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S!RENS
190
Hip-Hop/Rap
S!RENS was released on November 12, 2025 by Remydmc as a part of the album 12TH FLOOR
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Release DateNovember 12, 2025
LabelRemydmc
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Remydmc
Remydmc
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ariel Rodriguez
Ariel Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Ali
Ray Ali
Engineer

Lyrics

Cause what is the issue
Yo, damn, why is you acting so tough when it really don't fit you
Damn, damn, damn, you flex on the gram and you mad
Cause you know I'm gon' test you
Damn, smelling the smoke in the area really gon' bless you
Dismiss you, wait, wait, damn, no issue
I'm in the city, we running some shit
Got employers just coming again
The fight wasn't over, according to him wasn't even
So fuck it, we run it again
The homie, you check him and show him the business you bringin'
Don't try me with friendly attempts
Don't show your location in any direction
They cross you, you make them repent
I'm in committees, they showing no pity
And life is so shitty, but my girl is pretty
If homies get fitty, I show them the smitty
I swear they get litty, but really, they kiddies
Your life is a fable
You might be the pole
I'm wearing a halo
But I ain't no phony
I let it get fatal, so rather go dolly
My girl is an angel
Angelina Jolie
Straight up
Wait, wait
Why is you acting so tough
When it really don't fit you
Wait, damn
Damn
You flex on the gram and you mad
Cause you know I'm gon' test you
Damn
Smelling the smoke in the area
Really gon' bless you
Achoo
Yeah, dismiss you
Wait, wait
Damn, damn
Let's turn up the sirens
Let's turn up the sirens
Ha
Turn up the sirens
I turn up like riots
I ain't no killer, don't push it
Cause really I'm biased
I've been alone in my head
With a million thoughts
And I couldn't get rid of the violence
Kept it lowkey, I did it in silence
My enemies sort of related
We formed an alliance
We taking your bitch
And we taking your whip
And this energy
You couldn't find it with science
Boy, you gotta wake up
Low fade like I really gotta pay cut
Say what, Milwaukee with the big bucks
Pay stubs
It don't matter where it came from
Shit tough, sick stomach
Gotta shape up
Too blunt, had to do it
Had no guts
In the forefront
Where I had my day ones
Okay, where they took care of fake ones
It don't matter where you came from
Or you came with
I know a pussy when I see it
Homie, you the same bitch
You don't gotta worry about it
Homie, you ain't no lick
Telling anybody 'bout it shouldn't matter
You a whole snitch
You a cold prick
Staying broke
Got no reason if you really in the come up
How you got no fix
I don't do it for the money
I just do it for the family
Got a vision for the moolah
Best believe I'm gon' get
So what is the issue
Why is you acting so tough
When it really don't fit you
Damn
Damn
You flex on the gram
And you mad
Cause you know I'm gon' test you
Damn
Smelling the smoke
In the area
Yeah, dismiss you
Wait, wait
Damn
Damn
Let's turn up the sirens
Let's turn up the sirens, bitch
Ha
Written by: Ariel Rodriguez
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