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20 Summers
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Hip-Hop/Rap
20 Summers was released on July 31, 2025 by Vinyl Sage Records as a part of the album 20 Summers - Single
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Release DateJuly 31, 2025
LabelVinyl Sage Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Jrzzy
King Jrzzy
Vocals
Buckroll Beats
Buckroll Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamal Robinson
Jamal Robinson
Composer
Kristof Lilienthal
Kristof Lilienthal
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buckroll Beats
Buckroll Beats
Producer
ProdByJrzzy
ProdByJrzzy
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

In the whip rapping like
I’m papoose/
Been off the chain
About to break loose/
Rappers telling lies
Cuz they lack truth/
Do more capping
Than a bad tooth/
Don’t move work
But I stack loot/
Ill with it
Like bad fruit/
Go silverback with
These raps duke/
Since walk Witt me
On Sheek Louch/
Told many times I should
Slow down /
But I’m all in
When it goes down/
true king
Need no crown/
uplift
And I hold it down/
Fell back
Then came back around/
Just making rounds
Like surround sound/
Not in the streets
I’m home bound/
Taking instrumentals to
Pound town/
For 20 summers
I got it in/
Turn an ink pen
Into a vape pen/
Always strive for
Greatness/
Until I’m rotting
In grave ditch/
Got old hits
And some new drip/
Bar wise I’m
A nuisance/
Throwback like an
Old flick/
I’m an old soul
With a cold grip/
Stacking up
On my own chips/
That Midas touch boy
I gold spit/
Like ha chuu
I’m too sick/
chew a rapper like
A tooth pick/
No Diddy but
I move slick/
Hustle hard
But don’t move bricks/
I Aura farm with
A boss chick/
I’m the one that
Make her mood switch/
You still stuck in your
Matrix/
Popping red pills
In a basement/
Inundated on
Hatred/
Your life force being
Wasted/
My biz running
Like Asics/
With clear vision
No Lasiks/
Paper stretching like latex
My odds even like 8 and 6/
Fed the fam on this 9-5
Working 4-10’s down in 4-10/
I’m Breaking bread while I’m overseas
Per diem hit like back ends/
I’ll punch out
The go back in/
I black out when
I tapped in/
Run a train on the rap game
The whole squad getting
Tagged in/
While yall bragging about toe tags
We the one bringing racks in/
Bigger bag to bigger bag
Save the bs for the trash bin/
Big stepping like living legends
Yall just mad cuz yall has beens/
I’m 1st degree with these bars dawg
It’s 187 when this track spins/
On gawd….
(Yeah I still got more though I ain’t finished)
(Hold up I’m going back in)
Got more work in the pot still/
for 20 seasons I’m
Hot still/
eat a track like a hot meal/
Collecting hits like hot wheels/
I def jams with
No deal/
Still hot with
No chill/
For any rapper claiming goat still
I’m enroute to make
Road kill/
Out here rapping like
I’m broke still/
Can’t count the time
I done broke bills/
In the Stu cooking like
Breaking bad/
pockets lump
Like oatmeal/
Got time in
I’m the real deal/
Real spitta with
Real skill/
Clear the floor
Like kill bill/
While yall feeding bots
Like real steal/
Got beat tapes
That’s a real steal/
Moving units like
Wholesale/
Big fish im
The whole whale/
The wieght on me a
Might break a scale/
Cause trouble
Like dollar bill/
Got a few diamonds that
A holla still/
ink pens kept
Me out of jail/
Around bars but never
In a cell/
Made heaven
Out a living hell/
My seeds growing
And they living well/
I show and prove
Yall show and tell/
I’m Just getting started
Cuz there is more to tell/
Got hella steam
In my motor still/
never comfy with
Sitting still/
stay mobile like a cell phone
you need work you need to
Hit my cell/
Got two phones like
Im kevin gates/
Got beats moving like im
Moving weight/
Dont let em tell you
That its too late/
Cuz right slap a get
You in the crates/
Sitting with the greats
In a bigger place/
In a better space
Sipping crushed grapes/
Let the haters hate
While you elevate/
Stack cake
Status levitate/
Keep faith
Gotta Keep the pace/
Put your life path
On a better fate/
Don't be tripping on
A screwed face/
they the ones that’s gonna
Want a plate/
No such thing as being half great/
Take all shots, no pump fake/
Slow your motion when you pump your breaks/
Till that final push a make the trunk shake/
Run it up like a knee brace
That steady motion still wins the race/
(Yeah)
Written by: Jamal Robinson, Kristof Lilienthal
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