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Won't Even

Hip-Hop/Rap

Won't Even was released on October 9, 2025 by Solid Structure Music as a part of the album Won't Even - Single

Song Details

AlbumWon't Even - Single

Release DateOctober 9, 2025

LabelSolid Structure Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Martrel T Phillips

Martrel T Phillips

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Martrel T Phillips

Martrel T Phillips

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Joshua Rushing

Engineer

Lyrics

I won't even try to do you how you did me

And I won't even embrace you, you won't feel me

I won't even try to drop it, shit it's still beef

His ass won't even come up to breathe, that water's still deep

Won't even compromise my morals to help your feelings

Cut ties out my circle

But I'm a still win

Won't say too much cause I'm not verbal

But I be quick to spin

Making music like my journal

My problems getting big

I done made a lot of changes, but not for a buck

It'd be cool to have the fame, really don't give a fuck

And the shit that I've been through, it gave me lessons

And that's why I count my blessings

Ain't no way that you can call it luck

And I won't even chalk it, gotta cough it up

Won't just take that on the chin, cause I done lost enough

So what you gon' snitch up on me? I won't even

Just put that switch up on you, now we even

Had day ones switch up on me, I ain't believe it

Need surgery to stitch this heart, it won't stop bleeding

I'd give you something to die about, give me a reason

Don't say it's love, don't call me brother, you don't mean it

Say you fuck with me, but you a lie, you the enemy

Tryna trick me out my spot, act like we allies, but you envy me

Don't forget that I be sending shots, they hot like cooking grease

You wanted smoke, I drop my lo, don't get cold feet

I won't even try to do you how you did me

And I won't even embrace you, you won't feel me

I won't even try to drop it, shit it's still beef

His head won't even come up to breathe, that water's still deep

Won't even compromise my morals to help your feelings

Cut ties out my circle

But I'm a still win

Won't say too much cause I'm not verbal

But I be quick to spin

Making music like my journal

My problems getting big

Certainly step even by myself, I don't have company

Currently I'm surrounding myself around blue currency

I remember when you crossed me

I ain't wanna believe it

You showed me how you really feel and now I can't unsee it

I'ma stay solid to the grave til I stop breathing

I feel less pleasure and more pain, it's uneven

They say they probably going through some things in a tough situation

Man we all going through shit, it ain't no vindication

The love you show ain't how it used to be

Wish I know who to blame

Want me to feed off that pessimism, I can't do the same

And through the storm, I keep my head up

Cause when the rain fall

I can let my tears drop

Because it's gonna disguise the pain

And I know that they wanna see me fold, but I won't

Switch on my Glock

They say it rains when it pours, don't get soaked

Too many times I've seen too many people change

And you one of em' but won't react out of spite

I just won't fuck with you no more

I won't even try to do you how you did me

And I won't even embrace you, you won't feel me

I won't even try to drop it, shit it's still beef

His head won't even come up to breathe, that water's still deep

Won't even compromise my morals to help your feelings

Cut ties out my circle

But I'm a still win

Won't say too much cause I'm not verbal

But I be quick to spin

Making music like my journal

My problems getting big

Outro Music

Written by: Martrel T Phillips

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