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Yardline
151
Hip-Hop/Rap
Yardline was released on August 1, 2025 by ItzJaleel as a part of the album Yardline - Single
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Release DateAugust 1, 2025
LabelItzJaleel
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Itz Jaleel
Itz Jaleel
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Jaleel Cunningham
Andrew Jaleel Cunningham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xavier Patton
Xavier Patton
Engineer
Daniel Highs
Daniel Highs
Producer
NL
NL
Producer
River
River
Producer

Lyrics

Aye
Yeah I stand on business
Bitch just listen
'Cos it's my time
I can load the clip an let it spit
If I don't get mine
How am I gon' trip up
If I'm floating on that cloud nine
Bitch I'm balling hard
Bet they can't stop me
At no yard line
Game time
Money on my main line
Tell me something I can't find
I'm grinding plus some hang time
Highlights on the gram
I been cooking bitch I ain't lying
A boss I feel like Wham
I'm moving heat just like a freight line
Yeah I'm warming up
Watch my temp
Before I pop off
That **** Leel a dog
I got that bite that you can't walk off
Shit I got that juice but this ain't
Something I can drop off
Bitch I'm getting loose
Hop in the whip and pop the top off
Let's go
Yeah I stand on business
Bitch just listen
'Cos it's my time
I can load the clip an let it spit
If I don't get mine
How am I gon' trip up
If I'm floating on that cloud nine
Bitch I'm balling hard
Bet they can't stop me
At no yard line
Yeah
Aye
Bitch I'm balling hard
Bet they can't stop me at no yard line
Yeah
Aye
Bitch I'm balling hard
Bet they can't stop me at no yard line
I'm gone
Aye
Let's go
Look
I walk this bitch from A to Z
I feel like alpha
Its a bet
Tell that ho don't play with me
Go play with God
Come correct
Yeah I'm who they love to see
I'm a star
I can step
Turn it up like stomp the yard
I'm taking charge
Watch ya self
Like Major Payne
I built my name
Turned my brothers to lieutenant
Since a jit' I had some grit
Now I'm turnt and independent
I'm the type to stay the same
You like to switch up when you winning
**** waiting for a bag
I was taught to go and get it
I told french
I'm locked 'n loaded
Cut that heat up
Bring that pressure
A diamond in the making
Told my momma nothing lesser
She probably thought I
Grow up as a doctor or professor
Scrape them g's up off the dresser
I'm a benjamin collector
A dollar bill inspector
A player dot connector
Undefeated every record
Got more tape than film directors
I'm tapped in with some steppers
Pop you red just like a pepper
My **** chasing mills
You ain't real
I can't respect ya
I ain't got time for some time off
They send the bread
When I chime in
Game time like World Series
I see the plate I slide in
Beat the base then dive in
Big dog still 5'10
Get the bags up
Let it pile in like trash day
This glad pay
Don't tell them hoes
Where the cash stay
Been stacking up since Sallie Mae
Had college books with a temp fade
Now I clock out
Like twice a day
Real hustle baby I'm getting paid
Flipping numbers since 2nd grade
I ain't letting up til momma straight
**** everyday I gotta beat the race
I walk this bitch from A to Z
I feel like alpha
Its a bet
Tell that ho don't play with me
Go play with God
Come correct
Yeah I'm who they love to see
I'm a star
I can step
Turn it up like stomp the yard
I'm taking charge
Watch ya self
Aye
Written by: Andrew Jaleel Cunningham
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