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Dead Bonds
45
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dead Bonds was released on August 27, 2025 by Young Rack Chasers/Dreamteam as a part of the album BACK FROM THE DEAD - Single
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Release DateAugust 27, 2025
LabelYoung Rack Chasers/Dreamteam
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dame Sloan
Dame Sloan
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dame Sloan
Dame Sloan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JuggBoiii
JuggBoiii
Producer

Lyrics

YRC, The Dreamteam
She a bad bitch
But I can't give her what she want
Takin' risks after risks
Know she gone leave if shit go wrong
Like how the fuck we gone talk, if you ain't
pickin' up your phone?
Bitches always playin' games
And wonder why you always gone
From the streets to the stage
I'm just tryna make it on
Chase the money, fuck the beef
I say that shit in every song
Gotta stay strapped, cause do you really wanna write that fuckin wrong
Don't fuck with them, the love is dead
Whatever bond was left, is gone
(Shit Dead)
One day I know this star it's gon' shine bright
I done stayed down with the bros on some wild nights
I know Brody, he be lookin' for a kit
ouu, found ice
**** tough on Instagram in person, they be nice
I got bad bitches, that ain't nothin' be e-lite
Spend a bag when I'm out in public, don't think twice
Tulio on go, no matter, red still ah green light
Charged em' for a feature, he pulled up and just seen lights
Why **** gotta hate, I just wanna live life
Model bitch, and foreign whips, and tristian wit the sprite
Brody said, watch for his shoes, cause these the one came with the spikes
I just uh, poured up a deuce and forgot to mix it with ice
Addicted to the bitch, head, you would've thought I was lice
Addicted to Chasing the bread, I love when it's in my sight
Wasn't misled, just made decisions up in life, that wasn't right
High fashion bitch, classy, I just know the pussy tight
She a bad bitch
But I can't give her what she want
Takin' risks after risks
Know she gone leave if shit go wrong
Like how the fuck we gone talk, if you ain't
pickin' up your phone?
Bitches always playin' games
And wonder why you always gone
From the streets to the stage
I'm just tryna make it on
Chase the money, fuck the beef
I say that shit in every song
Gotta stay strapped, cause do you really wanna write that fuckin wrong
Don't fuck with them, the love is dead
Whatever bond was left, is gone
(Shit Dead)
If the ball in your court, is you gon' pass it to yo bros?
If we go on a play, keep it real, don't you hoe
Ain't no upping on me, cause you know I up-sco
I threw the assist, if you know, then you know
They embarrassed him on Instagram, now he feel he gotta tote
Hit the bitch, she said she been a fan, but too scared to approach
Told her, I'm a workin' business, man, just think of me of coach
He just started, but I been the man, just entered phase of goat
Told the bitch, if you love me, get it tatted, let em know
You my ball, on my dribble bout you, these other hoes can go
Tell her shit ain't told nobody, tell her shit ain't told the bros
Shit sad our bond is distant, I'll be there but like a ghost
We done stayed down through a lot, so I feel that we need to toast
As long as we keep on scoring, my ****, we eat the most
We came up part of the trenches my **** real rats, and roach
Young **** chasin' the bread, just tryna feed all my folks
She a bad bitch
But I can't give her what she want
Takin' risks after risks
Know she gone leave if shit go wrong
Like how the fuck we gone talk, if you ain't
pickin' up your phone?
Bitches always playin' games
And wonder why you always gone
From the streets to the stage
I'm just tryna make it on
Chase the money, fuck the beef
I say that shit in every song
Gotta stay strapped, cause do you really wanna write that fuckin wrong
Don't fuck with them, the love is dead
Whatever bond was left, is gone
(Shit Dead)
Written by: Dame Sloan
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