He Gone
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Dirty South
He Gone은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2026년 3월 27일일에 Hitmaker Music Group에서 발매되었습니다.Boiling Point
멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM72
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Juvenile
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Teruis Gray
작사가 겸 작곡가
Byron Thomas
작사가 겸 작곡가
David Augustine
작사가 겸 작곡가
Charles Smith
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Juvenile
녹음 엔지니어
Mannie Fresh
프로듀서
Charles Smith
프로듀서, 녹음 엔지니어
Kiid Maestro
믹싱 엔지니어
Glenn Schick
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
[Intro]
I'm very sorry, but, uh, I don't think he's gonna make it
[Verse 1]
You never blowed up a zip, you never gave the Balmains a big tip with a whole lot of drip
You don't know how to get rich 'cause you never followed the script, you followed your bitch
You never walk in the store, when they see you, they closin' the door 'cause they know you got money to blow
They never gave you that feeling before or nobody you know
You never been with a hottie, her face and her body the baddest inside of the party
You never know what it feel like to be at the top, ****, you never been hot
You never ran on the set to collect, you let **** flex without payin' they debts
Bitch, you was stuntin' when you had a check, now look at you now, drinkin' Milwaukee Best
You drove, look at your clothes, and you got all that white shit in your nose
You never been in control, you don't know how to get to your goal 'cause you never hit it before
You never been in the 'Nolia, you not a soldier, told ya I would expose ya
You never been in the hole, your life on the stove, so let the machine support ya (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
He not gon' make it, lil' one not gon' make it
Tell his mama and his daddy that insurance, they should take it
Carry him, bury him right there by the cemetery (Yeah)
Y'all should bring him flowers for his birthday every January (He gone, he gone, he gone)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, he gone, yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone, ah, he gone, ah, he gone (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
You never been in a war, you never been on the block
You never ran from a cop, you never bought a new car, you never been on the lot
Talkin' 'bout you in the trap, everything you say is cap, you just be runnin' your flap
You never carried a strap, you never could do it, so why you put that in your raps?
You never been in a scuffle or been in a fight, you don't even know what it's like
You never took their advice to cherish your life or it'd be over tonight
You never been on the drug, you don't get buzzed, you never been in the club
****, you never get love, you not a thug, we never cared that you was
You never ran up a check, you not a threat, you never been in the 'jects
You never bought a Rolex, I'm talkin' baguettes, the one with invisible sets
You never been out of town, you never been down, you don't even fuck with your rounds, you're broke
Now I got you on my boat and you don't even know how to float (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
He not gon' make it, lil' one not gon' make it
Tell his mama and his daddy that insurance, they should take it
Carry him, bury him right there by the cemetery (Yeah)
Y'all should bring him flowers for his birthday every January (He gone, he gone, he gone)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, he gone, yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone, ah, he gone, ah, he gone (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
You ain't got my respect, you older than me, but you still livin' check to check
You ain't investin' your bread, you ain't a king, you sleep in a queen-sized bed
You ain't as dumb as you look, you talkin' a lot, but you ain't a killer or a crook
You just need to be cool, you ain't a goon, you went to Catholic school
You ain't really got no love for your folks, givin' 'em turkey, but sellin' 'em dope
I don't want your dap, you ain't my bro, you ain't no hero, I'm lettin' you know
You ain't even really poppin', dog, you just go places to post pictures
You ain't really gettin' close to God, boy, you can't even quote no scriptures
You ain't never beat the odds, you ain't got a job, so it ain't coincidental
You ain't never had a Mannie Fresh beat, you just rappin' over instrumentals
You ain't Dee-1, you ain't Juvenile, your career ain't never blown up
You ain't an OG, you a DG, you a disappoint grown-up, huh (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
He not gon' make it, lil' one not gon' make it
Tell his mama and his daddy that insurance, they should take it
Carry him, bury him right there by the cemetery (Yeah)
Y'all should bring him flowers for his birthday every January (He gone, he gone, he gone)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, he gone, yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone (Yeah, outta here)
Ah, he gone (Outta here)
Ah, he gone, ah, he gone, ah, he gone (Yeah, yeah)
Written by: Byron Thomas, Charles Smith, David Augustine, Teruis Gray

