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Release Da Beast
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
Release Da Beast was released on April 3, 2025 by Mathias Dagreat as a part of the album The Denver Demon 3
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Release DateApril 3, 2025
LabelMathias Dagreat
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mathias DaGreat
Mathias DaGreat
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
skeegotya
skeegotya
Producer
Yamnie
Yamnie
Producer

Lyrics

I'm living my life like I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming. I'ma start a campaign, my new watch presidents. Papa champagne, I'm making money off of cooking instrumentals. This is when life becomes celebratory. I came up watching **** turn their session into a laboratory
**** gotta do what a **** gotta do. I get a plug on my stamps, that's called flipping food. I gave a bird to my whole camp, feel like Tana all these blues. **** better ask around, I'm stamped and I ain't got no more to prove
You just playing, playing, you just playing, playing, you just playing, playing. Still be playing on my name, that's why I stopped playing with these thoughts. Find a real one to then stay alone, ****, stack a knot. Think you gotta have it all right now, ****, you do not. I'ma have it all when it's all said and done, ****, watch
I wanna start drinking Sierra Leone in my motherfucking watch. Bitch, I'm the overweight Pac, I got an oversized Glock. Put you on Vivica Fox, I put a box, baby, in a box. I tell a fuck ****, kick rocks, I bet his frail ass won't box. I bet his frail ass won't fight, I know that **** won't fight. Cause remember this homie jumped a dyke. And ****, that's facts, ****, don't lie
Stats gon' die if you reach for that five. Better not pump fake, my killer don't speak no English, but he'll turn your brain to crumb cake. Check my first way, I wake up every morning, get fresh as fuck, except on Sunday. Bitch, I hate **** like I hate Mondays. Catch them lacking on the one way, ****, this here could only go one way
One thing's for certain, they gon' call the EMTs, I hope they brought the curtain. They gon' notify your mama, they say we left his ribs showing his ass to Dalai Lama. Chop shit down like Benny Hanna, pull up on your block, make shit look like Rwanda. I think my switch speaks Swahili, I might catch a hat, bitch, I might toss a beanie
I stopped sipping Activist, pull me up some Remy. All they do is die, I should call them Kenny. Brand new nickel plated, cost a pretty penny. All our speakers real, only the realer feel me. ****, all our speakers real, only the fake offended
Been a bad bitch sober and put a baby in it. All I do is rap, all I do is trap. Counting money while I fuck, she be asking how you do that. I told her face it, everything I do is big, bitch, I ain't basic. Pushing weight, patience, pull up to your apartment with them tools. Maintenance, all my **** goons and ex-cons
Gang is on, I don't like to commit crimes, but when I do, bitches heinous. It's giving flow and cadence, sliding with your hoes, she giving throat. It's payment, I've been lit as fuck since I dropped Wayment. Had to leave my state to make a statement. Now I'm fly as in the Frisbee, found my juice, I feel like Bibi
I'm really a demon inside, I'm already hating ****, they released me. I'm the shit, bitch, I'm the feces. People around me like I got teepee. My big cousins bang that 3-3, ****
Written by: Mathias DaGreat
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