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Yoshi
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
Yoshi was released on June 24, 2025 by Desi.exe as a part of the album Yoshi - Single
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Release DateJune 24, 2025
LabelDesi.exe
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Desi.Exe
Desi.Exe
Performer
Marcus Desire
Marcus Desire
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Desire
Marcus Desire
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcus Desire
Marcus Desire
Producer

Lyrics

I’m on fuck the drama
I’m just tryna feed my mama, plotting on the coma
Bitch don’t ask me if I’m faded, tell by my aroma
I can tell a **** hating, stay 6 feet, Corona
They be sick cuz they ain’t paid enough
Act like they got it, well imma call the bluff
They fake as fuck
My wallet like bibles , cuz in my god I trust
I’m blessed, not luck
Swimming in circles but yet complain they stuck
Like boy you suck
Acting like Giannis the way I stick to bucks
But really
I’m on fuck the drama
I’m just tryna feed my mama, plotting on the coma
Bitch don’t ask me if I’m faded, tell by my aroma
I can tell a **** hating, stay 6 feet, Corona
This **** doing what they can
While I do what I wanna
Couldn’t make break sweat even in a sauna
Caught a flight out to LA to cop some marijuana
That a chick a demon I can tell from how she wear her Prada
But I love it when she ….
Skating on beats with elegance
All of my tracks be the evidence
Imma be real till the sediment
Locked in the booth In my element
Filling my pockets with presidents
Everything else is irrelevant
Tryna be great, fuck a settlement
Focused on me and development
Know that I won’t quit
They be asking me how I’ve losing the weight
That what happen when you start to run shit
Didn’t switch when the funds hit
No receipts I can’t refund it
Built this shit I came from nothing
Hella patience
Never get this shit from rushing
If you broke then why you buggin
Im bout the bag
Come come correctly if you coming
Give a fuck about the drama
Im bout the commas
**** that’s word to my mama
Hit the bottom, couldn’t take it
I pray to god everyday for a way I could make it
Aint had a lane, so I went out and pave it
It took a toll, use my soul as the payment
Ran out of road, but I ain’t complaining
I hope to god, I’m one of the favorites
But what the fuck I know
Im real American psycho
Hitting that gas till my eyes low
Im really global
Got fans in 4 different zones
Picking up speed like a cyclone
Say that its cap
Then why fuck I’m on your iPhone
You hater should’ve been gone
Came out the mud
****
Ain’t no one to lean on
Written by: Marcus Desire
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