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Lifted
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Lifted was released on June 21, 2025 by Strictly Greatness entertainment as a part of the album Lifted - Single
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Release DateJune 21, 2025
LabelStrictly Greatness entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rodney Anthony Holder Jr.
Rodney Anthony Holder Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Anthony Holder Jr.
Rodney Anthony Holder Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trap Chris
Trap Chris
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm so high, I'm so fly, I'm so lifted, I think that's why they wanna wrap me cause I'm gifted
Balling Like Isaiah Thomas, on the pistons, I was thugging' it right there on Thomas
Off pills and liquor, I'll hit your block with shots, I'm there to bomb it
I'm Where you livin? This bitch keep poppin' up in all my comments
I might just hit it, found out that bitch somebody's baby mama
Fuck that ****, the AR-15 spit just like a llama
When I hit the trigger, I'll dunk these bullets on a ****, and leave him hole up like a donut
I ain't talkin' AZ, but I'll air a **** zone up
You **** only trappin' half's you need to go and get your zones up
**** internet shooters, he picked the gun and picked his phone up
I might go and pick his hoe up Sike, I don't want that bitch
Call me big sane, don't you call me by my government
How we ten toes, but we still out here runnin' shit, my bitch didn't know
Tonight I'm chillin' with my other bitch
She kinda caught me in some shit, and the police did too
Cause I was chillin, finna get licked, and then the police came through
Bitch lurkin' on my phone, and text the bitch like, who is you
Text her on her Instagram, and screenshot it, I was blew
But I ain't trippin' bout that shit, I dead president them strips
Feel like matrix, how I'm out the mix, and still makin' them flips
If the police pay you just to snitch, I bet you move your lips
Watch your bitch, she wanting sane to slay her, baby, move them hips
I'm sippin' heavy in the function move, you can't get a sip
You can't hit this wood with me, you shoulda brought your own zip
You can't hit this jug with me, you shoulda had your own lick
You can't shoot this gun with me, you shoulda had your own blick
Remember I was at my lowest, and they clowned, that wasn't it
Now tables turnin, I'm laughin' at them, they all sick
I'm that **** ho, I ain't nothin' like them other kids
They tryna steal the sauce from me, but they can only get the led
I'm sippin' high and I'm feelin' it
And when we in the open, they feelin' it
You got me missin, feelin' so gifted
I get so fly
Written by: Rodney Anthony Holder Jr.
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