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All Terrain
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Hip-Hop/Rap
All Terrain was released on November 19, 2024 by JEVIPESCI PRODUCTIONS as a part of the album J.E.V.I 4
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Release DateNovember 19, 2024
LabelJEVIPESCI PRODUCTIONS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Andrew Roberts
Kenneth Andrew Roberts
Songwriter
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter

Lyrics

The fame and the clout
I never cared about
I did two shows for a hundred, that's a fair amount
Maybach from Jenny to Walter You know my whereabouts
The ones responsible for all those
bodies y'all been hearing bout **** had the side trap and the heroin house
And made more weekly than a Doctor make yearly out his salary
I'm rocking Amiri out the factory Might personally send them packs to me
Yeah, these **** still copying waves
Stealing my drip
But them ****
Never rock it the same
Boy thought he was gangster
Until he got shot in his braids
You know he crashing out
If ever you hop out of your lane
Pulled up the indictment
To see poppy and
Cop me some haze
**** lost half his leg
When he was shot with a gauge
Rock a lot of chains in Atlanta
I stopped at the flame
Conway, y'all know the name, Pussy
Y'all know the name,
Kamikaze, we bodying thangs
The Conway, not Kanye,
Stay lockedin chains
Was on the block for days,
All-terrain clockin' plays
Doin' numbers like the stock exchange, profit gains
Oxy 80s for the 80
Wasn't selling fair
Glock 380 in Mercedes
To be self-aware
They copping 80
Opps can't play me
I'm too debonair
But cops is waiting
Blocks is crazy out in Delaware
Go ahead and spare me
The sentimental sob stories
Been in them trenches
With the elements like rock Quarries
Got off the bench to hit them sevens like I'm Rob Orrey
Pop a 40, pour a portion
For those lost before me
I'm not Tory but with the pen, Stayed in my lanes
It's not how you move or lose but How you play the game
Razor blade to your face,
That's a buck fifty
Safe to say it to your face like Rum Nitty
Made some plays and mistakes, They stuck with me
Face the pain every day in this Corrupt city
They love pity so they
Let the kids suffer
A bit tougher when ribs touching From this hunger
Was sick of struggling but
Been accustomed to
Living rougher
The misjudgment and
Giving trust is destructive
I've risked enough and still Getting up like cliff jumpers
Sinking under like bridge tunnels And spit gutter
Been hustling and hitting
Numbers for six summers
Getting money ain't shit funny Like Chris Tucker
The pigs rushing the crib
From a snitch buckling Give my Youngin' like fifty bucks to hit Something
Your shit mumbled, it's
Disgusting, just quit fronting Stick a gun to your lip, sucker Won't miss nothing
Slip some drugs in your drink, puffy
Get rich from it
Slit your wrist with a bic
Under the sink, dummy
Dig a ditch with a little shovel And get a mummy
This isn't Brendan or
Tim and Bubba, but getting ugly
The difference isn't the skin color Or which country
I came up listening to big pun and you kid cudi
So get with me or get from me, T his shit bumpin'
The clip dumping till shells Puncture your ribs and stomach
And split your structure like meth And RZA, we bring the ruckus
It's JEVI Pesci and machine
So kip the introduction
Y'all know the name,
Kamikaze, we bodying thangs
The Conway, not Kanye,
Stay lockedin chains
Was on the block for days,
All-terrain clockin' plays
Doin' numbers like the stock Exchange, profit gains
Written by: Demond Price, Kenneth Andrew Roberts
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