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Big Dog Yogo & 6huey

MP

3

Hip-Hop/Rap

MP foi lançado em 29 de agosto de 2024 por Trap N Stack Entertainment como parte do álbum Therapy, Pt. 3

Informações da música

ÁlbumTherapy, Pt. 3

Data de lançamento29 de agosto de 2024

SeloTrap N Stack Entertainment

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM95

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Robert maxford Ingleton

Robert maxford Ingleton

Composição

Letra

Nights on the road, nights on my own

Suicidal thoughts, putting nines to my dome

No one talks about mental issues on the road

Had to deal with all these mental issues on my own

I was fucked up, down and out, eighty on the roundabout

Pockets on E, now I'm tryna go the Saudi route

No Percy, rowdy rowdy, RIP Master P

In my ends, real lessons came outta tragedies

Dipping in a six speed, RIP Miss P

Gotta hug my brudda Shalla cah this shit's peak

Then I hug my brudda G cah it's still peak

Can't relate to what they're feeling but it's still deep

See all my dargs took losses, that's what made 'em bosses

Weren't with all the gossip, flipping bags like we're shopping

All them mans do is watch but we ain't with the watching

We do this for a better life, they do it for some watches

Mesmerised by the pounds, never seen the dollars

White and B, tryna eat like Benihana's

I'm tryna grow old, buy a house in the Bahamas

So I can put my mind at peace and deal with all this trauma

'Cause it's been traumatising

Bag of friends, now even mums are dying

Therapy's spitting bars and harmonising

Ain't no glamorising, tryna live clean like we're sanitising

PTSD from hearing hammers firing

Real darg from the road but now I'm trap advising

Never missed a game, morning raids was surprising

Nina to my forehead, feeling suicidal

Wanted to die couple times, put that on the Bible

Man claim they got my back but no one had my spinal

I kill a man for survival, fuck a gangster title

You can keep that, tryna recline my seat back

Had enough of sinning just to see stacks

Shalla lost his mum, don't know what he's going through

And G lost his pops, before that his mum too

I feel it for my dargs but I'm feeling pain too

'Cause both my dargs' mums was mums to the darg too

Shit's peak, I'm still missing Bomma, I ain't healed yet

Tryna deal with pain that I ain't had to feel yet

But that's life, everybody gotta meet death

Life ain't just about living, it's a deep test

Nights on the road, nights on my own

Suicidal thoughts, putting nines to my dome

No one talks about mental issues on the road

Had to deal with all these mental issues on my own

I was fucked up, down and out, eighty on the roundabout

Pockets on E, now I'm tryna go the Saudi route

No Percy, rowdy rowdy, RIP Master P

In my ends, real lessons came outta tragedies

Written by: Robert maxford Ingleton

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