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IDWTAI
Hip-Hop/Rap
IDWTAI was released on January 27, 2025 by 5426191 Records DK as a part of the album Deviyous Ambition
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Release DateJanuary 27, 2025
Label5426191 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Domonick Larelle Barbour
Domonick Larelle Barbour
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Domonick Larelle Barbour
Domonick Larelle Barbour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Domonick Larelle Barbour
Domonick Larelle Barbour
Producer

Lyrics

Back in the back of the building
It's crackin', y'all know what's up
Westside Crud Gang
West, get it
Harlem up, ha
You know what it is
These so-called friends done crossed me
I swear, it hurts they lost me, but
This pain got my heart shattered
I swear nothin' matters, so
The nights we was starvin
We would run in your apartment
When the shots finish him
I say my victory is flawless
How you was livin' lawless
And turnin' to an informant
Made me nauseous, but
Where the real at
I need a pop, another perc
Where the pills at
Wash it down with the Remy
Till I feel that
And I don't trust a fuckin' soul
So I'm still strapped
You never understand
The life that you ain't see
I lost my cousin
And my homeboy
In the same week
That's the type of shit
That done made me
For real, it's just crazy, so
I swear these **** quick to follow
How they leading shit
I know your bitch is gonna swallow
If I feed her dick
Act like I don't know him
Now they gangsta **** need to quit
This empty bottle with some hollows
Is where he gon' get
Look at what he wear
Hell yeah, man, he a crip
I'm focused, I'ma see these chips
Smokin' on this cheetah piss
They say they real, 99
But still, it's not 100
And you gon' still love him
This shit got me disgusted
Virginia is for lovers
These guns bust
When I finger-fuck it, so
Allergic to the cops
Catch amnesia when they question me
I'm just like
Got a fresh pair of chucks
With the blue laces
Only thing a **** chase
Is some blue faces
I'm from Charlottesville
They come here to be a racist, but
Workin', robbin', trappin
Whatever get it crackin
Make it on my own
Ain't no bunk beds in the casket
You do it for the fashion
Them bitches is your habit
I do it for the passion
Them nights I never had shit
Know he rollin' with the
Cold steel on him
In the middle of the night
You won't make it to the morning
There's some ones I called my homies
Now I see them, they look foreign
There's a couple girls I wanted
Now I see them, they look boring
My vision kinda different
While I'm out here on this mission
My livin' style is crippin
Yeah, you know this how I get it
On the road to riches
Swervin' potholes and the prisons
The ones that did me wrong
Trust I never will forget it
You talkin' shit, you see me
Better keep that same energy
I'm sippin' Hennessy
A dead ****, what you finna be
Written by: Domonick Larelle Barbour
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