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UNDERSTANDME?
Hip-Hop/Rap
UNDERSTANDME? was released on August 20, 2024 by Record Label as a part of the album FPS!
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AlbumFPS!
Release DateAugust 20, 2024
LabelRecord Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM164

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raghav Surya
Raghav Surya
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mason James Anliker
Mason James Anliker
Songwriter
Raghav Surya
Raghav Surya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mason James Anliker
Mason James Anliker
Producer

Lyrics

It's liminal media one more time, 2024
Shit
You know?
Uh, uh, uh
Smoking cigarettes in the dorm room with the incense
Shit's good
Yeah
It's appalling, in pursuit of knowledge
A guilty conscience convinces me to sell some chronic
I make it obvious I'd kill a man
By the way I walk into classrooms late as fuck smelling mad exotic
Like pot stickers cooked up in a bad wok I'm stuck
Make a laughing stock when i mix pressed pills in my broth
Whip it up with Mr. Bronson
Pass out like Stockton, and I'll max out credit cards
Till I'm left with no other options
Ain't no stoppin
Positive feedback looping beats often I need that
In that once in a week bag, and I'm smoking for free
I found home in the beats
In the pocket, carving my fee with a touchpad
Thought you could touch that bitch, I had enough of that
In between, he run my flips so I could run the trap
Bitch could want me back and beg for it
I'm still not touching that
Got some principles I'd kill a hoe for
You understand me?
This shit on family
Got bills to pay I'm getting antsy
My bitch getting cranky
Ask me where the money at (mary) low?
Talk about upping antes, but you're in school man
Go work in banking
Fuck
Yeah, go working in banking
I said
I said
My driver brought me straight to my room
Dropped me off with a bag of psychedelic mushrooms
Got my own money, own car he just drives it for me
Rolling up a blunt on the 95 cuz I hired a homie
Took him off the streets and put him in a crib to feed his family
That's the kind of bread I'm finna make, there ain't no plan B
You understand me?
My cupboard holding all three schedules you know I pan tree
Yeah I said, I said
Something about it's a paulllll
Blart, mall cop, bitch!
Uhhhhh
Yeah, I said it's a-
In pursuit of knowledge a guilty conscience
Convinces me to sell some chronic
I make it obvious I'd kill a man by the way I walk
Into classrooms, late as fuck, smelling mad exotic
Potstickers
Bad wok, I'm stuck!
Written by: Mason James Anliker, Raghav Surya
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