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Soil Steps
Hip-Hop/Rap
Soil Steps was released on August 1, 2025 by Winners Camp, LLC as a part of the album Soil Steps - Single
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Release DateAugust 1, 2025
LabelWinners Camp, LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FreakVanGogh
FreakVanGogh
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zion Carr
Zion Carr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Roe
David Roe
Producer
Reek Roman
Reek Roman
Engineer

Lyrics

I be with the winners, we might never lose
**** lives be rented, you can't fit my shoes
Took off the ceiling, had to play it cool
These **** greasy, better check ya roots
My spades keep a tool, ya dig
Blood in that water, you can't see when it's muddy
You can trust in that Chamberlain , to keep us 100
Swervin' in and out of lanes again
Tryna beat the GPS, ain't know that I would take this course
But God knew I could teach some lessons
First, I gotta count my blessings
Workin', I been gettin' steps in
Said I'm in a big time rush, I'm focused on this one direction
Yeah, yeah, yeah, just on this one
Looked back and since a child, I could see it in my destiny
All I could do is smile, cause my future filled with evergreens
Nights when bro was slidin', I was prayin' twice for evil twin
No problem bein' quiet, **** sleep when you don't show ya hand
So we don't show our hand
You ain't BTS, can't even get behind the cam
Rate me five stars, cause I freed em just like Abraham
I got five jawns, only one that I love linking', yeah
Baby, my heart been feelin' sick, I cannot hold it in
I'm a big dog, just walk with me if shit get rough again
Stick to the regimen, don't second guess my plan
I'm on ten toes, **** standin' on my business
I be with the winners, we might never lose
**** lives be rented, you can't fit my shoes
Took off the ceiling, had to play it cool
These **** greasy, better check your roots
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
Ain't gon' say I got it tatted, but I do
I know this life get better
Bro ain't really care about his grades
He rather serve letters
Jumped a couple fences on this race, we need a gold medal
Thankful I got food on my plate, I'm comin' back for seconds
Why **** think I be bluffin'
I came up with nothin', bitch, we in the same boat
Couldn't get shit that we wanted
Baby, we was thuggin', we sharin' the same clothes
Grateful I never got summoned, but bro can't relate
I told him to lay low
Hero said, Freak you the one, I hopped in my bag
I'm snappin' like Thanos
No, I can't please everyone, fuck what they think bout me
We still gon' ball forever, naw infinity
I'm ridin' Cocomelon, but the inside cream
I'm with the guys forever, fuck the industry
I be with the winners, we might never lose
Yeah, **** lives be rented, you can't fit my shoes
Took off the ceiling, had to play it cool
These **** greasy, better check ya roots
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
My spades keep a tool
I be with the winners, we might never lose
**** lives be rented, you can't fit my shoes
Took off the ceiling, had to play it cool
These **** greasy, better check ya roots
My spades keep a tool, ya dig
Written by: Zion Carr
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