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PUSH A TEE
Hip-Hop/Rap
PUSH A TEE은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2025년 6월 20일일에 D1SC0RD Records에서 발매되었습니다.PUSH A TEE - Single
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발매일2025년 6월 20일
라벨D1SC0RD Records
언어English
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BPM88

가사

Never knew love, just knew measurements
Hit the block, make it speak, dead presidents
Four door in the seat, like a marzipan
Sweet ride, but the business is a contraband
War pain, like a rose stitched by the street
Heavy cost less than the shoes on my feet
I don't rap with a smile, I rap with a smirk
Cause I made ten figures and I never did work
With pain in the profit, just a stove Had a soul, cooked truth in the dark
Now my closet got gold, they paid all my losses I turned them to gain
Got rich from the drought, now I dance in the rain
Tears never fell, only scales got tipped
Never told my story, let the bank accountdrip
No smile in the flicks, just silence and see
What the sign for the trap, ain't no label could seal
Yeah I'm in the streets, I push a tee like rap veterans
Lines cut clean, no filler, just raw elegance
Whip game, eloquent dudes talk the delicate
I always reign top, like got the best regiment
Watch my opps fall to the bottom like sediment
I speak in brick quotes, sermons from the pyrex
Teach to the stove, I ain't bow to no highness
Numbers like scriptures, profit in the margins
Used to break down hope in apartments with carpets
Now it's custom floors, chef cookin' in silence
Make it off of the pressure, I was raised in defiance
Gold on my neck, like a king in the drought
I saw them escape and they prayed for a route
I don't rap for applause, I rap like indictments
Everything raw and only for enlightenment
You pose for the gram, I pose with a plan
You wore out the scale 'fore I ever had fans
Yeah I'm in the streets, I push a tee like rap veterans
Lines cut clean, no filler, just raw elegance
Whip game, eloquent dudes talk the delicate
I always reign top, like got the best regiment
Watch my opps fall to the bottom like sediment
I was raised with a cult, don't melt, no empathy
Stash lot shaped like a vault in a symphony
Quarter brick flippin' like sins in a liturgy
Whip game, gifted my wrist, need a ministry
Cop by the ghost, now I haunt where the winners be
Talkin' to the scale like it's part of my energy
Still got the code like a yale with the centerpiece
Still got the heat like July in the Middle East
Still got the reach like I'm signed with the embassy
You got a plug but he talk too friendly, he finicky
I rap, push, and push a tee
Lines in the verse on the table subtly
Tee like the merch, tee like the trap degree
Tee like the tenth of a key that's masterpiece
I don't talk cap, I just cap what they couldn't reach
Grew up where brick made food and energy
It's a eulogy
Written by: Mitchell Mardiros
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