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TV On
Hip-Hop/Rap
TV On was released on October 31, 2025 by Rare MG as a part of the album Rare Form
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Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelRare MG
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kakea B
Kakea B
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E "Hottie" Young
E "Hottie" Young
Songwriter
Markell Johnson
Markell Johnson
Songwriter
Eugene Redd
Eugene Redd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E "Hottie" Young
E "Hottie" Young
Executive Producer
Eugene Redd
Eugene Redd
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Look, I turn this TV off like a blackout They really not bad, they just act out
I would tell you get some cheese and put that Mac down
But I know the opps givin' belts like it's Smackdown
Look, I be sharper than a stylist I be higher than a pilot
This that mixtape shit Lighter a flick, then I fire it
Ate the beat Like I'm starvin
I'm a dog, ain't no Arguin
Ain't no TV in this bitch, but I'm lit in the darkness
****, what Ha It's not enough
Few solid **** left But it's not enough, few **** gettin checks
But it's not enough, hella **** Icey necks
But it's not enough, ****, what
My lil' **** slide with skis on No cable, just extension cords and jeans on
It's cold out here, you need some skis on They'll put you on a shirt for some Vlone
TV off, I ain't tuned in to the gossip I'm too tapped in with the mothafucka profits
I'm too locked in with the goons and the goblins
We don't sleep, we just plot
We don't talk we just pop shit
****, what Ha It's not enough
**** workin' at these jobs Yeah, it's not enough
Real **** at the top Yeah, it's not enough
**** wanna steal and rob ****, give it up, ****, what
I be flippin like a channel, I don't change for the fame
I'm the one with the handle, I remote-control the game
TV dinner at the table with a draco by the frame
Ain't got shit to your name, ****, you should be ashamed
Yeah, we get it, everybody wanna talk like they got it, but they don't
Rich on the gram, real life, know, they broke
Talkin' online like them **** want the smoke
Bitch, we outside, use a motherfuckin' joke
I put a **** on mute, he can't talk no more
Had to cut the box off, now I box my goals
I don't need a TV screen just to watch my dough
I got poles, little ****, go and watch my vote
****, what Ha It's not enough
Couple real steppers left, but it's not enough
Boy, you got some effort left, but it's not enough
Little bit of pressure left, but it's not enough
****, what Ha It's not enough
Couple real members left, but it's not enough
A few real **** left, but it's not enough
Got a few Decembers left, but it's not enough ****
No, I'm just sayin, I ain't finna yell or nothin
But I'm finna turn y'all up, ****
Real ****, let me tell y'all some shit about the city
Look, I see P-**** killin' P-**** in the park, though
The city fucked up, they gas em up like it's Arco
South **** die' and a south **** did it
But they want me to chose who I fw in the city
South sac, baby, I fuck with who gon' fuck wit me
Five-star hotel, I ain't in no fuckin' Doubletree
I'ma bring the pressure if these **** keep on subbin' me
And In that motorboat, I ain't talkin' bout no double D
City Hot as fuck, I could put that on my mama
I ain't in your politics and I ain't in your drama
I say it how it is, I don't say it how you wanna
On some real shit, we all sittin' in our trauma
**** gon' be mad, but somebody gotta do it
My foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta do it
Turn that TV off, turn that TV off
Ay, turn that TV off, look
Ay, ay, **** gon' be mad, but somebody's gotta do it
Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody's gotta do it
Turn that TV off, turn that TV off
Ay, turn that TV off, turn that TV off
Look, I met this hot girl, hella nice to meet you My name Chili
If you not afraid of winter, baby We can get some millies
Baby started laughin Cause she think I'm really silly
Bitch, I'm gon' be rich, I'm talkin' motherfuckin' filthy
Get yo' bread up, I feel like a baker
In the kitchen, get yo' spread up
Pockets full of old ass ****, get yo' deads up
****, you ain't lead nothin
Tell all of my lil' ****, go on and lift yo' head up
Tomorrow gon' be better than today, ****, don't let up
****, don't get caught into that trap, that shit is set up
Everyone gon' make mistakes, yeah, it's okay to mess up
But shit get weird when you don't got you no cheddar
Go get you some cheddar, go get you some cheddar
Go get you some cheddar, go get you some cheddar
Gotta keep this pepper, gotta keep this pepper
Gotta keep this pepper, gotta keep this pepper
This **** salty
Keep playin, I'm off
****, turn this TV off, turn this TV off
****, turn this TV off, turn this
Bitch
Written by: E "Hottie" Young, Eugene Redd, Markell Johnson
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