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Either Way (feat. Ray Vicks)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Either Way (feat. Ray Vicks) was released on March 7, 2024 by Don't Fold Entertainment as a part of the album Bottom Life God, Vol. 1 - EP
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Release DateMarch 7, 2024
LabelDon't Fold Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunna World Hoot
Stunna World Hoot
Performer
Ray Vicks
Ray Vicks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Dortch
Richard Dortch
Composer
Ray Vicks
Ray Vicks
Composer
Clef majoz
Clef majoz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clef Major
Clef Major
Producer

Lyrics

I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
If it ain’t rapping
We wrapping them in the floor ****
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
If it ain’t rapping
We wrapping them in the floor ****
Still preaching to the streets
They seeking my knowledge
Bad boy rocking diamonds
Like Christopher Wallace
Still stepping on my haters
I kill them with kindness
50 thousand on a watch
We really be shining
Really pull a quarter ticket
Off the bowl ****
You wanna quarter or a ticket
What’s your goal ****
He turned a quarter to a chicken
At the stove ****
Dirty money in my safe I got souls in it
I still
Bitch I still trap or die
Fuck that sack up like 05
Trapping doing numbers still jumping like 09
Trap doing numbers that bitch jump like it’s 09
 
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
If it ain’t rapping
We wrapping them in the floor ****
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
If it ain’t rapping
We wrapping them in the floor ****
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow
I just sat back a lil minute
Til I knew it was a go
**** capping in they rapping
They ain’t never sold no dope
So all I got do
Is tell my life story and what I know
Like I got a jail phone for my ****
That’s up the road
And when they send them plays home
I just break them off with bows
 
Matter fact get your camera
And them let it roll
Every day my life a movie
We trapping and toting poles
So we really live the shit
That we putting up in our songs
Matter fact cut the beat
Somebody pass me my phone
That’s a 434 number
Lil buddy he want a zone
Tell him meet me by the Hampton
And park by the double poles
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
If it ain’t rapping
We wrapping them in the floor ****
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
I was made to take this shit
And go and blow with it
If it ain’t rapping
We wrapping them in the floor ****
Written by: Ray Vicks, Richard Dortch
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