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One Above All
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Hip-Hop/Rap
One Above All was released on September 4, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album One Above All - Single
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Release DateSeptember 4, 2025
LabelIndependent
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Agent Sin
Agent Sin
Vocals
WESTSIDE BOOGIE
WESTSIDE BOOGIE
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Caudle
Stephen Caudle
Composer
Anthony Dixon
Anthony Dixon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
prod.mason
prod.mason
Engineer
Em.asaint
Em.asaint
Producer
Mason Dreiling
Mason Dreiling
Engineer

Lyrics

I been in the lab for days, no I can’t relax
Memories of shots at night, the corner-store the trap
I barely made it out by the grace, yeah thats a fact
Every morning gotta tell myself, boy you not going back
Say you did a lot but do some more cause I am not impressed
Who that demon just walked through my door, cause that is not my guest
Pieces of my heart all on the floor Im saying watch your step
Thinking bout the shit that I endured that I cannot accept
Saw the lord, he told me boy, you in a war, just get prepared
Vision clear your shit impaired, don’t look at me like shit ain't fair
Get some air then swim some more, I hit the floor shit hit me deep
Try to get to land but I aint shore so just don’t let me sink
Hit the weed until the pain over cause that shits amazing
These days I’d rather be sober while Im decision making
These days Im learning bout growing and how it comes in stages
These days no thinking bout motion, I’d rather sit here patient…
Fuck is you mad bout? Waiting for ****** to show they true colors so I can start blacking out
Ask me bout my flaws, some shit I’d never hide
This life shit like a tour Im only here to be your guide
Im grateful that Im still alive
I been in the lab for days, no I can’t relax
Memories of shots at night, the corner-store the trap
I barely made it out by the grace, yeah thats a fact
Every morning gotta tell myself, boy you not going back
Who nice as this? Mr. Freeze with the blaster
Bag on his head, Im bout to ice my wrist
They say Im dragging it, dead! they just can’t write like this
I think about the things my father prolly did for Vicodin
Im still feeding that addiction it don’t matter how you slicing it
Whats a brick? To me the weight light regardless how you pricing it
 Murder on my mind, one move left and I been fighting it
Im barely in my prime, when my peak reached, it be like lightning hit
When the suitcase cross the table, its looking just like a stipend slid
Whatchu look like fighting this? Damascus in the blade
Watch the edge, its coming through when I pass it ya way
Ion't got time to, stop, listen, and hear what they actually say
If its Criticism, it get critical by the end of the day boom, boom, boom
I been in the lab for days, no I can’t relax
Memories of shots at night, the corner-store the trap
I barely made it out by the grace, yeah thats a fact
Every morning gotta tell myself, boy you not going back
On the mission, make sure Im clearing the clips
My team trust me, thats why Im steering the ship
Certain friendships weren’t healthy so Im veering the bridge
I aint drop and now they hungry, heat searing the lips
I beg an opp to speak, I hope you know we near an eclipse
I suggest reviewing ya bids, Im next, leave em perplexed when suddenly
I appear in ya crib, I jest, but it get ugly if Im nearing the tip
Got soldiers to put a spear in ya rib, thats why Im never fearing the script
Slide by so and so house, otherwise known as the crypt
Let a shot off and later claim, I tried to stow it, it slipped
Whatever page that read he was chosen is ripped
Get his pussy ass folded and stripped, have his bitch holding the dick
Let it all pour out, who soulless as this? .762s folding the whip
They say “Damn skip”, never thought it’d be you
When I slide through all smooth just to slaughter a crew
No concussions, only busting if I tussle with dude
Heard the bluffing, get it jumping how a ruffian do
I been in the lab for days, no I can’t relax
Memories of shots at night, the corner-store the trap
I barely made it out by the grace, yeah thats a fact
Every morning gotta tell myself, boy you not going back
Written by: Anthony Dixon, Stephen Caudle
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