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Servitude
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Servitude was released on May 6, 2025 by Treasure Chest Ent / Pimpire International as a part of the album The Round Table
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Release DateMay 6, 2025
LabelTreasure Chest Ent / Pimpire International
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Knowledge the Pirate
Knowledge the Pirate
Vocals
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Lamar Iverson
Richard Lamar Iverson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Knowledge the Pirate
Knowledge the Pirate
Recording Engineer
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Producer
Chris Conway
Chris Conway
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Black women and white women
That's the hardest thing to deal with is jealousy
'Cause a lot of woman'll bend over backwards for you
But to bend over backwards— you, for you
And know you fuckin' with another bitch is a whole different thing
And then, that's just one level, now you gotta step up another level
The lyin' **** can't cover
Now bitch, not only are you gon' know I'm fuckin' with this bitch
You gon' live with her
And you gon' make sure she alright
That's a level a lot of **** can't cover and we ain't gon' have no problem
Only **** who gon' do some fightin' in this motherfucker is me
And anything problem this bitch got, you gon' aid your sister
'Cause she's a part of me
And she's supportin' my baby
And you got an outlook on my payment that you wanna see you extend
And you don't support this bitch, you really can't love me
Just love to call your name
It sounds as sweet as thy love
Just love to call your name
It sounds as sweet as thy love
What you know
Can't help but love you
I mean, why would you?
And tell it where I go
I'll let 'em know, baby, I mean
Tell the world (Yeah)
Shit, let 'em know how you feel
Talk about how you, you know you can
You love me
You got that money?
Alright, baby, listen (Lay it on me)
[Verse 1]
Hard to kill, paint splashed on my Vans
Gallery Department cargo pants
Fuckin' on some ****'s bitch that play for the Saint Louis Rams
I skipped to the lou, dropped off a couple thousand grams
The way we steppin' and touchin' them dead presidents with no footprints in the sand
It was evident, we was in God's hands
Listen, them birds were heaven sent. This is God's plans
My little man's nice with two sticks in his hands
With two sticks in the drum, he a one-man band
Ghost face killer, no Wu-Tang Clan
Cocaine dealers tryna network and expand
You fuckin' with the mob, fam, listen
Shit got out of hand, five car garage and some large land
A few bricks on the van, wake in a Dodge van
HNIC, NYC
Sippin' champagne in VIP with a PYT
We had shit locked down like a ball and chain
From the sky boxes where we saw the game
It was a destiny just to say my name
I had baby say my name, say my name (Say my name)
[Chorus]
Just love to call your name
I love it when you say it, baby
It sounds as sweet as thy love
It does sound good
Just love to call your name
As you should
It sounds as sweet as thy love
What you know?
Can't help but love you
I mean, why would you, baby?
And tell it where I go
Let me let the world know (Oh, you)
You do anything (Yeah)
That's my baby (Haha)
(Turn on you)
You love me? (Yeah)
Check it, listen
[Verse 2]
It's the lustrious, pimpire international
It's only rational 'cause she's bringing paper from the vaginal
Listen, it's in her nature, it's only natural (It's in her nature)
She a brainiac and very sexual
A nymphomaniac and an intellectual (You got a good head on your shoulders)
Anything else is unacceptable
All of my women are very professional (Yeah, that's a professional)
She walks in a room, it cause a spectacle
Her lady at leisure, but respectable (Respected)
Anything else is unethical
The flex was inevitable, the sex was incredible
She licks me from head to toe and say I taste like a edible
If love was a crime, then this case would go federal
She transports my medical, puts me on a pedestal
Yeah, we out here gettin' to that revenue
My bitch is into servitude, listen
Hermès the bag, red bottom the shoes
Baby really pay the dues, listen
We had shit locked down like a ball and chain
From the sky boxes where we saw the game, yah
[Chorus]
Just love to call your name
It sounds as sweet as thy love
Just love to call your name
It sounds as sweet as thy love
Just love to call your name
It sounds as sweet as thy love
Can't but love you
And tell it where I go
Oh, you're so sweet and kind
Written by: Richard Lamar Iverson
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