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Kayfabe
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kayfabe was released on September 22, 2025 by N/A as a part of the album B.O.O.G (Born Out Of Greatness)
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Release DateSeptember 22, 2025
LabelN/A
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trey BooG
Trey BooG
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Akeem Eaton
Trey Akeem Eaton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buck Boonz
Buck Boonz
Engineer
Lo Low Beatz
Lo Low Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

**** act like they don't know
My city know, since a young ****
**** was scared to utter a word
Now it's me, it's only me
Better believe that shit
STRAIGHT
Bust out the womb had to take all the risks
Jumped off the stoop, break up the hits
Laced up my boots, taped up my wrists
Put the Mac to your lips I can't make up this shit
Rock the best fits, pop the best shit
They still don't believe like I don't exist
I done checked off the list and fed all the kids
These ho's come in 3's, yeah my xmas'd
My whole presents a gift
I wrapped up them kicks
I filled up my stocking I had this shit lit
So you **** sleep, ima come in your crib
I only move at night, and you notice Saint Nick
I'm gone, now bitch I'm gone
They don't believe me now
I'm gone, now bitch I'm gone
They don't believe me now
I'm gone, now bitch I'm gone
They gone believe me now
They gone believe me now
They gone believe
I had to pass the test, you won't around
So many skipped church, but they won't make a sound
Cause they need the crown, but they will leave you down
But they believe me now, but they believe me now
I had to pass the test, you won't around
So many skipped church, but they won't make a sound
Cause they need the crown, but they will leave you down
But they believe me now, but they believe me now
Bust out the womb had to take all the risks
Jumped off the stoop, break up the hits
Laced up my boots, taped up my wrists
Put the Mac to your lips, I can't make up this shit
Every **** gotta soliloquy when it come to this rappin
They act like don't remember me
I'm tenacious and witty with metaphors and the similes
Bet they won't send a beat
Grand dad a gangsta shit you could tell by my energy
**** that's my inner G
You could give the pen to me
I Jag when I Wright and expose the whole industry
So typically in 6 bars you'll get with me
Double edged sword split me down by the symmetry
Vividly, they started to forget me
I had to play my part and make a pardon on my city
Been shopping on you **** and my cart was never empty
I'm sparking till it's empty
Them bullets go both ways they partying with Di
I feel sorry if you missed me never gave a fuck
Dusting off my shoulder clean as fuck
Yeah I just maid that up played ya luck
You lose so much respect wanting validation
But heavy is the crown yeah I know because I gave it up, tough
But they believe me now
But they won't be around
But watch me leave the town
And they will leave you down
But they believe me now, but they believe me now
Bust out the womb had to take all the risks
Jumped off the stoop, break up the hits
Laced up my boots, taped up my wrists
Put the Mac to your lips, I can't make up this shit
Written by: Trey Akeem Eaton
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