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Real Time
Hip-Hop/Rap
Real Time was released on September 29, 2025 by Freegod as a part of the album Summer Snowfall
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Release DateSeptember 29, 2025
LabelFreegod
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freegod
Freegod
Performer
Jason Dessasore
Jason Dessasore
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Dessasore
Jason Dessasore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oscar Rivera
Oscar Rivera
Producer
Jason Dessasore
Jason Dessasore
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Whoa!
Man, zoo beats!
You heard?
Yeah.
Pretty God.
Wild Kingdom, man.
Listen.
Let 'em tell it, they all dogs.
Trey pound slugger, lay 'em down like a door rug.
Feel me? Fame's what you want, claim a gang but you not.
You're to claim a chain when they playing frames at you, not.
They fabricating, they don't endorse, they ain't in this shit.
My skills whipping coke to base, homies magnificent.
I keep the bass booming on the block.
Nitro, lines around the corner when they fiends heard I fry coke.
I been power moving in my lane.
Trust me, my fry game famous like the Colonel in Kentucky.
I did it when the heat was on, got my spinning killer warm.
You been buying ready rock, homie, you been seasoned wrong.
Lotta smoking in these hoods with the issues in 'em.
These dudes strapped with the pipe, with the missiles in 'em.
Hootie with the tints, boy, you know they get the spinning.
Stocking down the block, firing rockets, all in it, son, real time, homie.
Strip wild OD, the hood lit, there's no time to play.
I've slid down with the window half open, catch you sleeping, fam, and fire off the K.
It's on real time, homie.
Strip wild OD, the hood lit, there's no time to play.
I've slid down with the window half open, catch you sleeping, fam, and fire off the K.
Fire off the K.
I don't gotta fake any jacks, no shoes with jumpsuits, the pipes and the vans like voodoo rulers.
To take the bag to put you in the earth, that's how they living.
Hounds jumping out of black vans, you come up missing.
You got big, huh? Upstate, lifting them weights.
They raising thirties, dogs, and taking them plates.
Snapping like alligator jaws, getting shaking like a six-nine low rider, dogs.
It's on real time, homie.
Strip wild OD, the hood lit, there's no time to play.
I've slid down with the window half open, catch you sleeping, fam, and fire off the K.
It's on real time, homie.
Strip wild OD, the hood lit, there's no time to play.
I've slid down with the window half open, catch you sleeping, fam, and fire off the K.
Fire off the K.
Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh
Written by: Jason Dessasore
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