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New Connect
10
Hip-Hop/Rap
New Connect 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
BPM87

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Andrew Roberts
Kenneth Andrew Roberts
Songwriter
Cole Stevenson
Cole Stevenson
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm a fuckin' rockstar, I'm goin' hard in the paint and all they firin' is blanks
I've been climbin' up the ranks, you would think I'm Master P the way I'm ridin' in
a tank
I keep a train shooter with me when
I drive up to the bank, woah
If I make a call and they gon' show up, watch me dispatch em
Me and Wishmaster, eatin rappers up like Ritz
Crackers, really went from sleepin' on the floor, now we in big mansions
We live lavish, fuck around, we bent ya bitch backwards
When it comes to remixes, I started the trend
Now all my opps all wanna be friends
Pardon your French, I kept it real from the jump, so I don't gotta pretend
Your life insurance, what I got on my neck? Aw, you upset
I know timing is, everything catch me bodyin' anything
I've been married to the streets, but I ain't buy her a wedding ring
I don't need no petty beef, so I don't like to get involved
But your broads still in awe, cause I'm the white biggie small
And you don't need a bathroom stall to read the writing on the walls
I've been loyal since the soil catch me ridin' with my squad
I do it from the heart, I put my passion in this shit
Cause I grew up on the corner with a calico like kriz
Bang, bang, motherfucker, bang, bang Chain swang, I'm just tryna maintain
Now I'm the illest in my whole campaign Bang, bang, motherfucker, bang, bang
Chain swang, I'm just tryna maintain Now I'm the illest in my whole campaign
Let the lions of the cage put fire in your face
When I'm lightin' up the stage, bang, bang
I've been puttin' crews to bed like fentanyl and sudafed
Spittin' bullets full of lead,
Since hit em, kill em, shoot em dead
Trust your gut, excuse the mess, a foodie for that loot and bread
I'll turn your group out with a Uzi, stick that cubic to their head
Oops, I mean a diamond, grindin' units through the U of S
Views in different climates, rhymes from Bucharest to Budapest
Soon to be a giant, Openheimer, ain't no movie set
Grew up off the Wu, and now this music press is too depressed
Do it off consignment,
Iron chew em like a sushi chef
Pookie on these new jacks,
Have them scratchin' for a new connect
Catch em with the tech, pump em up like they doin' reps
They dueling' with some lions, and this tutelage is to the death
You can flex like Kumite, but gettin' stretched like loosin' weight
Underground like sewer drains, But me and merk like two grenades
These mumble rappers, pootie tang
Can't understand that stupid slang
Just practice at my shooting range,
We pop em like some brut champagne
Bang, bang, motherfucker, bang, bang Chain swang, I'm just tryna maintain
And I'm this the illest in me whole campaign
Bang, bang, motherfucker, bang, bang Chain swang, I'm just tryna maintain
I'm the illest in my whole campaign
Let the lions out the cage, put the fire in your face
When I'm lightin' up the stage, bang, bang
Written by: Cole Stevenson, Kenneth Andrew Roberts
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