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Locked In
Hip-Hop/Rap
Locked In was released on January 5, 2024 by Monee Gang as a part of the album Forever Ain't Enough
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Release DateJanuary 5, 2024
LabelMonee Gang
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teemonee
Teemonee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tameek D'pri Williams
Tameek D'pri Williams
Songwriter
Mosiah Ahouansou
Mosiah Ahouansou
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
I was just on the phone with the homie too
Said they gon' pull up, he had to take care of something
Yeah
Uh
The young homies out here drillin', smokin' on they opps
Thin line between who do the shootin' and who call the shots
Time is money, sweat and tears
Ox blood inside the watch
Hella game, I'm posted tryna sell
Is you gon' cop or not?
Couple homies locked in, tryna chop a rock
Couple homies locked in, tryna pop the lock
I'm poppin' up, poppin' stuff, you see I pop a lot
Forget just gettin' out the hood, I'm tryna buy the block
Middle of the jungle for the penthouse, think it's time to swap
Sliding in sedans, a hundred bands, and I'ma drop the top
Trajectory been up and up, and it won't ever stop
Focused, moving units, business booming since I opened shop
Middle of the jungle for the penthouse, think it's time to swap
Sliding in sedans, a hundred bands, and I'ma drop the top
Trajectory been up and up, and it won't ever stop
Focused, moving units, business booming since I
The young homies out here drillin', smokin' on they opps
Thin line between who do the shootin' and who call the shots
Time is money, sweat and tears
Ox blood inside the watch
Hella game, I'm posted tryna sell
Is you gon' cop or not?
The young homies out here drillin', smokin' on they opps
Thin line between who do the shootin' and who call the shots
Time is money, sweat and tears
Ox blood inside the watch
Hella game, I'm posted tryna sell
Is you gon' cop or not?
It's adding up and evident, most don't want it bad enough
I be out the house, in the night and she done had enough
This is for them days I tried to get it, but ain't have enough
Nowadays I pull up with the bag, can't fill it fast enough
I can't relax, no looking back, I just passed them up
I don't treat my women like my cars, I can't gas them up
Stacking in the winter, broke by summer, you ain't stack enough
Trippin', I ain't talkin' bout vacations
Time to pack it up
The young homies out here drillin', smokin' on they ops
The young homies out here drillin', smokin' on they ops
Written by: Mosiah Ahouansou, Tameek D'pri Williams
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