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ONLY CHILD
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Hip-Hop/Rap
ONLY CHILD was released on February 15, 2025 by Otaku Underworld, GYB as a part of the album DEEZY DIVMONDS
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Release DateFebruary 15, 2025
LabelOtaku Underworld, GYB
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blvkdivmonds
Blvkdivmonds
Rap
Delta Deez
Delta Deez
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan W Francis
Ryan W Francis
Songwriter
Dylan Goodinson
Dylan Goodinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zack Sutton
Zack Sutton
Producer

Lyrics

Ay, let me talk, ay, let me talk, OK, let me talk
I thank God that I got folks and let me for my soul
Don't spread lies behind my back and want to see me grow
Music need to be my job 'cause it keep me composed
Rappers post too much for cameras, they should be involved
No, I'm not jocking what they said, I got more pockets than that man
I got more pockets than the cargo play no pants
Clean the blick, so it don't jam-jam-jam, OK
Swipe the car so much they think I'm scamming-scamming-scamming, OK
Had to call the bank and tell them I'm just doing damage, look, you would understated
If you ever raise your standards, man, where the fuck am I, man?
Since a mistake to compass, it's too much shit you didn't had
The level we play, it is different, the difference is you couldn't had it
I'm done talking 'bout those rappers 'cause that's not what on my mind
How I'm 'possed to tell my dad his only child don't want no child?
That me and my wife different, and we want to live our lives?
And that when I leave Earth, that's the day our last name dies? So I
Yeah, I'm fried, two nuts by my side
I called them barely legal 'cause each clip got eighteen rounds, in my
In my rhymes one thing you won't find
Is a fucking lie because I couldn't if I tried, so I
My grandma left too soon, I have a hope she know
At eighty six I found all the things that you know like if I
If I stay home and call my dad the day that I left, I felt regret-gret-gret
My mama's called me thought I had no one left-left-left
My wife chose me because I provide
Know my daughter see when I'm low, those times, I can't hold it inside
I can't pass 'round my ways, I say I'm pieced together, it's lies
I feed myself to get through my days, but I can't keep pretending I'm blind
I need that chit-chat-chit-chat, even when I don't feel it, homie, I step-step-step
All that shit that fell off my family, I feel blessed-blessed-blessed
I need my child to know that's she's love
My heart froze because of my mom, I hug my family 'till it dough, hold up
Yeah, I'm fried, two nuts by my side
I called them barely legal 'cause each clip got eighteen rounds, in my
In my rhymes one thing you won't find
Is a fucking lie because I couldn't if I tried, so I
Written by: Dylan Goodinson, Ryan W Francis
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