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Lately
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Lately został wydany 29 sierpnia 2025 przez Independent jako część albumu Immakulate
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Data wydania29 sierpnia 2025
WytwórniaIndependent
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM84

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mak11
Mak11
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Butt
Zach Butt
Songwriter
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZACH808BEATS
ZACH808BEATS
Producer

Tekst Utworu

The captain of the Avalon, I battle like the navy
My rapping like a rabbit hole, it has 'em going crazy
Tryna travel round the planet like a vagabond baby
What happened then don't matter bro, I'm asking bout lately
Mak ain't got no manners, know they mad I'm gonna make it
I shattered all they standards so I'm standing on my statements
They absent for the answers, do I have 'em all well maybe
No passion for the past, no I be asking about lately
I'm asking bout lately, what happened round the way
And out the bay, no time to wait g, yeah
Get cash up on the daily, stacking up my paper
Every day I'm where the cake be, yeah
Advanced to be a master, I was kept too long waiting
They can't travel any faster, tryna check on my location
Got me blasting at these bastards then we have a celebration
Young astral spellcaster, I can handle them sensations
Vinnie Paz when I get angry, know the gang be full of pharaohs
And my actions never languished so my language far from narrow
Bitch it's Mak, but get me drinking and my name be Jack Sparrow
I need racks up in the bank and pounds of dank, fuck bout some air hoe
My aim for sure be straighter than an arrow
Buddy tried to blow his brains out with the barrel but he missed and hit his earlobe
Ain't banging dope, I'm only chasing them dineros
Like I'm high up in the game so I'd be careful, iron fist gon make 'em fearful
The captain of the Avalon, I battle like the navy
My rapping like a rabbit hole, it has 'em going crazy
Tryna travel round the planet like a vagabond baby
What happened then don't matter bro, I'm asking bout lately
Mak ain't got no manners, know they mad I'm gonna make it
I shattered all they standards so I'm standing on my statements
They absent for the answers, do I have 'em all well maybe
No passion for the past, no I be asking about lately
A dozen shots of liquor got her dancing on the tabletop
The youngin popping shit so now they asking can they tag along
Apocalyptic spitting, this the Rapture bitch or Ragnarok
And y'all gon want your ticket, here's your chance, don't miss the main hurrah
Extensive with the catalogue, my senses like a cat or dog's
I'm tryna spend some racks on the expensive shit in catalogs
I'm central like the graphics god, essential that we have it all
Man I just smelled the pack and it was scented like a candle dawg
Incentive been to grab the guap, just checked in with a savage lot
Inventive like some BattleBots, contest me and get cancelled off
I'm flexing like I'm Kakarot, address me as Sir Lancelot
Still stepping with my sandals on, they sentences just ramble on
My weight up like a mastodon, get crushed under that pressure
When I play bruh I don't pass the ball, the youngin dunk like Professor
I got swagger like a young Casanova, no money put on the dresser
Hopping like Vega, trust me this match is over, gon fuck 'em up it's my pleasure
Written by: Andrew Kevin McDonald, Zach Butt
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