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Martyr

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Martyr was released on November 11, 2024 by Defiant By Nature as a part of the album I Need You To Hear Me...

Song Details

AlbumI Need You To Hear Me...

Release DateNovember 11, 2024

LabelDefiant By Nature

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM109

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Riley Corwin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Falak

Producer

Lyrics

Yeah

Yo, they said they want the old ROM

Back when I used to be like fucking lyrical and shit but

You know we gon tie it in with the new

Because we changed up a little bit so

Let's see where it gets us you feel me?

F3

Came in this bitch fully loaded

Don't need a bodyguard 'cause my boy tote it

AP fuck it coat it in the best water

Got to show 'em who the real Martyr

Old me woulda hate the way I started

New me love the shit I'm on now

Like you say you hate him better switch pronouns

You don't Jack shit

I'ma roll past it

If I say fuck it brotha's turn you into past tense

Lil bro really just my caddy

Get back for I click clack blast

Get a fit red, automatic

Cadence like a mix of the Cole and the Zilla

See the way I hold this style like a pillar

New found triller, no Bry Tiller

But I still go Rambo in this bitch type killer

If I want Amiri then it's thirty for the waist

Thirty two for the legs

Upgrade my shit

Get me thirty five for the waist got to fit my racks

I don't hear no complaints only people that I hear ain't behind my back

Homies at my side they gon jump like my tracks

Old heads fronting say I fucked their sound up

But I thought this game was to prove yourself

Show that you came from the ground up

Bitch I made myself

Course it's gonna be the only story that I tell

Came in this bitch fully loaded

Don't need a bodyguard 'cause my boy tote it

AP fuck it coat it in the best water

Got to show 'em who the real Martyr

Old me woulda hate the way I started

New me love the shit I'm on now

Like you say you hate him better switch pronouns

You don't Jack shit

I'ma roll past it

If I say fuck it brotha's turn you into past tense

Lil bro really just my caddy

Get back for I click clack blast

Get a fit red, automatic

Smoke in my damn face I don't see a damn thing

Every Different Face in my ear I don't hear a damn thing

Tryna drown out these pretenses

All false guesses

On the type of artist that I really am

I don't understand

How I came from the trailer park

Now I got my name in the speakers till like ten o'clock

It's a dream come true

All white dressed in the finest fashion while I'm eating fondue

Brotha never got to worry bout the rent

'Cause I got it when it's due

All my brothas love how I move

Any penny that I earn going to the ones who held me down

That's my number one concern

All my dogs got my back like where the Red Fern Grows

Whole damn fam held down by my ten toes

Oh my god we sinning again

Lack real feelings so I got to pretend

That I'm A-Okay any day that they say my motherfucking name

'Cause I really just want the fame

But I'm still going to clean up the game

Like a maid until I get paid

Then it's out with the innuendo

Let the indica hit the window

Then it's really bout time that we spark up, uh

Came in this bitch fully loaded

Don't need a bodyguard 'cause my boy tote it

AP fuck it coat it in the best water

Got to show 'em who the real Martyr

Old me woulda hate the way I started

New me love the shit I'm on now

Like you say you hate him better switch pronouns

You don't Jack shit

I'ma roll past it

If I say fuck it brotha's turn you into past tense

Lil bro really just my caddy

Get back for I click clack blast

Get a fit red, automatic

No ragrets like I'm Scotty P

My OG said that he got me

So I got him when I hit the industry

He just asked me who's my top three

Who's yo inspiration?

It goes PHY, ROM, PHYOROM

He gon wake those petty assholes snoring

Saying, now, now, now, now, now, now

Fuck these lil boys who don't know what I'm about

My name ring church bells in the South

I ain't sane got Bellsybabble in my mouth

Preacher I am sorry, don't trip if you see me on Maury

I just button mash on the stick no Atari

Told my mama I'ma get that Rari or the Vette by any means

They mix salt with my money like it's collard greens

They get mad when I call 'em out but it don't bother me

Like how can I make you look bad if you did it to yourself

Like bitch be for real, y'all about to blow my god damn seal

Let me take a breather

Y'all have got me red in the face like a heater

See the way I teeter, totter

That I'm on the edge and I should bother

But I want my neck wet like an otter

And I wanna pay for college for my future daughter

So they all barter

R-O-M proving that he smarter

And there's a lot of competition for anyone who claiming they a Martyr

In with the new, now out with the old like I'm setting back my age

Hate will never last as I'm flipping through this page

Hard back covers, never creasing with the points I've made, okay

So I'm shooting at the sky like I got it out to be demonic

Acting like I never care, never stopping

Pissing on the game from my coffin

Now I wonder why they all show hate

But they still blare my shit, isn't it ironic?

Written by: Riley Corwin

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