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Interviews
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Interviews was released on September 11, 2023 by HUSTLAZ KINGDOM ENT. as a part of the album Interviews - Single
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Release DateSeptember 11, 2023
LabelHUSTLAZ KINGDOM ENT.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
VANCE TRACEY RHONE
VANCE TRACEY RHONE
Songwriter

Lyrics

Bro just killed the demon, he a devil I still treat him like he just one of the
Fellas I'm out here with Lucifer, he got on that
Prada shit I might do that Mike Amiri till I'm fuckin
Tired of it Smokin' on that gold label, you can't find
No pot like this, the stamp on that a scorpion you ain't gettin' blocks like this, lil
Bro, he just get shotted and then start poppin' shit
Young **** rockin' shit, he was spendin' buyin' shit
Before he started coppin' shit, coupe look like a drag car
It's just me and Wop in this, this right here a handgun
It just got choppa clip, shoota got eleven rings
He ain't even in the news, reportin' from the trenches
Back where we don't get no interviews this shit crazy, she a baby havin' babies
Gave young boy that game for free, he ain't have to pay me
Shit I feel like Wallo, reekin' bitch look like mulatto
Rollin' off that Casamigo, she keep kissin' on my palo
30 stuffed with hollows, my last hoppy got a halo
My young boy a soldier, said that switch you like a Draco
Bro just shot his movie, he ain't make it on no headlines
Had to keep it low, cause he ain't tryin', see no FED time
I just left the county, I got right back to them blues
All hunnids on my crip shit, six blicks and they all cousins
I ain't walkin' when you catch me on the move
All runnin', stayin' down, all winter, stayin' down all summer
I got six **** with me, and all of them runners
All of them shooters, bet you all of them comin
All of them movin', bet you all of them tuckin
I got six bitches with me, bet you all of them fuckin
It's just me and Sosa in the field, we runnin' base off
Pitchin' and we runnin' with them sticks like it's baseball
And we at the brim, there's nine .mm , will knock your face off
Off set the switch, spin with the Glick, I bet he take off
Middle of the jungle, kitted warring with them demons
It's the trenches, we're up in the score, is considered grievin
Bro just lost his body, I pray that he make it back
Lil' bro just stole a Johnny, he said he know where they at
Slat, slat, make it back, stack, pack, I'm gettin' back
This the trap, bet I shoot it off the dribble like I'm Mack
Middle of the jungle, kitted warring with them demons
It's the trenches, we're up in the score, consider grievin
They just killed my man and we spent back and now we two up
Cuz keep tryin' tell me about his beef and I'm like, who up
**** just be cappin', FN' do a **** tragic
Make the whole clip disappear, hocus pocus, this shit magic
Got some North **** with me now and they ain't with the chatter
Brody got the ladder, he gon' swing it for the rapper
Drillin' in some fashion, turn a opp into ashes
Got that Glicky on me now, hunting , Brody just was fastin
This shit'll ever lasting and see a opp, I bet I blast him
Bro be grindin', he a thrasher, tell that ho I ain't no pastor
I can't save her, I can't love her, I just dick her
I don't hug her, this shit different over here, cause we got money
Written by: VANCE TRACEY RHONE
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