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The Source
24
Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «The Source» вышел в 29 мая 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «MNRK Records LP»)Made In Philly
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АльбомMade In Philly
Дата релиза29 мая 2026 г.
ЛейблMNRK Records LP
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM84

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Young Chris
Young Chris
Вокал
MadeinTYO
MadeinTYO
Вокал
Ransom
Ransom
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Christopher Ries
Christopher Ries
Автор песен
Randy Nichols
Randy Nichols
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Tokyo Drum Beats
Tokyo Drum Beats
Продюсер
Steve "Rockstar" Dickey For All The Smoke Studios
Steve "Rockstar" Dickey For All The Smoke Studios
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

[Verse 1] Young Chris
Dukes ain’t feeling well, step pops in & out da spital
And my baby girl ain’t so little
Still they try to divide conquer all this drama in da middle
Hard bridging da gap when ya momma in da middle
All this confusion no time for excuses
Fuck complaining no pointing fingers let’s find the solution
 I find it amusing they happy
Bitches finally choosing, screaming they wins out loud
When They silently losing
they constantly rooting
better not be Around when they shooting
Go out in a Foreign
trap & make my rounds in a fusion
I’m Mr miogi every now & then ima student
it’s Vvs pointers every now & them I go Cuban
I go dum I go stupid I go drum I’m a use it
It go wooooo when I shoot it
Tuck ya pride b4 I do it
Better tuck ya pride b4 I lose it dog
Say where the homies when the movies and da computers off
The bitches gone, da crew get lost
[Verse 2] Ransom
**** be wonderin’ who a boss
Whoever make it through a loss
Magazines in the benzino, I heard it through the source
You ain’t have to pay me no mind, If you never knew the cost
The new remorse
I feel for those who never knew who to cross
Sometimes I struggle to rap and try to get through the bars
When momma’s dementia she don’t know who you are
Remove the scar
I ain’t been right writin’ since coup de grâce
Can only throw a jab when the champ ain’t in the mood to spar
Look, I don’t give credit if you don’t dispute the charge
What you don’t prove in public, you have to prove to God
Elohim, Driving a soda mixed with Promethazine
Daughter crying out for a bottle but he just let her scream
Damn, she hungry so he just fed her dreams
Daddy gonna make it one day, He prayed for a better scheme
I’m not doubtin’ that what he has in his head’s supreme
But I said Supreme I ain’t talkin’ a shirts and a set of jeans…Duffle
Written by: Christopher Ries, Randy Nichols
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