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Righteous Path
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Righteous Path foi lançado em 9 de maio de 2025 por FH como parte do álbum Righteous Path - Single
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Data de lançamento9 de maio de 2025
EditoraFH
LanguageEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM144

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FH
FH
Performer
John Toure
John Toure
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Toure
John Toure
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wonderlust Beats
Wonderlust Beats
Producer

Letra

Could've had a 3.5 of weed, I body these beats, I'm talking smoke
I only rap facts, I don't know 'bout cap—
Gotta mention my name if you're talking 'bout GOATs
The throne's for the taking, I'm first in class
Level 9s in English, I do mean to boast
Keep sh*t quiet, I move like a ghost
I don't trust a soul
Had plenty n****s act friendly
Then switch up the second they know I'm unbeatable foe
Don't blame me, ain't my fault—
Got gyaldem shakin' nyash and grown
I guard up my legacy—prime Van Dijk
Was never a striker, you're hitting the post
(Ha)
Do what I do, and efficient as ever—
Got nothing to do with no injury prone
Like, put down your phone, go ghost, make racks
Just get in your bag and lower your tone
The work in silence louder than all of the talk
That's done when you're not on your own
Emotions hidden, I don't give a toss—
I'll park that bus till you leave me alone
I'm heard from the West to the East to the coast
I don't need a jacket, I don't need a coat
I'm cold—it's funny I say that
Call a man K-Trap, never was warm—if you know, then you know
Came from the wild, wild West of talent
Yet half of the kids out there unknown
Stoke now man's Manneh, I ain't got the accent
Don't make man take Duolingo
I never was good with learning a language—
Ask me a question, it's "no tengo."
Clap, clap, clap aye, move to the beat, got good taste
Next in line, gotta call it fate
Till crowds are screaming up, "Young FH!"
Came too far, can't put down the cup
We're worth way more than minimum wage
I'm hungry as ever just look at my face
Stronger than ever, like what?
You know the brudda, I don't like to lose
I'm taking my seat, I don't care 'bout the cost
Never a moment I grew up in life
Where I ain't believed I was destined a star
Hidden my face, I put in that work—
Like yo, I stay on my righteous path
You ain't on nothin', we know who you are
Controlling your brain like a puppet guitar
Call a man Pozer—instant banger
50% and you don't have an answer
Don't wanna see me at highest potential
I ain't even trying—I call that a prodigy
You as an enemy? Must be a mockery
Me as an enemy? Gotta be f***ery
Never been second, embracing my winnings—
'Cause back then, my vision you called it embarrassing
Manage it
Drop one track, your girl she a fan of it
Soaking water, feel like I'm paddling
Played that chick on What? for the fun of it
F*** on you let's double it
Feel like Travis, I must be polygamous
One true love? Can't say I'm a fan of it
Had one time when the boy was locked in—
24 hours, already was hating it
Closer
Some in my corner, rather have mates than a whole 'nother roster
Outer Banks, fake guys like Topper—
I rebuke in the name of the Lord
Member the days—
Had so much to prove
I had tried it all, but they weren't any use
Pen to the pad, I was up all night
Tryna work on my come-up on nights I had school
Social norms, but I was myself
I couldn't care less if I wasn't as cool
'Cause all of the people that clowned on the boy
Ended up being dirt at the end of my shoe
Mad
Talk about class
Some glowed up, some wished that they had
Never on violence in none of my raps
Ain't that hard when you know 'bout the craft
Don't get me gassed
Clap, clap, clap aye, move to the beat, got good taste
Next in line, gotta call it fate
Till crowds are screaming up, "Young FH!"
Came too far, can't put down the cup
We're worth way more than minimum wage
I'm hungry as ever just look at my face
Stronger than ever, like what?
Written by: John Toure
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