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GRAND CHERRY
821
Hip-Hop/Rap
GRAND CHERRY was released on April 5, 2024 by Jamla Records, under exclusive license to Roc Nation Records, LLC as a part of the album General Admission
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Release DateApril 5, 2024
LabelJamla Records, under exclusive license to Roc Nation Records, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reuben Vincent
Reuben Vincent
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reuben E Vincent
Reuben E Vincent
Songwriter
Michael Washington Jr
Michael Washington Jr
Songwriter
Aniko Thomas
Aniko Thomas
Songwriter
Kavin Smith
Kavin Smith
Songwriter
Daniel Nduwimana
Daniel Nduwimana
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MikeWavvs
MikeWavvs
Producer
Niko The Great
Niko The Great
Producer
Kookup
Kookup
Producer
Isaiah Hill
Isaiah Hill
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Jeson Huang
Jeson Huang
Mastering Engineer
Kavin Smith
Kavin Smith
Producer

Lyrics

Pray fore I sleep, sow what I reap
Rose from the Crete
I need all flowers fore I leave
I need protection, power and the peace
Don't be afraid, you created a G.O.D
My **** ain't know what I seen
**** ain't know what to think when they saw it was me
Hopping out the gray Jeep
Grand Cherry, it's sweet
The taste of revenge, the way we gon spin
No making amends
No pops at home still made me a man
Ain't how it start, it's bout how it ends
So where or whenever that day come
And they say I'm gone with the wind
Stand over me and kiss my cheek
Hug my friends, through the grave with grace hope the bonds don't bend
As I palm this erb
Roll my herb, and wash my sins
Swig of Tequila, and ounce of Gin
Treat it just like it was oxygen
How the fuck you gon breathe when you drowning inside my ****
You gon' sink or swim?
All of this pressure and pain trying to carry the weight
Brother told me just stay in the gym
Ain't no participation award for the way that we war
We came here to win
Learned in this game all skinfolk ain't Kinfolk
**** is crabs, they Kims, meaning they bitches
Word to my riches
I'm on a mission, won't stop till I'm finished
I don't like gossip, get off on my line about what **** doing
I'm minding my business
Shh, shut the fuck up when you get my ride, know you hearing my system
Hit the highway, I'm back in my city
And **** they hate, cause they can't get with me
I just called my brother up, and he like he ain't never met you ****
But you claiming like you know folk
Guess they say my name to feel special here
Live off passion, it's precious, get paid for passion, its priceless
No matter the cost we got it
And still would be having without it
You can't be afraid of the heights
If you want to see Heaven, You gotta be bout it
But first gotta walk thru hell
It's havoc but fuck it we mobbin
It's habit, pray fore I sleep, sow what I reap
Rose from the Crete
I need all flowers fore I leave
I need protection, power, and the peace
Don't be afraid, you created a G.O.D
My **** ain't know what I seen
**** ain't know what to think when they saw it was me
Hopping out the gray Jeep
Grand Cherry, it's sweet
The taste of revenge, the way we gon spin
No making amends
No pops at home still made me a man
Ain't how it start, it's bout how it ends
So, where or whenever that day come
And they say I'm gone with the wind
Stand over me and kiss my cheek
Hug my friends, until we meet again yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Until we meet again
Yeah yeah
Huh huh huh
Until we meet again
Yeah
Written by: Aniko Thomas, Daniel Nduwimana, Kavin Smith, Michael Washington Jr, Reuben E Vincent
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