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Headcrack
146
Hip-Hop
Headcrack was released on March 22, 2019 by Bad Influenyce/ Brown Bag Money as a part of the album Headcrack
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Release DateMarch 22, 2019
LabelBad Influenyce/ Brown Bag Money
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Performer
Futurewave
Futurewave
Performer
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Rap
Martin Budik
Martin Budik
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Songwriter
Martin Budik
Martin Budik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Futurewave
Futurewave
Producer

Lyrics

Yo
Life's a gamble, bitches blowin' on my shakers, hope I headcrack
I'll beat your loose deuce and take your paper, lemme get that
Fuck a setback, I'm all about the forward motion
Drop a four on the floor, I'm lit off the Henny or the Mo' potion
Fuck broke, I stay holdin', you X-rollin'
My chain golden, been a slick finesser since train tokens
My game potent, left your dame open
Got hoes from here to Hoboken
Me take a loss? You bozos hopin'
I'm top rank, stop, think, when the dice drop
Crack a nice knot
Your head cold like the ice rock
His slaves got four to the Tracey, my luck amaze me
See my palm on the 80 'cause losers be actin' shady
Bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
You know the steelo, paper with eagles I made off of trade that's illegal
Headcrack, packin' the paper, stackin's the motive
My glow golden, you either holdin' or your pockets broken
Life's a gamble, roll a dice, you come up or you lose
You either starve or bust a move, what the fuck you choose?
Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
**** thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this
Ayo, my mind's locked on clockin' a grip, that's what it be like
Mad **** failin', caught Ls over three dice
****'ll let you in and stick you up in the end
Rock you to sleep, grimy **** pretend, know what you in
Never gamble high stakes with snakes, you know the rules
I only drop paper with **** that's in my crew
We bettin' C-notes, whatever's on the floor is a bet
I took a couple losses, made my money back, then I jet
**** is gamblin' the money that they owe the connect
Then fuckin' up the re-up, now you broke and in debt, stupid
We takin' risks like we in Vegas, be with major players
Need hundred bottle layers, I'm more than just a rhyme sayer
Headcrack, packin' the paper, stackin's the motive
My glow golden, you either holdin' or your pockets broken
Life's a gamble, roll a dice, you come up or you lose
You either starve or bust a move, what the fuck you choose?
Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
**** thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this
Written by: Jerome Allen, Martin Budik
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