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Utwór 48 został wydany 30 sierpnia 2025 przez Pyrex Entertainment jako część albumu 48 - Single
Data wydania30 sierpnia 2025
WytwórniaPyrex Entertainment
JęzykEnglish
BPM74
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

His flow is something you've never seen.
Like pure blow from Medellín.
Stepped on two times before we pack it in Bowling Green.
I've lived the dream.
Seen it turn nightmare, just like the street.
There's blood on my hands, this ain't CGI, no movie scene.
Let's paint this thing, more vivid than Basquiat.
Was on the block, my cousin got eight for that pack of rocks.
But he ain't stop, just kept digging a deeper hole to hell.
He living well, outside or inside of a prison cell.
'Cause he ain't tell, that's the commission.
Young **** listen.
If you can't take the heat, stay out of a ****'s kitchen.
I ruined my mama's dishes.
Gem-star on her dinner plates.
Counter clockwise on her Pyrex till her Pyrex break.
Cus These the stakes, 'cause I don't know how much ya boy can take.
Was roasting on my shoes in them school halls till I got some cake.
Now I'm on the bully side telling **** their Jay's is fake.
Chain on my neck, when these bitches see it they double take.
So much heat on me, the devil touch me, he perspire.
Now they notice me like I'm Frank Lucas at ringside.
We not the same, my situation done made a man of me.
At seventeen, no daddy home to teach morality.
Just drug dealers out there on Cherry Street.
I am not the man my mama raised to be.
Hope she understands I had low self-esteem.
That's why I get high and name brand is over me.
How can it be, I grew up in Pleasant Union.
Same kid, now at the strip club for the chewing.
I did, unspeakable crimes to get the Ewings.
That's cheap shit, but forty-nine bucks in '89 was close grip.
Now I'm on my grown shit.
Grandkids gotta switch up my ad-libs.
I lived, where mama can't pay the light bill.
But my kids got self-driving automobiles.
Shit's real, i seen cluckers burned up in corn fields.
Cornbread mafia shit, yeah I'm from Campbellsville.
Serving 'em in L.E.B, the Cardinal den was there.
Packs I ran off at the Pike my Lindsey Wilson years.
Forty-eight, still great.
The body ache, couple wrinkles on my face.
Maybe it's the wisdom from taking my mother's place.
Maybe it's fate, I'd glow up this late.
Had an appetite for cash, I'm still fixing my plate.
Not even Ozempic can stop me from gaining weight.
Even if it's ten of them, still get the wins on 'em.
And I pack something Tennessee, like Gallatin.
Forty-eight.
Written by: Shondeveron Shears

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