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Head Gone
366
Hip-Hop/Rap
Head Gone was released on December 16, 2022 by Capitol Records as a part of the album Head Gone - Single
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Release DateDecember 16, 2022
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

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Lyrics

I done witnessed killin’ in these streets, it left my head gone
Fuckin’ with these bitches, she say Slatt you know you dead wrong
Ballin’ till I die, I want diamonds on my tombstone
I’m not competing with no ****, that's what you on
I been rockin’ solo 'cause these **** goin’ extra
If she ain’t suckin’ dick get out the spot, no, I won’t beg her
Let a **** reach for this chain, he gon’ get wet up
All my hittas, you with your brothers, die together
Poppin’ Percocets feel good, but I know it ain't right
I be fucking on yo bitch and I be gone by the night
I remember tryna shine when we ain’t had no lights
I remember coppin’ dimes when the bag gettin’ tight
Trouble riding with a hunnid, tryna catch him a opp
I was posted in the projects way before I had popped
**** claimin’ that they street but we a post on y'all block
Lil Veezy rock out with that stick, he hit 'em up, baby pop
Perkies and these rises, they be easin’ my mind
Lost three of my brothers, called my granny, I’m crying
**** dissin’ on a mission then they end up dyin’
If I catch any of my opps, I swear to god that they dyin’
I done witnessed killin’ in these streets, it left my head gone
Fuckin’ with these bitches, she say Slatt you know you dead wrong
Ballin’ till I die, I want diamonds on my tombstone
I’m not competing with no ****, that's what you on
I been rockin’ solo 'cause these **** goin’ extra
If she ain’t suckin’ dick get out the spot, no, I won’t beg her
Let a **** reach for this chain, he gon’ get wet up
All my hittas, you with your brothers, die together
Shinin’ on you **** and bitches
If she ain’t thick, I won't hit it
I come from poverty, you put that bag in front, I'ma get it
These bitches dirty and bougie
Hoe, I ain’t eatin’ no coochie
These **** act like some bitches
I call 'em trans like Karrueche
If you ain’t getting money you could stay the fuck from round me
Let you play your part but you done overstepped your boundaries
How could I forget, eighth grade they used to clown on me
Now I’m getting money and I’m up, worship the ground on me
Everybody around a G, fuck you if you doubted me
I'ma be around for some time, you’ll see a lot of me
Jail up and not lie to me, I’m a hot commodity
Everything I do these **** do, they try to copy me
I done witnessed killin’ in these streets, it left my head gone
Fuckin’ with these bitches, she say Slatt you know you dead wrong
Ballin’ till I die, I want diamonds on my tombstone
I’m not competing with no ****, that's what you on
I been rockin’ solo 'cause these **** goin’ extra
If she ain’t suckin’ dick get out the spot, no, I won’t beg her
Let a **** reach for this chain, he gon’ get wet up
All my hittas, you with your brothers, die together
Written by: Aman Nikhanj, Jaylon Howard, Ryan O'Neill, Taizion Vinson
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