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Hasty
15,783
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hasty was released on June 5, 2020 by nonsenseofconscience INC. as a part of the album Hasty - Single
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Release DateJune 5, 2020
Labelnonsenseofconscience INC.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Syndrome
Syndrome
Performer
Roger Ramos
Roger Ramos
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Ramos
Roger Ramos
Songwriter
James TenNapel
James TenNapel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James TenNapel
James TenNapel
Producer

Lyrics

What **** says he's gonna be a fuckin' rapper?
Are you kidding me? That's not gonna fuckin' support your family!
Oh yeah you don't got any fuckin' subscribers on YouTube!
Are you fuckin' kidding me? You have no subscribers!
So how the fuck you gonna support family
Hey hey hey
He has 10
I remember days at my grandma's house
Sleepin' on the couch whole fam on the ground
Dirty lil' bitch in the back talk down
But her friend sent a pic with her ass all out
Got em all mad get a bag you broke
I been off that it's sad you know
Seen you on the gram stand back bitch pose
I'm about to shoot a mag click clack you Vogue
Said you don't need a scrub that's why you a stank hoe
I don't do the club rather pull up to the bank hoe
You won't get a crumb from me pockets on that Panko
Shawty want the love feelin' up like it's the tank low
Lame hoe better lay low lookin' like a peso
Keepin it a banknote better take notes
I been all about a bankroll check the payroll
I'm an a-hole but I ain't broke
Lately I been like fuck you pay me
Hate me all you want bitch go crazy
Ladies all on my dick too hasty
Save me all of them want my baby
Daily motherfuckers talk fugazi
Shady talk shit bitch 180
Face me nothing you say gon' phase me
Wake me when somebody don't betray me
Long time comin' and I'm better than I ever been
And I got my team on my back like a letterman
They ain't wanna let him in left me in the rain with a mic
Something like I was a weatherman
Runnin' up the paper like the pacer
Torn ripped Chuck Taylor's to fits tailored
Treat a bitch like a drink sir never chase her
Fuck the game I can knock it up the way I'm putting in labor
Now run it back one time
I was down bad but it runs in the bloodline
Shoot it out back think it's done but it ducked by
I would shout dad but nobody once come by
Never been a tough guy
Never sold work cause I did it yeah I bust mine
But got hella friends moving tree like a mudslide
Bustin' motherfuckers like a table when it's lunchtime
So without rap you would see me in the front lines
I'm that motherfucker used to be in the background
No one understood me now they feel me like a pat-down
Once was a rookie but got a bag now
Hip-hop champ need the belt like a bad child
No time for bitches who wanna act out
Or these motherfuckers befriending me for a handout
What I need is when I look into that crowd
To see you head bob like a bitch when I glance down
I know you mad
I know you still want me back
I know you keepin' them tabs on all of my raps
That shit is pathetic in fact
That shit is embarrassing talk to your therapist
You and yo mama can suck a fat hairy dick
Where was the parenting? Choke on your arrogance
Me and your money there ain't no comparison
Ha ha ha yo!
Aha ha ha!
Fuck that - Roger
Written by: James TenNapel, Roger Ramos
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