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B.O.T.G.
Hip-Hop/Rap
B.O.T.G. was released on September 13, 2024 by Radiant as a part of the album Shit Change up in Time (Cassette No.1)
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Release DateSeptember 13, 2024
LabelRadiant
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Radiant
Radiant
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Michel Gómez Jaime
Ian Michel Gómez Jaime
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrés Arturo Solorio
Andrés Arturo Solorio
Producer

Lyrics

Ye ye ye
Some old shit
Wrote it when I was seventeen
Lemme hit you wit it
[Verse 1]
Bear witness to the greatest who never made it
Still looking for redemption, know I've been frustrated
Tryna find repentance the universe delayed it
It tryna give me a lesson, it was complicated
But it was calculated, I was consummated
Was inundated to strays invading my domain
Tryna restrain me, don't care 'bout where my brain be
It detonated the fire hurricane fueled by propane
Good luck tryna refrain, see I've dealt with this daily
Hearing y'all screech, just demoters with prestige
Promoters never reach, my roots were impeached
I feel besieged, I'm stalling, still plotting, never fall in
Dead or in prison yeah they thought we'd be another victim
Without a pot to piss in, yet we powerful beyond means
I'm built for this I feel the blood flowing through every vein
I form my fist, persist and resist all the pain don't let it be in vain
Need a swift shift, not to drift thru the mist ignite the flame
Of frame I consist, proclaim everything and reclaim what I missed
[Hook]
Wished for a different shade
Looking through canals and alleyways
Almost delayed on that crusade
The consequence display, they ricochet
Strayed, but stayed and never corrade
Just to say
Mislaid in midst our palisade, had to barricade
I'm back on the game
[Verse 2]
The phones are ringing
The floor is brimming
Everybody sitting with a caller
Just giving service to the customer
You can hear the clicking, we may need some drinking
I may be sinning, young hustlers just a baby brawler
Toddlers getting slaughtered, tryna use u as cannon fodder
Rummaging thru leftovers for a last cent but can't quite grasp it
Shit I just forgot what I was typing, what's happening to ur screen?
And that's happened since? Right, right last time u saw MSNBC
I gotta check my AHT don't need no CST to CB, cut the scene
Still can't sleep, always hitting the green, survivors guilt
Tryna get a dollar outta this, but white collars outta reach
It's unfulfilling cause our upbringing wasn't fitting
For a beginning, everybody sinking, so he gon' die trying
Need to be calmer, color it over, my dreams need a new limning
Momma crying, the tide is rising, as the vivid grass I'm springing
[Hook]
Had to put it out the way
Looking through canals and alleyways
For long it weighed, I swayed
The consequence display, they ricochet
Tried to escape but still the bullets came
Just to say
Mislaid in midst our palisade, had to barricade
I'm back on the game
[Verse 3]
While dreams are crumbling down
I'll keep fighting my way out
Remind times we was stumbling on the ground, full of doubt
Need to drown the sound, but was in the middle of the drought
Unwind and rewind, dropped behind wasn't the right time
If u ask was a blind find my unconscious mind needed me alive
Roll the windows cause outside is too cold
Let the breeze get inside of his home
U can feel the chill in his bones
Every time the wind blows, bullet holes
Guess I was too tired of being a sloth needed to Ante up
Hold up, don't need no backup, just a checkup, place my own
Phase my zone, couldn't let it go on for too long
Forgot about the sun while I stood beneath the rain drops
I used to think, the sky seemed hard to reach
Lost, I was gone, she gave me the dial tone
It seemed life wanted some time, still high with no sleep
Still hearing those rings, the engineer will be there next week prosperity is bleak
The opposition is weak, hope I needed to seek
[Hook]
Wished for a different stage
For this moment I awaited
Instead I got what was neglected
Never expected to be the same
The only constant is change
I only needed to flip the page
Hand me a pen, I'm back at it again
I said
I'm back on the game
[Outro]
Thanks for calling [gibberish] and have a nice day
Without a response he hangs up that's the last one moon shines outside its already night
Last shot, me taking my headphones off
Backpack on, walking alone, headed home
Know my direction and aspirations on me
Got inspiration, no stagnation, the rest is on me
To be continued fade to black slowly
Written by: Ian Michel Gómez Jaime
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