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Supp3rtime
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Supp3rtime was released on July 4, 2024 by Massina Empire as a part of the album Supp3r: 1818 Edition
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Release DateJuly 4, 2024
LabelMassina Empire
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thugga Massina
Thugga Massina
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Sampson
Trey Sampson
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm the most macho **** out here
I thought you **** knew
I'm the most thuggish **** out here
I have no motherfucking fear
I have no fear, I have only ambition and I want mine
And I will do anything to protect and feed my family
Everybody to the kitchen
Do this shit once a year, it's a tradition
You should've listened
I told you 'bout that hustler's intuition
I done spoke this shit into fruition
Now I
Look into the mirror and I
See the realest **** alive
At least that's what the streets say
At least that's what these freaks say
Look into the mirror and I
See the illest **** alive
At least that's what thе fans say
At least that's what these bands say
Suppеr Tre
It's Thugga Massina ****, who the fuck are they?
Them trash ass ****
I left my Virgil 4s, did them wack cats fill 'em?
The signs point to Nos, I'm The Last Airbender
A trap pillar, you know my name is synonymous
They oughta make me a monument
Running shit when it comes to trapping and rapping
Got these lanes locked up like Megan Thee Stallion
Rock a heavy medallion, and break bread with Italians
Same path as Ray Allen
They know that I'm gon' sell tix from the sonics
Bitches love me, I put butterflies and dick in their stomachs
Plus they know that I'ma get to some money
Take a trip out the country, you know I'm purchasing
She fuck me good, she ain't never gotta work again
**** I ain't worried 'bout my past surfacing
Still in the trenches like I shoplift at Burlington's
4 billion men but I
Look into the mirror and I
See the realest **** alive
At least that's what the streets say
At least that's what these freaks say
Look into the mirror and I
See the illest **** alive
At least that's what the fans say
At least that's what these bands say
I'm sorry for the blood spilling
And my advice for the kitchen at Terre Haute prison
Drug dealin'
I'm healing, and all these buildings trying to ignore
It's some cocaine cowboys knocking on the door
Hope you Indians ain't trying to go to war
We the offspring of Michael & Shakur
Bunch of Blankets with small Pacs
Oh y'all shocked? Just a metaphor but take y'all shots
Chief Brody flow, I make jaws drop
Rappers ain't my ops, they delirious
Krusty Burgers' ain't my speed
I can't take beef from a clown serious
Got **** walking around furious
Yeah they see red, pardon 'em like Moses
They want smoke, get fibrosis diagnoses
I double dare 'em, red flags under their noses
Word to Marsha Ambrosius, I swear my flow a tree
From the roots to the bark of DMX, sorry for the leaves
Supper 3
Written by: Trey Sampson
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