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Wwo (feat. Writeous)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wwo (feat. Writeous) was released on December 13, 2024 by PREZIDENTIAL PARTNERS LLC as a part of the album Preztigious
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Release DateDecember 13, 2024
LabelPREZIDENTIAL PARTNERS LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PrezArt
PrezArt
Performer
5ifth Element
5ifth Element
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Renard Preston
Renard Preston
Songwriter
Surajudeen Adebayo
Surajudeen Adebayo
Songwriter
Bradley Walker
Bradley Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ivan Dunki
Ivan Dunki
Mixing Engineer
5ifth Element
5ifth Element
Producer

Lyrics

Oooooooh
Hook
You see um
What we on
Fifth put the beat on
Then I put the heat on
The pillage has begun
For rappers, it’s war time
And I’m on my recon
And these bums is peons
You might need a refund
Verse 1
Peace and blessings is always going out
Big up to the people in my circle I can’t go without
Teachers that was talking shit at conferences and open house
That principal that ain’t wanna try just tried to throw me out
This for you and the others that was showing doubt
I had to show and prove now they say that boy showing out
What you expect? (Wait)
Don’t even answer that
Success for Mr. Preston some people just couldn’t fathom that
He can make it happen but how would he handle that
When moms said it that was the straw
That broke the camel’s back
Certified spitter word to my first scripture
I evolve with my dogs been the pick of the litter
It a be a day in hell when you shiver for they get a upper hand on me or try to ever
Label me a quitter
Bitter **** crying rivers pity parties
Homey ISSA (what) wrap with the raps
Put that on them real members (gang)
Hook
You see um
What we on
Fifth put the beat on
Then I put the heat on
The pillage has begun
For rappers, it’s war time
And I’m on my recon
And these bums is peons
You might need a refund
Verse 3
A year ago, shit I
Thought it was over with
Imagine losing something
Knowing you put your soul in it
It’s out of my hands
I ain’t the one that’s controlling it
Only get
So many chances can’t keep on blowing it
Who can you run to when it’s no one to go and get
And every lesson that you learned you seem to go against
Me and myself we had a talk
Bout our differences
I said we need balance only way we can win is if
You let me take the wheel, I let you start now I’ll finish it
Suicidal thoughts when I said I was ending it
So Now I drop these bars and get this bread in remembrance
Of that poor lost soul on a search for deliverance
No more confusion just movement
Towards improvement solutions had been illusive so status was inconclusive
So
I regrouped and rebooted restored my faith in the music
No more talking my **** I just do it
Hook
You see um
What we on
Fifth put the beat on
Then I put the heat on
The pillage has begun
For rappers, it’s war time
And I’m on my recon
And these bums is peons
You might need a refund
Written by: Bradley Walker, Renard Preston, Surajudeen Adebayo
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