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Rather Rap Instead

Hip-Hop/Rap

Rather Rap Instead werd uitgebracht op 30 april 2026 door J With The Dot als onderdeel van het album Simply Wished I Knew

Informatie over de song

AlbumSimply Wished I Knew

Releasedatum30 april 2026

LabelJ With The Dot

TaalEnglish

Melodische kwaliteit

Akoestiek

Valence

Dansbaarheid

Energie

BPM80

OVERZICHT

SONGTEKSTEN

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

SNKLJDOT

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jorge Morales

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

prod shotgun

Producer

Songteksten

Thousand on my drip, **** know this shit not cheap

I got Off white on my belt, and got Jordans on my feet

If he fucking' with the cops, then he smoking' on the cheif

**** spinning' in a Uber, left his brains up on the seat

When I'm finished with this song, they gone' leave it on repeat

Melatonin in my gun, when I shoot it make you sleep

Watch me gun him in a drill, ****, I'm the MVP

I've been chasing' down his tracks, we gone' catch him by the street

If we catch him in the lot, then we takin' his whole team

Made him drop, down on the floor, then we quickly left the scene

**** puffing' on your brother and you still ain't do a thing

He get blown up with a rocket, then his body went extinct

We the killers of that night, shoot until they cannot breathe

Tell that **** where he going, we gone' leave him on his knees

He not praying' to no God, he just praying' for his peace

Aim my gun, straight at his face, if he moves, I'll make him bleed

Got some holes inside his stomach, like I stepped on him with cleats

I've been moving' on the field, like I'm playing' for real Madrid

We gone' leave him on the river, left him floating' by the stream

And we popping' out with guns, you would think that we Marines

I've been moving' like I'm Sonic, I'ma hit him with a ring

Killed a **** in some fashion, then he died from too much bling

Did a trick shot on his head, shot that **** off the swing

I just shred him into pieces, now that **** look like cheese

Outside with a bitch, and she tryna give me head

Wanna go outside, then we do it on her bed

And I do not want a kid, so I nutted on her leg

She just wanna keep on going, but I'd rather rap instead

I've been posted in the booth, making' music, I make bread

And I gotta trust the process, one day I'll be way ahead

**** know what we gone' do, Mr. Crack him like a egg

We gone' put him on a shelf, now he look like he a elf

Bitch, my cousin popping' bottles, drinking, he said, fuck the health

And I'm puffing' on a blunt, till I cannot feel myself

Why you talking' hot? ****, ain't this what you did

Try to name a time, I hoppped on a beat, and never slid

Only reason they don't know me, cause they think that I'm a kid

And my brother got a gun, **** know he keep a clip

And this bitch is acting' up, so I drowned her in my piss

I just got bit by an ant, so I flicked it on my wrist

Thousand on my drip, **** know this shit not cheap

I got off white on my belt, and got Jordans on my feet

If he fucking' with the cops, then we smoking' on the chief

**** spinning' in a Uber, left his brains up on the seat

When I finish with this song, they gone' leave it on repeat

Melatonin in my gun, when I shoot it make you sleep

Watch me gun him on a drill, ****, I'm the MVP

I been chasing' down his tracks, we gone' catch him by the street

Written by: Jorge Morales

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