album cover
Self
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Self was released on April 19, 2024 by ABK ENT as a part of the album Red Snow
album cover
Release DateApril 19, 2024
LabelABK ENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashawn Christopher Goins
Rashawn Christopher Goins
Songwriter

Lyrics

Bloody, bloody, bloody
bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Ayy, ha, ayy
Its 350 a four, and a quarter a bowl
Got my young **** up in the trap, pullin capers
I'm smoking on dope, this shit burn my throat
I can't past this bro, you would thought id laced ya
I dropped out of college, couldn't figure my major
Plus, that shit wasn't making no paper
We was toting the chops and the Glocks with the lasers
We sliding with clips, that'll fuck up your taper
It's murder for hire, and I'll pay for the help
If it's my favorite opp, then I'll get him myself
**** play crazy till they get the belt
Shooting at me is like shooting yourself
Masked like Michael
**** got to die for all of that pain that I felt
No competition, competing with self
No competition, competing with self
My bro dont take drugs, but can't get an appeal
Put the O on my back like I'm Damien Lil
I don't trip about shit, I just crack me a seal
If I catch me an opp, then we hop on his heels
Too deep in the streets, I ain't signing no deal
I'm a chef in the kitchen, Ill make me a mill
I run up and take it, I don't know how to steal
These **** just shooting, they don't know how to kill
Tried to skate from the Jakes, and I fucked up the wheel
I'm totin that fire, no, this not a drill
We creep from the back, meet the back of the steel
Get to beatin yo ass, like you locked in with Phil
Hit the back of your trap, heard you up a few mil
You flexed on the gram, so you know what it is
My shorty set it up, straight from the jump
She front like she wont, but we know that she will
Its 350 a four, and a quarter a bowl
Got my young **** up in the trap, pullin capers
I was smoking on dope, this shit burn my throat
I can't pass this, bro, you'll thought I'd laced ya
I dropped out of college, couldn't figure my major
Plus, that shit wasn't making no paper
We was totin them chops and the Glocks with the lasers
We slidin' with clips that'll fuck up your taper
It's murder for hire, and I'll pay for the help
If it's my favorite opp, then I'll get him myself
**** play crazy till they get the belt
Shooting at me is like shooting yourself
Masked like Michael, **** gotta die
for all of that pain that I felt
No competition, I'm competing with self
No competition, I'm competing with self
No heavy metal, they know how we rockin'
When I leave Houston, I stay with a rocket
I'm uppin this bitch if this get out of pocket
When I get to blickin, hell naw I can't stop it
I won't trip bout a bitch, baby girl, I got options
She blowin my phone, Ibaka, Block it
Any show that you book me, you know I'ma rock it
Don't care about no rumors, just glad I'm a topic
Ha
Ha
Ha
Written by: Rashawn Christopher Goins
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...