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Sydgod
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Sydgod was released on May 3, 2024 by Amorrt as a part of the album Sydgod - Single
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Release DateMay 3, 2024
LabelAmorrt
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM138

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Hennessey
Marcus Hennessey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ProducerX
ProducerX
Producer
Watto
Watto
Engineer

Lyrics

I put my soul on the line
Since birth I buckled tight
Maybe I wouldn't be here if I didn't see death 'for my eyes
Chto yest', to yest'
I don't spill blood when I wear all white
My timing precise
If you ain't gon' stand on the shit that you love
Alhamdulillah, go talk to the knife
Aye
Say fuck it let's move
Me and Colgan already got kicked out of the party
Before I got into my groove
Breezy and I just flipped twenty to fifty
And cleared out the mo'fucking room
We took the west to the city, put west into Sydney
And pussies still don't believe that I'm the truth
I'm Mr right hand
I'm Mr nightmare
I'm Mr yeah I took her on a flight there
I'm Mr youngin'
I'm Mr stunning
I'm Mr I got a gang and sorry they don't fight fair
I'm Mr I get a call and I'm hitting decline
Coz it's probably a whore that got me on her mind
(What? Shorty get me off your mind)
I got her xans, but she wanted goey
She wanted sex, I wanted a blowie
I just pull up to the stu if I wanna make money
I run out the club coz she begging, she homeless
I'm a hometown hero
I'm the closest thing that they gon' get to Robert De Niro
I'm counting up hundreds and zeroes
I only fucked to boost up my ego
If he want attention
We put him on channel seven
Coz my brother hop out the window
With like ten Mac elevens
And my crew hungry like they've never ate
I didn't want one but look, now I got ink on my veins
I call your bitch up, I don't masterbate
I break her heart and she question if she's really straight
Told you I'm winning the race (The race)
Told you I'm winning the race, I'm Bolt
I ride in sport mode
Tell Mumma I'm thankful for all her blessings
I hope it's love I show
I'm not impractical, I'm petty a little
I stay in the car, can't get rain on my coat
I made a song for when it getting cold
They praising my name, amen
I'm their God
Yeah
Spent forty on a tint, made it back though
Spent forty on a ring for a petty hoe
Stay down on the sidewalks (Shhh)
I can't let 'em see me break in, we running through the back door
Nights cold, they just called five-o
I done blew up so fast, let me take it back in slo-mo
Ass so fat, lights, camera, let the tape roll
Bitch I'm in demand, that's why you hear me on your radio
Drunk kid, stunting on these bitches (These bitches)
My shit, it be turning up your bitches (What? What!)
I got women I ain't conversate with in three years
Tryna get their nose all up in my business
My pockets they go like six foot deep
Like I'm six foot deep in your Mrs
By the time my whip reach top speed
Your man already finished
All the stories in my town
They ain't 'bout me, your talk's cheap
Get your broke ass a living
Written by: Marcus Hennessey
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