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BackDoor
16
Hip-Hop/Rap
BackDoor was released on February 9, 2024 by BGM Records as a part of the album BackDoor - Single
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Release DateFebruary 9, 2024
LabelBGM Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM188

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Terrell Cain
Christopher Terrell Cain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ajondatrack225
Ajondatrack225
Engineer

Lyrics

Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhhh ohhhhh yea.
Mama say baby keep Your head on.
Pour all my feelings & my pain in a styrofoam.
I pick up when they call but when I call I get the dial tone.
Was on my dick hitting licks had to do that shit alone.
Been through a lot of shit one thing about pain that shit gone make you strong.
Real shit.
Ain't cut the grass or lock the back door that's how you get killed quick.
It be the ones you went on drills with to get your head split.
Late night thinking about them times we took risk.
Forever clutching on my stick.
Talk to bro I'm like how you wanna do it.
Out the window no fuck that hop out let's do it to em.
They think they got it mapped out they don't know I'm to influenced.
Tell them baby's bring that pap out try to spin where you goin.
I been in my own lane ain't trynna switch.
Forever stand on all ten from the streets to the pin.
Cant lack & let em do me in hit my knees & I repent.
Cause the life I live of sin hope the lord could forgive knowing ima send again.
In the field sending the blitz & I ain't talking nfl.
I'm from a place where your own bro ah kill you for that bag his self.
Make the wrong move end up dead or doing life in a cell.
I just wanna win I been crossed so many times by family & friends.
A real bg what I bang till the end speak on bgm watch how quick you get slid.
Repeated line.
Mama say baby keep Your head on Pour all my feelings & my pain in a styrofoam.
I pick up when they call but when I call I get the dial tone.
Was on my dick hitting licks had to do that shit alone.
Been through a lot of shit one thing about pain that shit gone make you strong.
Feel like I let my family down I was the sickest with that ball but up in a class clown.
I'm very smart but couldn't focus influenced by the ones around.
Having long talks with pops he tells me do better & cut my circle small.
Now days this shit get slimy you gone eat or you gone starve.
Keep a pole on my mission call me a shooting star.
Had to throw away my feelings they would rather see you in your heart.
I won't fold I stay consistent stand on business like a boss.
Never complaint about a L **** I just take my loss.
Wanna see my siblings set 4L I'll pay whatever fuck the cost.
And baby I don't kiss & tell but tell your friends what I'm about.
But she knows what time it is when we get back to the house.
Written by: Christopher Terrell Cain
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