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Iron Leash
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Iron Leash was released on October 4, 2024 by VinDig as a part of the album Hare Brained Schemes
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Release DateOctober 4, 2024
LabelVinDig
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daniel Son
Daniel Son
Performer
Family Gang Black
Family Gang Black
Performer
Jermaine Finn
Jermaine Finn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Family Gang Black
Family Gang Black
Songwriter
Daniel Borley
Daniel Borley
Songwriter
Jermaine Finn
Jermaine Finn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Finn
Jermaine Finn
Producer

Lyrics

Oh listen, just one more thing, uhm
The black tar look like blackberry cider
I smoke the ores from the hashish fibers
You still tryna hit me up for last week's fire (You still tryin')
I've been around the corner for you back-seat drivers (Young Memphis)
Sittin' on the stoop of the bush mansion
On the phone with accountants that keep the books tampered (How much?)
Tryna calculate the numbers for the crook's ransom
They played the Spanish guitar, I had to cook dancin'
Catch a snapper out the down reef
I'm where the hyenas feast, not the iron leash (Hoo)
Sayin' chemistry's weak, let the science speak
I caught shorty in the Jeep with reclinin' seats (Shorty)
Hoppin' out the whip, let the Lex' run
Soon as the blood's finished, that's when the stress done (Sooner)
Thinkin' how a million-dollar move could be my next one (I need that)
Uh-huh, that Brown Bag Money
I got a sight that I never lost (I got a sight)
Fuck the price, never checked the cost (Fuck the price)
Courtside where we cheffin' with the extra sauce (Courtside)
North side where we cheffin' with the extra sauce (North side)
Oh Lord, I got a sight that I never lost (I got a sight)
Fuck the price, never checked the cost (Fuck the price)
Courtside where we cheffin' with the extra sauce (Courtside)
North side where we cheffin' with the extra sauce (North side)
Oh Lord
Ayo, a soldier in my veins, it molded from the pain
I came up in the dirt but couldn't grow it out the rain
My shoulders felt the strain, I'm polar from the pain
Not control over my rage, that's why I'm steady blowin' strains
I'm damaged from the dark from all exposin' from the madness
But the damage in my heart, I compose it into passion
Came from the bottom where we always overseeing
Now my music rockin' on they ear overseas
I remember starvin', stomach growlin', hungry belly
Now it's me and Sonzarelli, live from the underbelly
Now we aimin' for the millions, property with mansions
Pourin' champagne, spillin', droppin' out the glasses
Yeah, the road was rough, but I always kept my traction
Now I'm cruisin' in my own lane, passin' all the traffic
A hundred miles and runnin', but my drive mad comfy
Hundreds in the bundles, that's the brown-bag money
I got a sight that I never lost (I got a sight)
Fuck the price, never checked the cost (Fuck the price)
Courtside where we cheffin' with the extra sauce (Courtside)
North side where we cheffin' with the extra sauce (North side)
Oh Lord, I got a sight that I never lost (I got a sight)
Fuck the price, never checked the cost (Fuck the price)
Courtside where we cheffin' with the extra sauce (Courtside)
North side where we cheffin' with the extra sauce (North side)
Oh Lord
Written by: Daniel Borley, Family Gang Black, Jermaine Finn
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