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203
Hip-Hop/Rap
203 was released on January 9, 2025 by circle 2+2 as a part of the album 203 - Single
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Release DateJanuary 9, 2025
Labelcircle 2+2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack D. Tatar
Jack D. Tatar
Songwriter

Lyrics

Not what it seems
I don't know who I would be if I didn't go out and try and live up my dreams
And I know some people that been in my life, they tryna get in-between
Top down pushing, that's high speed
I was in the club with no ID
Gotta feed the homies no IV
I know that my brothers won't cross me
Rolling in a tank
Everywhere I slide it's stainless
If she talk bout my plans then she dangerous
Never talk bout my money occasions
Yea my brudda he still got the case
Everyday I'm gonna pray for him
Don't wanna think I'm ungrateful
I'm rolling up, keeping an eighth for him
High speed, yea
Find me, yea
Pull up on me, yea
Roll up my weed, yea
Top speed, yea
203, yea
Bank account, yea
Too odee, yea
Someone go get the champagne, I'm feeling a toast
I'm raising a glass for my brothers, the one's I keep close
Water on me like I'm way off the coast diving in off the back of the boat
I don't wanna get out
She think that she saving me, she tryna throw me a rope
That shit getting played out
That shit getting played out
But I don't see a way out
So I gotta stay out
Took a lot, I feel okay now
I feel like I'm on the way out
But sometimes you know I get weighed down
Don't give a fuck on the way out
I don't wanna talk when I'm laid down
Not what it seems
I don't know who I would be if I didn't go out and try and live up my dreams
And I know some people that been in my life, they tryna get in-between
Top down pushing, that's high speed
I was in the club with no ID
Gotta feed the homies no IV
I know that my brothers won't cross me
Rolling in a tank
Everywhere I slide it's stainless
If she talk bout my plans then she dangerous
Never talk bout my money occasions
Yea my brudda he still got the case
Everyday I'm gonna pray for him
Don't wanna think I'm ungrateful
I'm rolling up, keeping an eighth for him
High speed, yea
Find me, yea
Pull up on me, yea
Roll up my weed, yea
Top speed, yea
203, yea
Bank account, yea
Too odee, yea
Someone go get the champagne, I'm feeling a toast
I'm raising a glass for my brothers, the one's I keep close
Someone go get the champagne, I'm feeling a toast
I'm raising a glass for my brothers, the one's I keep close
Written by: Jack D. Tatar
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