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Damage
Hip-Hop/Rap
Damage was released on October 2, 2025 by Nyce Life Records as a part of the album Itchy Palms & Insomnia
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Release DateOctober 2, 2025
LabelNyce Life Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Immaculate Oly
Immaculate Oly
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oluwaseun Afolabi
Oluwaseun Afolabi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K. Wrigs
K. Wrigs
Producer

Lyrics

I say picture me rolling
Burning white Ashes
Turning wood grain
Stuck in the moment
But Still On go when the cash came
Out here grinding not for my first
But for my last name
Not for my first
But for my last name
Smooth as butter A1 since Day one
Aye son Aint no way
Then we gone make one
Aint no way; then we gone make some
Woah
Woah woah wooooo
Look i bounce out dark tint
Ona spaceship
Got dayum they looking
That boy he amazing
Kunte Kinte nah wont let negus slave me
Im in this underthang switching lanes
Like a new benz
Skin pecan baby bustdown
I need it Cold world
Younging this shit get anemic
Thoroughbred you know
If I say it i mean it
LIKE FUCK A DREAM ANYTHING I WANT IM ACHIEVING
Through these eyes i see through deceit; & I peep shit
They backdoe betray you do you just like jesus
Be the ones closest to do ya Yo own people
I was blinding by the love got dayum what was I thinking?
Think they tryna play you for pussy go grab the heater
Nah cant let em trick me out my postion They gotta KING ME
Flashy and the loudest he usually be the weakest
Bounce back like a spring when i fall
This our season to ball
Fuck em all if i tellem might not believe it
Just listen pay attention when ya God get to speaking
Death before dishonor wont particpate in treason
Death before dishonor wont particpate in treason
Noooooo
Damage
Dawg everything was cool till the fan hit
You know shit dont go exactly how you plan it
Cuz you can map it out but you can't count the crashes
Damage
Bout my rations got me ona bout freeway smashing
4th n Long idk how I'm finnamanage this
If it ain't a way I make it shake like this shit madden
Gotta make it happen woah
Gotta make it happen woah
Woah woah woah wooooo
Gotta make it happen woah
Woah woah woah wooooo
I throw Brodie out a pitch I understand it
Understand we both don't got the same
understanding
If you a man no helping hand just keep yourself lit
Hop up in yo bag yeah
Paper or plastic
Broke as joke i remember aint make no damn sense
What's goes comes around
No shaking that debt doubt
Tryna move forward but I can't shake these felonies
No matter how much I fail That ain't my destiny
We gone rise way before they see the death of me
Im Charged up shaking off bad energy
Best believe on top of my bread like some sesame
No where im finna go but where im posed to be
Shoulda been born ina 80s that young **** dope
He just like the Moonlight sunshine He just wanna glo
Life's a bitch But She prefers it when you take her slow
Woah woah woah wooooo
Written by: Oluwaseun Afolabi
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