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Section8 (feat. Maccolades)
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Section8 (feat. Maccolades) was released on September 15, 2025 by Channel3 as a part of the album Section8 (feat. Maccolades) - Single
September 15, 2025
LabelChannel3
LanguageEnglish
BPM95
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

(Numbah3)
Two liter sprites inna back of the tauras
2 minute flights up the stairs we was touring
Too ignorant to know the lengths we was going
But we always made a way up out the way on earlyvery mornings
Private school teaching onna section 8 living
Corner pocket cribs by the 8ball dealers
3 blocks down you could hear them same **** blame **** get to bussing now that's 8 less ****
Chapel on Wednesdays, uniforms since pre-k
And all the other he-say, she-say shit
I had white friends, black friends, potheads, crackheads showing me that life is what you make that shit
I couldn't tell back then, but I was destined for this shit, it's a message innis shit
I gotta blessing wit this here
Music made me make music now a **** spit rhymes
Sick lines on white pages make you wando six lines of cocaine and life savers
This shit a life saver
If it ain't find me I'd been smoked just like a white paper
And since it did all praise to God, it made my life greater
Producers and Execs tryna get me at the white tables
Walking outta stores with everything outside of white labels
Finna call my peoples tell the whole family I made it, I'm saving me
And I'm more protected than black hair and white ladies
Cause ****
God got me
**** God got me (2x)
(Maccolades)
At a 9 to 5, 500 each week
Day-dreaming bout a life and the **** i could be
Keeping this little passion to myself behind the scenes
When i make it back home, grinding late and can't sleep
Wanna see the big pay off from the many days i weep
And bleed on this page that use for my release
Overseas every season where i could be
Tryna shake off this doubt, and this internal beef
With my heart and the ways that i move i would creep around the subject,
Knowing that I'm meant for this life, stomach upset
Cause my appetite ain't getting fed, i can't brush it
Off because im not feeling aligned with where my love is
Turn up to the function, dickie suit, feelin loose, **** make assumptions bout it
I'm a plane with no landing gear, cannot keep me grounded
When i take off ima stay there, been flowing since i found it
**** codependent, while i'm pushing limits on my own
Not trying to be different, nor am i gon be a clone,
I'm a visionary baby, you can tell with every song
you can't tell me i ain't fresh,
different levels that im on
It ain't never been about the massive figures i'll acquire ,
That's a given, i ain't missin out on nun with this fire
All i do is to inspire and create an empire
And when i choose to retire, ill be remembered for life
Written by: Chance Blackwell, Jerry Robertson
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