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Left Out
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Left Out was released on November 24, 2020 by Slatt Zy as a part of the album East Lake Projects
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Release DateNovember 24, 2020
LabelSlatt Zy
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slatt Zy
Slatt Zy
Rap
SMKEXCLSV
SMKEXCLSV
Programming
Hagan
Hagan
Programming
Slim Pharaoh
Slim Pharaoh
Programming
LC
LC
Programming
beatzvader
beatzvader
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taizion Vinson
Taizion Vinson
Songwriter
Hagan Lange
Hagan Lange
Songwriter
Matthias Ringleb
Matthias Ringleb
Songwriter
Luke Clay
Luke Clay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SMKEXCLSV
SMKEXCLSV
Producer
Hagan
Hagan
Producer
Slim Pharaoh
Slim Pharaoh
Producer
LC
LC
Producer
Christian “Scientist” Perez
Mixing Engineer
Michael "Ey3zLow" Nguyen
Michael "Ey3zLow" Nguyen
Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer
Christian Mármol Pérez
Christian Mármol Pérez
Mixing Engineer
beatzvader
beatzvader
Producer

Lyrics

(Do you want smoke? We want all the smoke)
Hey why I feel the sky is falling and my world is sinking in
Describe my life is like disasters and they seem to never end
Concrete wall we on that block **** always seem to sink
17 but you gon’ judge me on my face you see this ink
When my momma hear these songs hope she dont cry for a long time
I’m depressed at any moment I can die
When I was 7 years old nem bitches almost took my life
Greg he was cuttin’ my hair
Then moments later I heard fire
Them bitches they gon’ frame us
They say they scared they terrified no not to play with us
And we pulled up them sticks swore they were scared turned into angel dust
Love and affection no we don't give it aint no blaming us
Family just a word cause I remember they was ashamed of us
Lovin’ and puttin’ my trust in people get me killed right
Gon drop your testicles bet that we slidin bitch thats by midnight
Walk to the pulpit talk to God gotta get my head right
Now that we talkin you know it’s **** want my head right
My trust in this glizzy no we ain't stoppin aint no red lights
Young’n I could see this why this rap shit is in danger
Excuse me if I blame because my heart is filled with anger
Crackas to my pop’s interrogation he aint sayin huh
Circle is so small its like a O cause **** change huh
You round me cause you love me or you blinded by the fame huh
Since I lost my brother man this life ain't been the same nah
It’s time we take a stand no more walkin in the rain no
Look at my bruddas man I’m so proud because we here now
Showin’ my talent in front the world I faced my fears now
Pull up in coupes designer shoes I’m feelin big now
Diamonds in my mouth they don't come out it's not the big kind
Back to back we doing shows
After that we fuckin hoes
I pass em down to my bros
Remember sharing the same clothes
My secrets out you can't expose
But I’m still gon crouch behind doors
Don't have homeboys only my bros
Rock out rock out this gon be no pain song
When i pull up in that black maserati and the roof gone
These diamonds on my brudda chain is shinin’ he got two on
With this rollie on my arm I’m tryna put my whole crew on
You know, ain’t nobody ever really speak to us to go nowhere
You know it’s twelve of us
None of us never graduated high school
Written by: Hagan Lange, Luke Clay, Matthias Ringleb, Taizion Vinson
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