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Buzzin
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Buzzin was released on September 27, 2024 by indie tribe. as a part of the album the people we became (reimagined)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Alexander Phillips
Dylan Alexander Phillips
Songwriter
Michael "350" Torres
Michael "350" Torres
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blaine Taylor
Blaine Taylor
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I can take in three, three-fifty a week
Okay, okay
Yeah, look, ayy
Really anti-social wit' it
They want the beef, but I been really movin' kosher wit' it
So prolific, really, I ain't tryna boast
Y'all like tie the boats in New York or L.A., man y'all been coastin' wit' it (Y'all been coastin')
I hear y'all singin', but really y'all ain't writin', kid
Lucky this an era you can get by on the likes and pics
My style timeless, I could make it back in '96
Have 'Pac and Biggie in the city, listenin' to stix
Probably squash the East and West Coast beef
Simply 'cause they know I'm from the South, and our talent could take on anyone
Dyllie, bruh, off the Holy Ruach, God get really buzzed
Stream to infinity and be on like I'm rеally Buzz (I really was)
Pride is my Achilles 'causе they feel me, cous'
Slidin' stripper poles down to Hell, that lookin' really sus
Silly stuff, YouTube rappers never rode a city bus
Killin' us, Billboard off an independent album, that's ridiculous
Man's feelin' tame, couldn't be the same thing, uh
That make things wing, gotta keep the brain sane, uh
Eatin' Habichuelas, had to hit the plantains, uh
Push, see the oars, know we movin' plain Jane, uh
Yeah, really anti-social wit' it
Been wit' the tribe, and we rowdy, you hear the horses Listen
I'm on a roll in the summer, we on the road
From the valley to the stages with grace, you could see the folks again
Finna change, and I promise it'll be strange
Can't complain, it's a process to bring pain
Yeah, and I couldn't do this on my own
When they pushed me from my home my baby picked me from the pavements
I need payments, bump bein' famous
Book a damn plane, middle class, he been shameless
Dudes couldn't get us spittin' truth so they hatin' us
Who said we knew what we were doin'? We just fake this
Never been about the progress, but you see the fruits
Tried to clean my pockets, long as we don't deal wit' coupes
Couldn't keep the common knowledge, so you hear the truth
Play this song and whip it, see the people nod their heads loose
Written by: Dylan Alexander Phillips, Michael "350" Torres, Zane Clark Cronje
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