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Right Now
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R&B/Soul
Right Now was released on May 24, 2024 by Frontrunnaz Entertainment as a part of the album Right Now - Single
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Release DateMay 24, 2024
LabelFrontrunnaz Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoursTrulyRF
YoursTrulyRF
Performer
Ben Lethal
Ben Lethal
Performer
REGINALD BERNARD ISREAL JR
REGINALD BERNARD ISREAL JR
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
REGINALD BERNARD ISREAL JR
REGINALD BERNARD ISREAL JR
Songwriter
Christopher Thornton
Christopher Thornton
Composer
Marjae Durmond White
Marjae Durmond White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher Thornton
Christopher Thornton
Producer
James Hoover
James Hoover
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

All I want is my funds right now
I ain't got time for fun right now
I'm only thinkin' of the come up right now
Hustlin' 'til I come up somehow
I'm only seeing dollar signs right now
Honestly, ain't got the time right now
Feeling like my time is running out
With all these young killers running wild
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh, you know we bang with the establishment
And so they banished us, off the rip
Labeled savages, we African
Thinking 'bout that pen and how they pack 'em in
While coolin' with a baddie and she pack the pen
She love that wax, I prefer the kush smoke, though
When I get high, glass of orange juice to clear my throat
And ease my mind, forever wartime
'Cause just outside, **** is dyin'
You know that's hard times
Wherever there's poverty you gon' find crime
That's off the rip, keep it 100, yeah, we shoot from the hip
The law seem to hate when we ball, forever bound to trip
My young boy going through withdrawals, so he bound to sip
My favorite said the purse come first, damn, one time for Pimp
How could you leave the block when that's all you know?
Vivid dreams of chandeliers as we sleep on the floor
How could I not keep it real inside my writing
When there's young **** dead in the
Street and they look just like me?
Pray for 'em
All I want is my funds right now
I ain't got time for fun right now
I'm only thinkin' of the come up right now
Hustlin' 'til I come up somehow
I'm only seeing dollar signs right now
Honestly, ain't got the time right now
Feeling like my time is running out
With all these young killers running wild
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All I been thinkin' 'bout is paper lately
But too invested, no longer stressin'
And honestly, I could care less 'bout shawty I'm texting
Too busy tryna perfect it
Sit down with the family 'bout how we gon' make us a million
Dinners plenty, marble floors, nothing but high ceilings
Front yard full of foreigns, trip to Disney for the children
Grinding for a purpose, so miss me with that chill shit
I just pray one of these **** don't come and kill me
And leave me on the curb, or better yet, a t-shirt
So until I'm in that hearse, I'ma give 'em whatever I'm worth
And I know they wanna see me fall
That's why a young **** determined to ball
We came from nothin', never thought we would make it this far
Still shootin' for the stars, can't let 'em steer me off
Always knew I was destined for greatness
But let 'em tell it, I won't make it
All I want is my funds right now
I ain't got time for fun right now
I'm only thinkin' of the come up right now
Hustlin' 'til I come up somehow
I'm only seeing dollar signs right now
Honestly, ain't got the time right now
Feeling like my time is running out
With all these young killers running wild
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Written by: Christopher Thornton, Marjae Durmond White, Reginald Isreal Jr
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