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Dead Byrds
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dead Byrds was released on October 19, 2024 by Godish Enterprises. as a part of the album Dead Byrds - Single
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Release DateOctober 19, 2024
LabelGodish Enterprises.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marlon Monroe
Marlon Monroe
Songwriter

Lyrics

Polo down my fit you could smell the piff all in my
Wardrobe, I ain't taking no pics, dating no bitch, doing no a
Ward shows, clicked up and they still losing and it will bruise em when the
4 spit how ya 1 click turn to 4 clicks
Made em bow out made em
Forfeit
Made a pact I was in love with the rap game I di
Vorced it, came here for the big bags, for the bad bitches and the
Porsches, who to blame it's the forefathers oh that's your father you an
Orphan, I'ma spill blood and that's real rap, saw corruption, they en
Dorsed it, scoped out for the past 10 and what I seen not a
Nice sight, these **** dumb rap down, sell they whole soul for the
Right price, dark souls tryna downplay lyricism, something that I
Seen coming, but my pen never run dry so in hindsight it dont
Mean nothing to the Nova, if the beef coming then the heat bussing I'ma
Soulja, make ya life scary **** we clutching til it's over
Gotta shock y'all from a slumber, how it gets this bad **** wonder, I let a
5th blast, Nova I'm telling em this passion and hunger ****
Calliope til I pass out, Free Joe til they send the
Goon home, you a bird then you gotta die I'ma throw Cs on the
Tombstone, **** catalog trash whole squad lame the fuck is the
Hype bout, ever since Baby Ghost died man the other side got
Wiped out
Ion want much outta life, steady cash and the
Best weed, vacays with a bad bitch from the airplane to the
Jet skis
20 years and I'm still sharp, bars heavy and I'm
Still cold, kickin this shit for the 3, I ain't talking bout a
Field goal, free Jay til Jay touch, all action ion say much
See fear these **** eyes they would rather die for they
Face us, won't bend and won't break us, everyday I
Wake up, I look down at the bottom like why these **** tryna chase us?
Hoes peep from the 6th Ward to the Eastside, even
St. Charles, put in work, started elevating I got this high now I
Can't fall, I been waiting for the real shots, these **** sending
Paintballs, rap good get paid great it aint no problem that I
Can't solve
Seen rappers hit the top then they fall off so fucc it I'm
Locked in, my style more like a top 5, top 2 not a
Top 10, it wont even take that long I get in the game and I
Past yall, cops can't stop nothing even if kill a **** with the
Mask off, really I be in the cut, getting to the bread trying not to
Kill folks
Best out with this rap shit I made it yet but I'm
Real close
Applying pressure and I'm dying never I supply **** with a
Theme song, took a break but break done better tell **** that the
King home
Written by: Marlon Monroe
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