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FALCON WOLF
Hip-Hop/Rap
FALCON WOLF was released on September 15, 2025 by We Good Records as a part of the album Moment of a Life Time - EP
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Release DateSeptember 15, 2025
LabelWe Good Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM45

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
vaundoom
vaundoom
Vocals
Devy Kay
Devy Kay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vaughn Robinson
Vaughn Robinson
Songwriter
Devin Knipp
Devin Knipp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
vaundoom
vaundoom
Producer

Lyrics

No, no, no
Look, stiletto switchblade to the rib cage
I done been this way, homie, since the fifth grade
Thinkin' of insane shit for your membrane
Other rappers pussy-hearing me and they meant straight
Pay all the homies, always making sure my man straight
All of 'em unique like LeBron with the handshake flange
Ain't big dawg, always been a great dame
Give my life to God and rap, I don't really chase fame
Don't give a F, I'm a G, let my nuts hang
Drive it like it's hot, homies rollin' up some propane
Raw papers and a ashtray with some good smoke
And a bad bitch, how I love to fix a bad day
I got folders full of classics in the cache
I don't got a day I drop, you think I make a ton of cash, ay
My OG Vaughan, if he call me, I got him
I got the issue if anybody start looking for problems
It's simple math, lot of rap careers in the coffin
I make it cash, his contract look like he in the closet
What? Uh, how could you go against me?
Always stay on guard, even namin' out a friendly
I'm still tryin' to pay my bills, give a fuck about a Bentley
Every day I like to shock, so I'ma shoot it 'til it's hit
Let me back these **** up, I'm smokin' all y'all
Fire is lit, we spit the raw, makin' money like Mitch is
Fully paid deli, thank God, too legit to quit
With my fixin' gettin' rid of you frauds in the kitchen
Labbin' and mixin', puttin' heat to the song, so fresh
Released my flames from my fingers, pitch out in Malton, Ritten City
Know my name, I'm the legend, chosen, the highly gifted
Listenin', the whip slumpin', my hits, we rollin' too far
Taylor made, black on black, call it Dr. Umar
Beyond time, I change fate to shine my light like I'm the Skull Knight
Now Davi has my armor, killin' gods of old is burn bright
Purge you rappers and nightmares, then slash dimensions to daylight
Liberation begins from the labels that make the dreams die
Independence is king, we consistent, then watch the men rise
Keep the culture and hearts represented daily, it's real life
**** don't get the picture, we gettin' into a real fight
Sound like the **** next to you, rappers downloadin' real types
The few are chosen, I see the rest, they soundin' like garbage
I run they pockets, lookin' for hip-hop, tell 'em, "Come up off it"
Change nothin' to the sample, but lay drums, they think they poppin'
The future bein' used by some losers to get the profit
But the change will run when the change comes, we need new bosses
But I take what I desire and leave blood on the walls
I'm the God, I cast you out of my Heaven and watch you fall
Look like lightning hit the Earth, then kneel down and worship my aura, ****
Look, Davi, ayy
What you mean I didn't take a risk?
What you mean I didn't take a chance?
Told my city I would bring it back
Wife a local chick and I'll buy some land
Davi K, now I'm in this bitch
Say my name every time I can
Lotta shit that I'm tryna do
But can't do shit when you don't got a brand
Ohio boy, find me in the cap, find me in the field, find me in the land
Put my shit on wax like Karate Kid
Born to do 'em like a Jackie Chan
Told your girl I can't make a promise
Only death and payin' Uncle Sam
Heard me once and she been a fan
Fuck her once and she still a fan
Still obsessed, homie, you a stan
Head spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Life ain't fair, but still grateful
What I was dealt made a winnin' hand
Still workin', tryna get it back
This the hustle they don't understand
Make some shit so you relate
I was never lame, so I really can
Rappin' out of my mind, verses come first
Push and get paid for rhymes
Feed the heat to the cold streets
All you **** slumpin', all you dancin' dimes
See the vision, I put it out
You **** hatin', y'all don't hit like mine
Beats I craft, ideas I have
Lookin' like The Flash, I'm ahead of time
Makin' plays with Debbie Kay, ****, Steve Kerr
I'm Michael J., this city's mine
I'ma take the state, I run this shit like it's trainin' day
It's doom, I came a long way
Now I show the path to the promised day
I spread the word and get people paid
So we celebrate, so she throwin' cake
I moved the wave like a **** Moses
It was in my blood 'cause a **** chosen
That hatred in you got your music frozen
Blocks in the whip, hits got no motion
We do the work, they flock to us
We gettin' paid while you typin' posts
Y'all be the worst, y'all don't push enough
But you gon' complain, still stuck at home
She look at me, she fell in love
She threw it back, now she cookin' grub
She made me waffles, the edge is crispy
She call me king and she mop me up
It's fondue, Miss Debbie Kay
Still sharp as steel, we legends made
I am the best, y'all gon' be quiet
'Cause you ain't like me, nothin' else to say
Written by: Devin Knipp, Vaughn Robinson
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