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Karma
New Age
Karma was released on May 5, 2023 by Grime Records as a part of the album V
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AlbumV
Release DateMay 5, 2023
LabelGrime Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tre$o
Tre$o
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Mitchell III
Christopher Mitchell III
Composer

Lyrics

(Franco got me faded)
(Blao!)
(Get it and go)
(Get it and go)
I know most of these **** be bitches
That's why I'm not responding to these **** in my mentions
Start talking all the gangsta shit, boy karma stand on business
My shooter got that CashApp, I say "SMOKE!" he get to trippin' like
Woah, hey, yeah, SMOKE!
Shit it's been a minute,
I woke up out my slumber in that Raf like Mr. Simmons
Said I can't pop no pill unless I'm just tryna forget it
So back up off me ****, off that RX **** killa, hollon'
I was down and I had to go save me
I remembered I'm the one that made me
Ain't no money amount finna' change me
Hoe these industry **** can't play me
But if the money right then it can change me
Let me run up my M's no complaining
Middle fingers, make it rain on Hades
I'm in two worlds, Doctor Strange
Yeah, as much as I smoke they watch me like El Chapo
Tuesday and Thursday, I be where you not bro
Superfly Snuka, I'm up on the top rope
I got the racks in the back like a Costco
Pretty boy Tre$o, yeah like Flacko
Hot potato, I'm passing the Glock ho'
Throw the triangles up, NY top floor
K hit his whip, **** thought it was potholes
I know most of these **** be bitches
That's why I'm not responding to these **** in my mentions
Start talking all the gangsta shit, boy karma stand on business
My shooter got that CashApp, I say "SMOKE!" he get to trippin' like
Woah, hey, yeah, SMOKE!
Shit it's been a minute
I woke up out my slumber in that Raf like Mr. Simmons
Said I can't pop no pill unless I'm just tryna forget it
So back up off me ****, off that RX **** killa, hollon'
In the Camp, I don't see no squares
Big Vil when I'm in my lair
And I like my bitch, she rare
Ima fuck, then she do my hair
And I know my fate somewhere up in the pot
I ain't gone reach in this bitch, ima rock
Say ima just post in this bitch with my Glock
I got all these clothes, I don't even go shop, hollon'
Okay, I ain't talking bout' the old days
I was sad down to the soul aye
Shit I had almost went the wrong way
The Devil want to put my soul ablaze
I'm made of gold, I cant throw that away
See UFO's taking **** away
If you see the beam, that's the Glock in yo face,
Up, up and away huh
I know most of these **** be bitches
That's why I'm not responding to these **** in my mentions
Start talking all the gangsta shit, boy karma stand on business
My shooter got that CashApp, I say "SMOKE!" he get to tripping like-
Written by: Christopher Mitchell III
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