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Klarity
Hip-Hop/Rap
Klarity was released on March 28, 2025 by SonoWillzz, LLC as a part of the album Klarity - Single
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Release DateMarch 28, 2025
LabelSonoWillzz, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SoNoWillzz
SoNoWillzz
Songwriter

Lyrics

Times was hard, I had a chance, I still go and relive it
Missin'g Nille, it's hard to catch up with the fam, cause she ain't with us
How you know who killed your bro and where he be, but you ain't spinnin'
Lil cuh posted with the opps, gon' try to tell me he ain't in it
Riding dirty, Chamillionaire , but we ain't go the speed limit
I'm at Rivers Ballin', cash out a parlay, like D-Finney
If we fell up out some bullshit, I ain't tryna rekindle
Lil cuh fucked about the bros, he on the meds, so he ain't feeling
I was poppin' pills, I'm sippin' lean, this pain ain't healing
This shit different,
this shit different we walked a hundred miles to Daily Needs
Twin just had a baby, I got your back until they bury me
Gave up the bucks like Jrue, I'm tryna do this shit for Klarity
It's for the fam
Lost Kel, feel like my heart's still damaged
Life heavy, cuzzo died out the manor
Not afraid, God got us, don't panic
Right now this M been' on my mind, Marshal Matthers
Barely made it out the trenches
Homicides make momma cry, I hope the Lord forgive us
Seen **** die, we traumatized, ain't never gon' forget it
Put that shit on every day, boy, this ain't on us, this shit in us
We forever, stand on business
Me and Yon like the Bang Bros, we fuck the same hoes
Young **** came from Wilma Place, used to share the same clothes
Like trophies, now these whips & chains, I feel like Django
Left the Lot, a couple bags on me, I spent a bankroll
Glock my twins, switch the gen, I pull up, shootin' shit like Klay
Touchdown New York, I feel like Aaron Judge, I'm comin' home safe
Bitch say she ain't, I fuck the friend, know one y'all goin' for the pape
Ran it up the youngest, richest ****, came from Wilma place
Don't make it home, we finna slide
No safety, on this glock, like Jalen Ramsey he on a island
Fuck these hoes, know they be fuckin' on the low, but claim they solid
Just got a new body, still got the same mileage
She a flight attendant, wellin' online like she a pilot
Make it home, I keep this 4-5 on me like Donovan
I'm Cavalier
bout this music shit, gang, hope I sign a deal
Give my all to you, I feel like Johnny Gill
In the trenches, I know how that struggle feel
Letting' clips go off the bench like Lou' Will
Glad, we made it out the trenches
Homicides made momma cry, I hope the Lord forgive us
See **** die, we traumatized, ain't never gon' forget it
Put that shit on there every day, boy, this ain't on, and this shit in us
We forever stand' on business
Me and Yon like the Bang Bros, we fuck the same hoes
Young **** came from Wilma place used to share the same clothes
Like Trophy, now these whips and chains, I feel like Django
Left the Lot, a couple bags on me, I spend the bankroll
Willzz
Written by: SoNoWillzz
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