks in the front
I got whatever you want
Pounds down all the way to a blunt
**** say, "J, you too old"
Like, **** probably tryna kill me
I put this shit on Grandma Lee
That I am not gone die in my city
I got shooters that be shooting
It's you mothafucking stupid
**** still owe me a couple jobs
What you think, that they ain't finna do shit
Hate police and I hate letters
Kill snitches, make the game better
I retired, so I don't know shit
But I can tell you what I ain't selling
Had to get up out the game quick
Couldn't keep doing the same shit
Ya got popped with them dang bricks
And ain't shit been the same since
Been accumulating wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out on parole with time on the shelf
I swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all ****
Open my heart up to real ****
Bitch ****, ain't letting you through
I am not tryna sound raw
I am just telling the truth
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all ****
2021, I'm changing my focus
Probably gone be shit you can't notice
But I am not playing
You gone be able to look at me, and see that I ain't going
How in the fuck I'm the brokest
When I am my mama's oldest
But I'm finna switch it up
I learned a lot, and this last winter was the coldest
2018, I was hustling
Mom said, man, you living so ugly
Now I do construction, and I don't make nothing
Mom say, you ain't getting no money
What the fuck man, it's a lose-lose
So a **** gotta run the bag up
If I'ma hear people talking shit
Then I'd rather hear them talk shit with my bag up
Couple months and I'll be back up
Fucking orders gone be backed up
Shawn ain't shoot a **** a dollar he promised me
It is not no coming back bruh
I understand I got you robbed
But understand when I say, fuck you
It was my babymomma brother, and her mother
And she probably got a cut too
Told you I made a mistake
When you getting money, they hate
**** was talking shit the whole eight
Swear to God, that I couldn't wait
And I addressed every **** that was talking
I'm lying, God, take me away
And I swear to God that these **** be bitches
They did not say shit to my face
A couple **** I ain't seen
Ten years make a **** think he harder
Shout out to that **** Pierre
Shout out to that **** Te Arnold
Getting money, nothing new
Yeah, in prison hustling too
I kept the sack right inside of the rack
The CO's will never find the proof
A **** sent a kite for 50
In the tongue of my boots
Yeah, ****, I'm the truth
Mackie outside the booth
I finne sit up in some new leather
Knew better, than you move better
Just had my youngest son J' Ceon
This time a **** tryna do better
Been accumulating wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out on parole with time on the shelf
I swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all ****
Open my heart up to real ****
Bitch ****, ain't letting you through
I am not tryna sound raw
I am just telling the truth
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all ****
Keep it authentic
Written by: DEREK R BRANTLEY
