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Crocodiles
Hip-Hop/Rap
Crocodiles was released on March 31, 2025 by ReignCloud as a part of the album AGGROV3LI
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Release DateMarch 31, 2025
LabelReignCloud
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM58

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rey Morado
Rey Morado
Harmony Vocals
vny.
vny.
Harmony Vocals
the bum.
the bum.
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Ryan Tuft
Erik Ryan Tuft
Songwriter
Marcus Johnson
Marcus Johnson
Songwriter
Hassan Tyrell Belgrave Walker
Hassan Tyrell Belgrave Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
4th-I Riddle C
4th-I Riddle C
Producer

Lyrics

Ugh, ashes piling up add my hours up
It's still not enough I'm fallin' short
Dodge the law I can't fall in court
Dodgin' cameras I can't die on record
Blackout in the booth, black out in real life
They only seen it on the Instagram
You don't even need a Finsta fam
**** always solid till shit hit the fan shit
Crocodile tears choppin' onions feel my sympathy dying lately
I peep the strings and the animation I still grip the pen
Man of steel I ain't never gon' bend my ideals
**** change in the booth, I can't decipher the truth
Wrestle Poseidon til trident get loose
Like I need the power divide it in two
Then split it with my **** till they get a few
Like Jesus with fish
I woke up off of the aroma
Don't quote me but I feel like Lazarus
I'm in bag **** lackin' serve hand to fist
But I been peeped your game
Steven Smith shit been in my veins
Ain't no wrist wrist I'm sonnin' ****
Yo father figure shit I feel the same
I got different worries we don't fear the same
I'm smokin' purple dog, Courage mane
My lady perfect only till she ain't
I'm cool and covered till I feel the flame
My anger bubble once it hit the frame
I try to keep the monster undercover
Release the Kraken once it all crumble
Probably still hit the plug after I tumble aw yeah yeah
Blackout in the booth
Black out in real life
They only seen it on the Instagram
You don't even need a Finsta fam
**** always solid till shit hit the fan shit
Uh hitting that fan like bitch I need a breeze
Let me breathe slowly like Rey on
April 17th that Death Mask done started my whole world up gang
Asking God super why, he said word up mane
You was flyer than you needed to be G
Got an idea like the Bee Gees
I got it mama hold up I'm busy
The top tell me that money cool but it ain't cool really
Gone have to be Rogue to feel me, like I went rogue
Hiding in my shell turtle time, ooh cape on now the phone is ringing
Listen B, you need more than stinger to sting me
I'm in the fields of gold, oh bro just king me
I'm really home alone but you won't see me get it
They turned on TV, they turned on VD
Peep the way I'm about to write up your damn tree
Smoked up I'm on the roll like raw I don't need no gar
Constellation complex but really we don't need no star
We just need one to rule them all
I'm a killer with the mic but the green on croc
Blackout in the booth
Black out in real life
They only seen it on the Instagram
You don't even need a Finsta fam
**** always solid till shit hit the fan shit
You trippin' off lack of the love, hey
I'm trippy, this lap of the lux
It's tricky I'm back in the buff
Its tempting, they backin' it out
Young and sticky and back in the house
Yo it's on me, the check is in route
There's no need to check for my doubts
You needin' it now so now you disavowed yea
We speedin' they think I'm all out, zen
Anything I do is allowed
I'm beaming I used to be cool
Fiasco when I'm done with the rules
That bic shoulda came with a pool
Yo my bitch she angry she rude, yo
Can't even be seen with them dudes, can't leave no scene
Gas tank on lean, and it's always top shelf for the jewels
Cheffin the fools, death if you lose don't jet then I cruise
It's zen zen zen zen let em know
My people always told me the days was numbered
I'll go atomic for half life
Rey done crafted a weapon of mass destruction
All of my life I been searching for truth of it all
Guess it always done kept me humble
Polish my armor with bloodshed
Watch me take mortal hit like what's that, simply just a scratch
Today I wake up where no justice at
I'll get locked up for tree still got much of that
If I should collapse then I go mustard splat
I been formless moving
Think adjust attack, got my muscles stacked
Blackout in the booth
Black out in real life
They only seen it on the Instagram
You don't even need a Finsta fam
**** always solid till shit hit the fan shit
Black blackout in the booth
Black out in real life
They only seen it on the Instagram
You don't even need a Finsta fam
**** always solid till shit hit the fan shit
Written by: Erik Ryan Tuft, Hassan Tyrell Belgrave Walker, Marcus Johnson
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