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Topic
1773
Hip-Hop/Rap
Topic foi lançado em 18 de maio de 2022 por Risktakers Records como parte do álbum The Bigger Picture
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Data de lançamento18 de maio de 2022
EditoraRisktakers Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM96

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaim Ross
Kaim Ross
Songwriter

Letra

(Josh Coleman)
(Ayo Nas-T, Spin the block)
Uh, uh, uh
I'm a topic, but don't talk to me like I'm famous
I still ain't made it out the trenches, and the trench dangerous
It's still stand over a ****, or get left brainless
I'm gettin’ noticed and approached by some strange faces
Some **** actin' like I changed, cause I made changes
Still ain't get momma out the hood, they talkin' buyin’ chains
Still too much static in the hood, they want me to show my face
I come outside, I got this pistol with me everyday
I ain't been slidin', but them **** spinnin' everyday
My homies spinnin' everyday, they tryn' take a life away
We in the stu right now, but them **** might slide today
Got off the phone with my dawg
And he told me when he touch, he gon' change his way of livin’
And I told ‘em that I’m with it
The opps said that they want a body, and I told em' come and get it
Still got blood on my 700s, and residue on my fitted
Got residue on my skully, and residue on my mask
I got tapped and sat down, I healed up and got back
I told em' secrets that I shouldn't have, they bitin’ out my back
Bro the demon they don't talk about, he hittin’ **** hats
All that shine I deserve it
We was in the trenches hurtin', they was plottin' tryna murk us
We played the game with honor, they got booked and started workin’
They hit us, we hit back, and where we hit them, it start hurtin'
We ain't got no casualties or curtains, they got both of ‘em for certain
And they want that get back, that's why this pistol on my person
Try get back, get whacked, they on call tryn' murder
Come get ya mom another Janazah, get ya dog anotha' service
I'm a topic, but don't talk to me like I'm famous
I still ain't made it out the trenches, and the trench dangerous
It's still stand over a ****, or get left brainless
I'm gettin’ noticed and approached by some strange faces
Some **** actin' like I changed, cause I made changes
Still ain't get momma out the hood, they talkin' buyin’ chains
Still too much static in the hood, they want me to show my face
I come outside, I got this pistol with me everyday
I ain't been slidin', but them **** spinnin' everyday
My homies spinnin' everyday, they tryn' take a life away
We in the stu right now, but them **** might slide today
Got off the phone with my dawg
And he told me when he touch, he gon' change his way of livin’
And I told ‘em that I’m with it
The opps said that they want a body, and I told em' come and get it
Still got blood on my 700s, and residue on my fitted
Got residue on my skully, and residue on my mask
I got tapped and sat down, I healed up and got back
I told em' secrets that I shouldn't have, they bitin’ out my back
Bro the demon they don't talk about, he hittin’ **** hats
Written by: Kaim Ross
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