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DECAYING
Hip-Hop/Rap
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발매일2025년 1월 15일
라벨IMAGINATION STATION RECORDING STUDIOS
언어English
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실연 아티스트
Benjamin Hooson
Benjamin Hooson
작곡 및 작사
Juan Ignacio Perez Moreno
Juan Ignacio Perez Moreno
작사가 겸 작곡가
Benjamin Hooson
Benjamin Hooson
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Juan Ignacio Perez Moreno
Juan Ignacio Perez Moreno
책임 프로듀서

가사

Look at you in the club with the bottle with the lights in it
Trying to show off to some shitfaced white bitches
It's like you can't make your net worth more obvious
Ain't none of y'all gon' ever see the money that I'm playing with
And you know my crew has always got me feeling rich
We don't need to spend no dough on politics
We just keep it real with the deals beneath the surface
We keep on stealin' at your wealth until you fuckin' worthless
(Fuckin' worthless, fuckin' worthless)
Yo I'd spit this shit at the NATO summit
Tell the whole world I'm comin' through like a bullet
'Cuz you never did shit for the rap game, you just taking from it
And pretty soon we all gon' watch your publicity plummet
'Cuz everyday I hear all kinda people sayin' rap is dead
They all sick of your mumblin' - they ain't even hearing what you said
But when they hear me drop the heavy shit steady spittin' lead
They all be like "what the fuck am I doing flauntin' all this bread?"
'Cuz in everybody's mind they be wishin' that this shit would fuckin' end
But for whatever reason they won't even share that with a friend
They be programmed by the Internet to follow the next trend
The integrity of real rap is what we strive to defend
Yeah I know you comprehend it
You're just too scared of judgement, so you hesitate to transcend it
How the fuck you think you even a lil' independent?
Fuck typa message you sendin' your transcendents?!
Yeah the Young Money motherfuckers thinkin' that they Gods
Gonna find out soon they ain't gonna beat the odds
By relying on they squads
Stickin' round just for the cash wads
True success for them? It ain't even in the cards
Yeah, I stay steady stackin' all the chips you let slip
Right through your fuckin' fingers 'cuz you couldn't get a grip
You just another drone makin' bread just for a bitch
I'll take the whole sitch, bite it off, chick money sandwich
What's wrong, that make you twitch?
That's 'cuz you're too attached to this idea that you always need to be blowin' cash
Just for a fucking Tinder match
But killin' off your brain cells has always got you thinkin' trash
Bet your bitch is too infatuated
And I know you'll never make it
'Cuz these weak ass hype junkie bitches think they love it but they hate it
And you're just another pawn in a game they wish they wasn't even playin'
Who gonna wake up first and realize we all just decayin'?
Bitch!
Fuck, man...
Written by: Benjamin Hooson, Juan Ignacio Perez Moreno
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