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Annual Statement
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Annual Statement został wydany 19 grudnia 2025 przez Independent jako część albumu Annual Statement - Single
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Data wydania19 grudnia 2025
WytwórniaIndependent
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM109

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RF
RF
Performer
Simfumene Thiyo
Simfumene Thiyo
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simfumene Thiyo
Simfumene Thiyo
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SIMFU BEATZ
SIMFU BEATZ
Producer

Tekst Utworu

A..A...Ayyy Simfu Run it up
(Huh yeah)
Lemme speak
I quit spittinn on the mic now i juss sneaze
I quit writtinn down the pain my tips bleed
They sayinn the beats dead
Probably cau left it deceased. (yeah)
I talk trappinn and some P's
And some shit you should never do these street's
Fuck subliminals,insta's and tweets
Why you takinn hood politics straight to the police?
I'm confused
Walked away never a fan of being used
Don't believe the lies if they tell you I got shoed
The term "kicked out" shits really being abused
When I heard dat shit I can't lie i was amused
I'm on this bread I got no time for any fued
Messinn with my readys only time i blow a fuse
Puffinn gas got my bars dem fully fueled
You either with me, move or chewed
When it benefits them it's only time they need you
Use you when they goinn through shit like a roll'a tissue
Me and blood suckers swear down we got an issue
I can't show no love heart colder than an eiglou
Not a fan a red flags like I Rep the colour blue
Should start wearinn religion cau all this shit I say true
Hands stickinn to paper like kindergarten glue
Don't ask bout bitch **** I ain't got a clue
Switch on
Snitched on
Saw **** takinn shits where they eat from
Speaked on
Creeped on
Matter fact they can't be what I been on
Flipped on
Steal from
Gave **** a chance and they spat on
Leached on
Tricked on
They askinn for hand outs since I've been on
It be hard to give out love when you never get it back
On my grandmamas grave only know permanent from tats
Numb the pain with weed and syrup I don't pour up any yakk
Took a break from the beanz endured an L and then replaced
To focused on the bread...
I love to stack
If it ain't money callinn best believe i aint callinn back
Let the money talk...Ain't one to brag
When a broke **** get sum p's it's a drag
I be droppinn bare jewels cominn like chandelier
Aint need no soap in my eyes juss to see the vision clear
Got me feelinn like stig, man I'm in my top gear
2 licks was enough juss to make me disappear
Money counter makinn onomatopoeia
Cominn like i work at bonbonieer
Flows to wet like the garmsss dat I wear
Not a rider of the wave bitch I'm a pioneer
Trust ? Don't give a toss
Scared these **** might do like Ross
Sink hollow teeth in em won't clean dis shit floss
All my brodie nems are gone so I aint scared of any wars
Now when I lose madibs. count it as a loss
Poured another 8th. PTSD be the cause
I can't bare no flashbacks brodie that's gross
Deep in the streets like the soles of my air force
Written by: Simfumene Thiyo
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