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The Ticket
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Ticket was released on August 14, 2023 by Snellmont Records as a part of the album Isolation - EP
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Release DateAugust 14, 2023
LabelSnellmont Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM101

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rara Numba
Rara Numba
Songwriter

Lyrics

No, I won't ever change because I grew up on the block
Late night spinnin', we just tryna catch a hop
Yeah, we used to play ball, now we really movin' rocks
And he bout to do a bid, tryna sneak in and suboxone
I ain't hearin' what they sayin', they just talkin
Catch him loafing tryna hit him where his top is
All eyes on me, off the walk-in
And I ain't goin' that's unless we get the Glocks in
I be tryna spin, tryna spin like a fidget
My bro, he tell me chill, cause he know that I'm the ticket
If you know it's not your beef, then lil' ****, why you in it
And we ain't keeping score, but I know for sure that they ain't winning
Knocks out, come rock out, bring your block out
You got your lights on, we turn it to a blackout
Fell in love with the blues, I'm a cash cow
Specialize in walkin' down, yeah, we that wild
I been jumped off the porch, so all this shit ain't new to me
I ain't have no O.G., so ain't nobody tutor' me
**** politicing talkin' bout what they gon' do to me
Now all these hoes be on my dick, I remember they was rude to me
You probably think it's my religion, lil' ****, cause I'm true to this
It'd be a shame if you end up on my noodle list
Yeah, they be talkin', they ain't really ever doin' shit
And they got guns, but they ain't never really shootin' shit
Yeah, these **** act like bitches, swear to God, they be some homos
I know they fanned out, I ain't givin' them no promo
My brodie just got booked he tryna get in with the sobos
She ain't supposed to be with us, so I'm tellin' her no photos
When my bro died, we was really outside spinnin
Creepin' up on the job, yeah, we almost had his killer
But the cops got him first, yeah, it would've been a
But get back and got a date, so when they free him, we gon' kill him
I be tryna spin, tryna spin like a fidget
My bro, he tell me chill, cause he know that I'm the ticket
If you know it's not your beef, then, lil' ****, why you in it
And we ain't keepin' score, but I know for sure that they ain't winnin
Knocks out, come rock out, bring your block out
You got your lights on, we turn it to a blackout
Fell in love with the blues, I'm a cash cow
Specialize in walkin' down, yeah, we that wild
Specialize in walkin' down, yeah, we that wild
Written by: Rara Numba
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