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Iron Head
579
Hip-Hop/Rap
Iron Head was released on May 1, 2020 by T.C.F. Music Group as a part of the album Ways and Means
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Release DateMay 1, 2020
LabelT.C.F. Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rasheed Chappell
Rasheed Chappell
Performer
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yo
It's real talk
In every word
Yo, yo
In the projects, the projects, **** posted on hydrants
Sex, money, and violence, gun shots they firing
Police ask for government names, we don't oblige 'em
Tattoos of **** we lost, they remind us
That life's short, unless convicted and you serving it
The victim or the culprit, the balance of life
**** juggle on the kitchen stove, balance the white
On dark corners, narcs on 'em, they avoiding them lights
Car chases, bullpen pat downs, remove laces
**** you ain't seen in awhile, familiar faces
From top tiers, hams screaming your name
On the block, only missed by a fiend and his fame
Your docket number, mother play it in the picket
In that pussy you would die for, another **** in it
It's one for the money and two, we double up
Three, we break it down, four, we burn it up
**** dead and gone, for them, we pour a cup
And our **** on the inside, lord, we light a dutch
Where there's a dollar sign, you'll probably find a crime
Where there's an empty stomach, you find creative minds
Adopt the hustle, we born to struggle, our birth rights
Love at first sight, pitch until our third strike
Pipes blow like street signs that lead us home
Full belly on that 38 Spesh chrome
Squeeze triggers, we feed **** like IVs
Like IDs, we read **** who pose real
Stand still, we breathe out, the sparks fly
Separating bodies from souls like apartheid
This the dark side, this the underbelly
These the rules of law when you run with felons
Old cellies back to fiends on the block
**** run in fear if they seen when they locked
But now we in a trance, in the tramp for the rock
Either you master keys or a slave to these locks, ****
It's one for the money and two, we double up
Three, we break it down, four, we burn it up
**** dead and gone, for them, we pour a cup
And our **** on the inside, lord, we light a dutch
Smoke one
Shout out, hold your head
Tron, B-Dot, AWOL, Con P
Everybody just got let out
Mighty, Sean, King Rah
And everybody we love
Rest in paradise
Everybody that's born, live in paradise
Peace, god
Written by: Justin Harrell
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