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Lactose
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lactose was released on May 10, 2025 by Unsigned/Independent as a part of the album Lactose - Single
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Release DateMay 10, 2025
LabelUnsigned/Independent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drae Singleton
Drae Singleton
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leondrae Singleton
Leondrae Singleton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foko
Foko
Producer

Lyrics

It hurt my heart to see my homie turn junkie
Look
It hurt my heart to see my homie turn junkie
Had to tell myself get out your feelings, get this money
Moving out the trap, I couldn't do it, it ain't for me
My dawg copped a Porsche and homies started hating on him
Told em I was broke, I was pump faking on em
The homie killed the homie, it's fucked up I don't condone it
Ain't crying over spilt milk baby, I'm lactose
Before I flip over a bitch, I flip over my bankroll
Off the K2, now they off of the K4
Pull out the K9, I'm running on 10 toes
Fuck with the Mac 11, 12, I don't fuck with those
My brotha put on a badge and still stuck to the code
Brotha just do his job, he out to protect the serve
Touch a hair on his chin, your chin gon be in the dirt
Red flag going off, screaming bad bitch alert
She drunk with no panties on, at least it's condoms in her purse
Watch a hoe go to church and put on some Jesus merch
I knew something was fishy, baby, I can smell the perch
I ain't here to judge you, this is just an observation
I look down on you, baby, cause I'm still fighting with temptation
Been through too much shit to crash out, grew some patience
You don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me, you don't gotta fake it
Save us both some time, my brotha, and keep it basic
You can keep it moving, and I can keep it moving
Or we can get into it, furniture gon be moving
Got my dawg with me, he a slugger, he from Loui
He don't do no music, he just here for the nuisance
Got a collect call, now I'm bonding out my shooter
It hurt my heart to see my homie turn junkie
Had to tell myself, get out your feelings, get this money
Moving out the trap, I couldn't do it, it ain't for me
My dawg copped a Porsche and homies started hating on him
Told em I was broke, I was pump faking on em
The homie killed the homie, it's fucked up, I don't condone it
Ain't crying over spilt milk, baby, I'm lactose
Before I flip over a bitch, I flip over my bankroll
I ain't crying over spilt milk, baby, I'm lactose
Before I flip over a bitch, I flip over my bankroll
Written by: Leondrae Singleton
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