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Blind Spot
204
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blind Spot was released on July 26, 2024 by 3200 Ent/Real Money Counters/Money Is Not Everything Entertainment as a part of the album The Great Divide
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Release DateJuly 26, 2024
Label3200 Ent/Real Money Counters/Money Is Not Everything Entertainment
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tevin Smith
Tevin Smith
Songwriter
Michael Smith Jr.
Michael Smith Jr.
Songwriter

Lyrics

Come on, alright, huh
(SLAJIDI, turn me up)
I don't got no mind no more, I done lost my shit
You see a **** with my watch, he cut off my wrist
I got a shirt with a collar, this my office drip
I had to get out here and see, nobody taught me this
I'm no one who buy this bag, nobody bought me this
I done ran out of dime, I'm finna call the fifth
I need a couple hoes around, I'm finna call the
Fifth I need all this shit
What the fuck is 10,000? I count real money
You would have got it if you asked. Why you steal from me?
I hear everything you saying. I just give
I don't give a fuck about your hair and nails. I got real money
Anything you supposed to have is going to come to you
She gon' be with me, she won't come to you
You ain't really my type of ****, I can't fuck with you
Your bitch on my phone mad that she stuck with you
All I'm seeing is a bag, I got tunnel vision
Upped the Drakey out my pants, now I'm running with it
I play the game, I know exactly what comes with it
I'm out the way, just handling business that was unfinished
I'm playing with some big dawg like a Kane Corsa
Upped the FN and hit him in his main torso
I'm the first to do it, new chain came for a tone
Kinda glad I made it, I was raised in a poor home
I'm talkin' shit in different ways, I got four flows
We done bought they whole inventory, bitch, the store closed
Chase him down in the front door, this bitch a magnum
Presidential Rollie, white gold, it's not platinum
Room full of bad bitches like a pageant
I'm out the way just doin' shit you couldn't imagine
I knew what I was about to do, you sick of havin'
Come on, she like, bae, you one of them, these **** cappin'
Come on, I know how we bout to come home, I'm gettin' practice
Come on, they never think that I'm a car, I'm gettin' traction
Ain't no way to light on me, these **** ass don't Huh
I don't lay my plug front when y'all cash out Huh
I'm done tellin' y'all I'm broke, I got a bag now Huh
They told me I was too humble, I show my ass now
Seven hundred horses strong, watch me stamp out
Hm, bitch caught me broke once, I broke the bag out
Hm, I'm tryna save my lil' brother, he a crash out
Don't lose your life tryna fight, then whip the mag out
Okay, he had his pistol tucked, but **** mine's not
He ain't even see it comin', hit the blind spot
Mini micro with a drum on it, this a nine chop
What up with the bag, you gon' end up in a pi
Written by: Michael Smith Jr., Tevin Smith
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