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Muscle
Hip-Hop/Rap
Muscle was released on January 1, 2017 by Soul Water Records/Vydia as a part of the album PHIL GOOD MUSIC (Reloaded)
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2017
LabelSoul Water Records/Vydia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Philip Israel
Philip Israel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip Israel Watkins
Philip Israel Watkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Philip Israel
Philip Israel
Producer

Lyrics

I’m living with no regrets, They got to show respect, Told them the prophecy and then I showed them next, You probably shouldn’t hold your breath, You hoping for me to fall, Waiting on me to call, Should’ve been with now you stalking on snapchat trying to see it all, I’m Heaven sent all original, Yeah you could say I changed, Got a little bit smarter, Recognized you a lame, Just soaked up the game, Had to reflect on the pain, Now I’m sh**ting on my enemies, F**k up the peace for a change, See how far that I done came, Had to switch my lane do my own thing, We are not the same, I’m Mike Jack you ain’t Tito n**ga you Jermaine, Nanna told me y’all be hating but I ain’t tripping I expected it, P.S.A. for you lames everybody ain’t built for this,
Muscle, Muscle, All that pressure built muscle, All pain built muscle, Wasn’t easy had to struggle, Everyday I had to hustle, Fought my way out of trouble, What don’t kill you make you stronger, So let them all see your muscle,
Muscle, Muscle, All that pressure built muscle, All pain built muscle, Wasn’t easy had to struggle, Everyday I had to hustle, Fought my way out of trouble, What don’t kill you make you stronger, So let them all see your muscle,
Pride wouldn’t let me look back, Instinct told me to attack, I created opportunities I ain’t beg for it I took that, Cooking up like good crack, Now I got a couple music fiends, Bet I got a couple enemies but that ain’t nothing new they always envied me, You played out like an MP3, Been shooting like Twenty-three, For the stars, Came out the womb a star, Just took the right time to see, Honestly ain’t got time to speak, I’m lying I ain’t trying to speak, Remember you ain’t vibe with me, Act cool when I’m winning but I know you n**gas wouldn’t die with me, Keep family and God with me, Been thinking about a gun license I might have to keep fire on me, Please spare the apologizes that’s great for you I don’t need amends, If it ain’t legit I don’t need a friend, All that faking sh*t It should be a sin, I recommend you get your own cause ain’t nothing to lend, Won’t break down or back bend for nobody, Didn’t help me when I was a nobody, Them same thots that flexed up, Guaranteed they know about me, I’m winning
Muscle, Muscle, All that pressure built muscle, All pain built muscle, Wasn’t easy had to struggle, Everyday I had to hustle, Fought my way out of trouble, What don’t kill you make you stronger, So let them all see your muscle,
Muscle, Muscle, All that pressure built muscle, All pain built muscle, Wasn’t easy had to struggle, Everyday I had to hustle, Fought my way out of trouble, What don’t kill you make you stronger, So let them all see your muscle,
Written by: Philip Israel Watkins
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