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67
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Hip-Hop/Rap
67 was released on February 25, 2021 by Bless The Child Collections as a part of the album DameTape
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Release DateFebruary 25, 2021
LabelBless The Child Collections
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raymond Willis
Raymond Willis
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Willis
Raymond Willis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raymond Willis
Raymond Willis
Producer

Lyrics

Still rewriting the book on tradition
True Penmen
Yahweh I pray
My Days
Get better by the minute
Tryin to move like the man whom We mirrored his image
Walking on waves fucking up physics
25th of February
Ray and Neecey cemented
Knew what you was getting
Young God swimming
It's a big difference I been Different
Blessed from the entrance
Now they recognize who Big Fish is
Pressure got applied like terms and conditions
Come Home Front Flip to end zone Jerome Simpson
Me and track hand and glove on Nicole Simpson
Killin the scene but i ain't want Nicole Kidman
I prefer black women
Eartha Kitts and Robin Givens
Halle and Lela in 92
67 weave through like Corey Dillon or emmitt
454 cubic inches
All Black like Idris
Talk about relentless
Never slipping like transmissions or Earl Simmons
Got Frank blue for the vision
All in never timid
Understand that nothings given
But Whats promised for the remnant
I Try to be patient but can't slow down life
Make you think that God had me touchdown twice
Mama told me that the flow sound Nice
She said it's Classic Like the fro on Motown Mike
So now Every verse is a get to know
Hit em High Hit em Low
Right Hook Riddick Bowe
Got em punchin air Like Trey
Or Ump at 1st base
Hoping to have me hit with stones
But **** you can't get my soul
I get it though
I seen it Them demons want me bleeding
You Think you'll be the reason I'm leaving
Or why my people grieving
Deacons Singing
I pull up 3 days later like it's bereavement
And Feeling like my Jesus
Oh yall really think the Son don't shine
I be out front of your lawn like the New York Times
A new era
So fitted when they mad I Snap Back
No cap back
Now back back
I Hit hand Tap tap
Can't have that
Triple Dark Chevelle that's Matte Black
Try lap that
Back when **** was on the block like crack back
You ain't even catch that
Still dream chasing trying to catch that
Young kings fighting even when the cards Got stacked
Dying 21 and under told you lifes blackjack
They put me behind the 8ball like MJG
But I swear Sterling I want let them play me
Written by: Raymond Willis
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