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99 Attributes
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Hip-Hop/Rap
99 Attributes was released on May 30, 2025 by Mass Appeal as a part of the album Trainspotting
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Release DateMay 30, 2025
LabelMass Appeal
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Lead Vocals
Conductor Williams
Conductor Williams
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Recording Engineer
Conductor Williams
Conductor Williams
Producer
Chad "KM" Kitchens
Chad "KM" Kitchens
Mixing Engineer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh (What the fuck?)
Uh
Ayo
[Verse 1]
Diamonds in a long cable, Palm Angels
Firearm spray you, make pay and pray everyday
I'll smoke anyone on your label (You **** trash)
This pure cocaine, your shit K2
I married the game, got a 'K and a tailor made suit (Uh-huh)
Racin' the Mercedes, space coupe, I'm red-linin' (Skrrt)
Everything aligned, you can say it's divine timin'
On time, when he gave me one twenty-five on consignment (That work)
I bagged it up on a cover of Vibe, crime was the assignment
Keep a Glock, culture cipher, my mind on refinement
My white boy'll light you **** up like Luka Dončić (Boom, boom, boom)
Rock the low high tech suits, sellin' users product
My shoes is Prada, losers got nada wins in mi casa (None)
Was told to hold your own and God'll bless you
Prayed to our father, but, he was never there to encourage my next move
Figured it out, now I'm superior
My North Face Supreme Denim Tear jeans, next to me, you're inferior (Uh-huh)
Got my funds servin' up all the fiends in the area
Designer drugs, I sniffed a big line off the mirror up
Bottom-feeder bum ass **** never compare to us
They'll always be trash, solo and even when y'all pairin' up (Y'all **** washed)
The kicks I wear a rack a pair and up
It's deeper than rap, we racketeers at wrappin' squares, ain't no fear in us
Made some paper, but I swear to God, it's nowhere near enough (Nah)
Tryna run it up like Warren Buffet, Elon Musk (Uh-huh)
All Rothschild, New York's foul, get knocked off for talk
A brick of soft, a broad, gang shit, all fall out
Actions speak louder, the softest **** is all mouth
Got more plugs than a power strip, I never saw drought (Never)
Golden trap phone and a rapper head on my wall mount
This the crack they smokin' until they teeth fall out (Haha)
Ninety-nine attributes, the other one is God (God, ****)
I trapped for loot, they thought I wouldn't ever make it far (Fuck you)
I went from back of the paddy wagon to foreign cars (Skrrt)
Life is ill, hundred-dollar bills cover my scars (Ah)
[Instrumental]
When you feel there's just no way out
Written by: Jerome Allen
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