HALFTIME INTERLUDE - 21 Savage: songteksten, videoclips en concerten

HALFTIME INTERLUDE

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Hip-Hop/Rap

HALFTIME INTERLUDE werd uitgebracht op 12 december 2025 door Slaughter Gang, LLC/Epic Records als onderdeel van het album WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS?

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SONGTEKSTEN

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

21 Savage

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

Songwriter

Ozan Yildirim

Songwriter

Jacob Reske

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

OZ

Producer

Reske

Producer

Neal Pogue

Mixing Engineer

Zachary Acosta

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Mike Bozzi

Mastering Engineer

Daniel Sheehy

Recording Engineer

Songteksten

[Intro]

Whoa, yeah

Whoa, yeah

Whoa, yeah, whoa

[Verse 1]

If you crossed me and you ain't dead, you better thank God

I love Johnny to death, that's why I named my son Shaad

Ain't too many **** left on the East Side that I ain't robbed

I wake up and hustle every day 'cause I done felt starved

When I was young, we stole candy, now it's homicide

On the way to splat some shit, and I caught butterflies

Streets murdered all my ****, and I'm traumatized

That's why I'm killin' all yo' ****, I can't spare nobody

[Verse 2]

Oh, you think I'm pussy 'cause I rap, huh?

You want me to leave yo' brains in yo' lap, huh?

Yo' bitch say she love my music 'cause I snap, huh?

You get mad, you picture me hittin' her from the back, huh?

Screamin', "Free him," and you know your brother a rat, huh?

Y'all gon' break and bend the G-code for them racks, huh?

I been lettin' shit slide, now I'm amped up

Everybody wanna shoot, we had to lap up

[Verse 3]

I refuse to argue with ****, I'd rather blick 'em

I refuse to re-up with ****, I'd rather strip 'em

I ain't seen yo' bitch in a minute, she gettin' thicker

I told her, "Please don't suck on my tip 'cause that shit tickle"

My youngin' lost his brother, he ain't talkin', and I feel him

I seen it in his eyes, he just wanna shoot his pistol

You say you with this gangsta shit, but ****, that come with it

The choppa in my room by the bed, lil' bruh, go get it

Way before the rap lines, used to clap mine

Leave his ass flatlined, yeah, I'm on that time

**** get they chain snatched, they never snatched mine

Crucial, where the percs at? I need a halftime

Written by: Jacob Reske, Ozan Yildirim, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

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