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Alpha
16
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Alpha został wydany 12 stycznia 2025 przez Jerome The Prince jako część albumu Twenty Two
album cover
Data wydania12 stycznia 2025
WytwórniaJerome The Prince
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM75

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jerome The Prince
Jerome The Prince
Performer
Syndrome Beats
Syndrome Beats
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bradley Jerome Bison
Bradley Jerome Bison
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Start my night with liquor, got me feeling numb lil quicker…
All I do is chase my dreams, obtain them, then I’m thinking bigger…
You too scared to take a risk, still you talking tough on twitter…
You too scared to talk that shit in person, couldn’t be more bitcher…
My guy, they just played my music on the NFL…
Satan just gave me the deed, what that means, i’ll give you hell…
Independent hustle, trust me homie, man I know it well…
Had to wife my girl up cause she classy and don’t show and tell…
Yeah, feeling like a giant like the old Odell…
Finding my music, it’s like stumbling on the holy grail…
I play the front, you in the back just like a pony tail…
Me myself and millions all I need up on this lonely trail…
Lonely road, straight up to the top, I’m talking drizzy level…
Doing what they said I couldn’t do, it’s going really well…
I’m drinking beer until its motherfucking dizzy spells…
When you wish upon a star, dog you just wishing me well…
I’m just walking round this bitch I’m feeling like the Alpha male…
When these losers seeing you popping, dawg they pray that you gon fail..
For real, I’m fresh as fuck, I see you broke boys stay on stale…
For real, I’m fresh as fuck, my pockets fat, it don’t eat Kale…
For real, I’m in this bitch and I simply don’t plan to fail…
All I know go hard as fuck, see you trying, but you frail…
My guy, I see you trying but you folding like the mail…
My guy, doubt me all you want, I know I will prevail, my guy…
I’m in this bitch and dog I’m feeling like the alpha…
You in this bitch your style older than nostalgia…
Yeah, Real talk, they ain’t fucking with my album…
I ain’t even finished yet and I already know the outcome…
For real, looking in my mirror like homie there’s no slowing him…
I don’t need the weed no more, my haters I am smoking them…
Everything I ever dreamed about that’s what I’m needing now…
Time is of the essence time to treat it like I’m bleeding out…
I’m the only person I’m concerned with beating now…
If I hold my breath, you the realist breathing now…
Yeah, and honestly that shit debatable…
My shorty got that brain, I swear that she so educational…
I’m in this bitch and I simply don’t plan to fail…
All I know go hard as fuck, see you trying, but you frail…
My guy, I see you trying but you folding like the mail…
My guy, doubt me all you want, I know I will prevail, my guy…
Written by: Bradley Jerome Bison
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