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Too Far
1,209
Hip-Hop/Rap
Too Far was released on April 8, 2022 by Republic Records as a part of the album Trendsetter
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Release DateApril 8, 2022
LabelRepublic Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM107

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Robertson
Andre Robertson
Songwriter
Germán Valdés
Germán Valdés
Composer
Rodney Jeffrion Montreal
Rodney Jeffrion Montreal
Songwriter
Matthew Vahan Cancik
Matthew Vahan Cancik
Songwriter
Coi Collins
Coi Collins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MVCancik
MVCancik
Producer
Bizness Boi
Bizness Boi
Producer
Germán Valdés
Germán Valdés
Mixing Engineer
Sul Ki Son
Sul Ki Son
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Augusto Sanchez
Augusto Sanchez
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Fortune
Fortune
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
My brother just got out of jail and he doin' well
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Free my **** Atkins
[Chorus]
Free my **** that's locked
Yeah, he locked up in the box, he ain't make it too far
Went and shot up all his opps
Other homie on the run, but he ain't make it too far
Yeah, he shot two times
He runnin' from the cops and he hopped up in his getaway car
Said his **** switched sides
He don't know who to trust, now it's only him and his AR
[Verse 1]
Yeah, he was slidin'
Turned to a felon, now he can't take trips to islands
Gotta feed his baby mama, she at home, the baby cryin'
He can't take it no more, all his friends out here dyin'
That lil' boy just turned eighteen
Don't take my other half, I'd rather you take me
Yeah, that boy was a shooter before he start dating
He want out this life, swear this shit is so crazy, yeah
[Chorus]
Free my **** that's locked (That's locked)
Yeah, he locked up in the box, he ain't make it too far (Far, far)
Went and shot up all his opps (Shoot, pow)
Other homie on the run, but he ain't make it too far (Far, far)
Yeah, he shot two times
He runnin' from the cops and he hopped up in his getaway car
Said his **** switched sides
He don't know who to trust, now it's only him and his AR
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, free my **** Atkins
Me and Ceemo out here and we spazzin'
Big Crip **** hold the ratchet
Got money in the mattress
Tell you, "Fuck you" in your face with a passion
All up in my business, who askin'?
These Prada boots look good up in the Aspens
Flyest bitch, yeah, I cop the latest fashion
Couple of my **** came from nothin'
Flipped a couple bricks, turned nothin' into somethin', oh, yeah
[Chorus]
Free my **** that's locked (That's locked)
Yeah, he locked up in the box, he ain't make it too far (Far, far)
Went and shot up all his opps (Shoot, pow)
Other homie on the run, but he ain't make it too far (Far, far)
Yeah, he shot two times
He runnin' from the cops and he hopped up in his getaway car
Said his **** switched sides (Yeah, yeah)
He don't know who to trust, now it's only him and his AR
[Outro]
Free my **** (Free all my ****)
It's just me and my ****, yeah, yeah (Free all of my ****)
Free my **** (Free all my ****)
Yeah, do it for the ones that's not here (Free all of my ****)
Free my **** (Free all my ****)
It's just me and my ****, yeah, yeah (Free all of my ****)
Free my **** (Free all my ****)
Yeah, do it for the ones that's not here
Written by: Andre Robertson, Coi Leray, Germán Valdés, Matthew Vahan Cancik, Rodney Jeffrion Montreal
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