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Can't Call It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Can't Call It was released on September 1, 2023 by Mirage as a part of the album Can't Call It - Single
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Release DateSeptember 1, 2023
LabelMirage
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Greg Grease
Greg Grease
Performer
Troy Williams
Troy Williams
Keyboards, Flute
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Johnson
Richard Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Grease
Greg Grease
Producer
Medium Zach
Medium Zach
Mixing Engineer
Alec Ness
Alec Ness
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I can’t call it I ain’t worried why they hate me
I don’t complain about it let me motivate me
If you looking for me you can find me
By the gutter with my brothers where they keep it grimey
Gotta get it how you live it cause the gettings tiny
If you picking pockets partner better keep a side piece
Run up on you get your issue when it’s perfect timing
Keep it silky it gets filthy pull it from the lining
Hunger known to make it better but the pain is blinding
They’ll politely put you under and call it refinement
See they cut it and then flip it and call that consignment
Took the public to destroy it I call that alignment
They ask greasy where you been I’m just out here surviving
If the well ain’t got no water got a new assignment
Trying to elevate my purpose can’t let you define it
Looking for the motivation I know who supply it
If you chasing fickle feelings sleep with open eye lids
Many driven off the deep end navigating tyrants
That’s why I’m moving silent that’s why
I can’t call it I ain’t worried why they hate me
I don’t complain about it let me motivate me
(Keeping up with the jones forgiatos and vogues got the diamonds and gold diamonds diamonds and gold)
Real bread getters move is concert with ill head hitters
Split you melon and then go get dinner
It colder than no coat dead winter
Up shit creek no boat that new scope left shivers
Go for broke no jokes
Hunger pain in the liver
I can't complain just deliver
And refrain from the bitter
I don’t judge I just navigate through the vane and the glitter
Not playing games with the triggers and know the fame don’t make winners
Know your lane it’s all the same turn your flame to a flicker
It get profane when the shame over blame change the picture
Can feel the drain from the frame when they made the decision
Left one under and the other left for days in a prison
The endgame is pre written
Cant play into divisions
I’d rather build with my peoples
Run a check up we living
Petty beef and collisions only increase the suspicion
I stay discreet and envision the path to take with precision
I can’t call it I ain’t worried why they hate me
I don’t complain about it let me motivate me
(Keeping up with the jones forgiatos and vogues got the diamonds and gold diamonds diamonds and gold)
Written by: Richard Johnson
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