RAMPAGE - Jay K & DRIZZZ: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

RAMPAGE

Hip-Hop/Rap

RAMPAGE was released on October 24, 2025 by Jay K Team as a part of the album RAMPAGE - Single

Song Details

AlbumRAMPAGE - Single

Release DateOctober 24, 2025

LabelJay K Team

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM73

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jay K

Rap

DRIZZZ

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jhyah Kearns

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

MixedByGambino

Engineer

Lyrics

Check, heaven ain't proven I live it up

Shit, if they talking, we hit em up

Bout to get dirty, chlamydia

You just an actor, you cap like a milliner

I never quit, I'm a finisher

I took a flick with a minister

If you ask for a feature, I'm overpriced

Don't complain, you get snacks from the cinema

None of y'all real, animated

Fuck every rapper, I've been a hater

Been the greatest, I ain't playing, gotta make it

Fuck a matrix, I ain't doing any favors

Forgetting my past, Ronald Reagan

Gotta do better, but still I'm shameless

I ain't signing a deal, till I see the payment

Seven figures plus, or you can meet the pavement

Wake up and head to my nine to five

Still at granny house, getting by

I was trappin, had to go legit

Cause how I'm supposed to fund the rappin' if I'm doing time

Steady working on my enterprise

Never needed help from what I memorized

Still I don't make it on my own

Cut too many off for the faking and petty lies

I can't rest my mind, I've been exercising

If I fall, lose it all, ain't the end of my time

They wanna see me at the end of the line

But I'm on top of the climb

I'm feelin fly on a forever rise

I got the power bitch, Raising Kanan

Put my chicken in her dip like it's Raising Cain's

I left a stain, she give me brain

The brain insane and mind feeling full, So she leave me drained

I'm tryna' wear only designer

As a kid, I wore thrift shop clothes

I'm tryna' go major, not minor

This my shit, I can't sell my soul

I'm up late, tryna' get my head straight

Damn straight, tryna' get my pockets dead weight

Can't wait, eyes red, I want all the smoke

So if the rap game chess, then I'm screamin checkmate

Bitch

Bitch

Bout time I go on a rampage

When I'm writing, I'm burning a damn page

Give a fuck how you like me, I'm damn paid

Bitch

Bitch

Said I ain't from this world, I ain't man-made

Try be me? Then go make a fan page

You can suck on my meat like a lamb shank

Bitch

Bitch

Bout time I go on a rampage

When I'm writing, I'm burning a damn page

Give a fuck how you like me, I'm damn paid

Bitch

Bitch

Said I ain't from this world, I ain't man-made

Try be me? Then go make a fan page

You can suck on my meat like a lamb sh

They don't wanna see me get in my bag

Left the crib, tryna chase that paper

Pull up my pants, say the boy'dem sag

Tryna stay on the tax, so the boy'dem lack

Came up, tryna tackle the system

Burying the pain, so I cover my eyes

I'm in two minds, so I think this over

Bipolar, like Jekyll and Hyde

Bipolar, and they saying I switched up

Sixteen tryna' found myself

So I hike and crawl till I hit that clifftop

Stay low-key, so I don't get pissed off

Posted up at the side with the mandem

Lightskin chick got the whole gang bricked up

Link up, bad lil' B wanna drink up

Sipping like Markie, don't need teacups

My bars left man in a chokehold

Open a window, it's way too stuffy

Stuffy, losing a game, unlucky

Roll to the cash, don't care if it's bumpy

If the youngins tryna' keep up with my pace

I'm afraid you still gotta hurry

Bad one, tryna know occupations

I'm a top boy like Shane and Sully

No I can't fumble again, mumble again

Who's that calling again

Skip to the bag, who's roaring again

Talking ag

Fuck Fred, I'ma do it again

Bad vibes all around, don't know their intent

Clock that, no need to pretend

The reason I stack this cheese and I stack this bread

All eyes on creep in the ends

We meant to make it work in the life that I'm living, I'm too forgiving

Right or wrong, you picked that side

You waste no time, but the clock keep ticking

I'm outside and I sat on my my tens

They saying amen and they keep on sinnin

Ideas in my head told me I gotta get this chance

Saw mic's and I started spitting

Bitch

Bout time I go on a rampage

When I'm writing, I'm burning a damn page

Give a fuck how you like me, I'm damn paid

Bitch

Bitch

Said I ain't from this world, I ain't man-made

Try be me? Then go make a fan page

You can suck on my meat like a lamb shank

Bitch

Bitch

Bout time I go on a rampage

When I'm writing, I'm burning a damn page

Give a fuck how you like me, I'm damn paid

Bitch

Bitch

Said I ain't from this world, I ain't man-made

Try be me? Then go make a fan page

You can suck on my meat like a lamb sh-

Written by: Jhyah Kearns

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