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Rainbows
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rainbows was released on December 15, 2025 by Forever, Dead or Alive Records as a part of the album CUATRO
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AlbumCUATRO
Release DateDecember 15, 2025
LabelForever, Dead or Alive Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Ford
Brandon Ford
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Woodrow
Reginald Woodrow
Songwriter
Brandon Ford
Brandon Ford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reginald Woodrow
Reginald Woodrow
Producer

Lyrics

You don't even have to compliment
Bad bitch a ten, you don't even have to compliment
Bad bitch a ten, you don't even have to compliment
Bad bitch a ten, you didn't even have to compliment
Fear God, but I'm dressed in Godspeed, I'm God-fearing
Turned all of my tears to Denim Tears
Diamond teeth, no chandelier
From countin' grams to countin' M's
Tryna overcome my fears
Tryna overcome this pain
But downing drugs it never helped
All my chains and rings on
Need to get this shit on film
Run to the check, Usain Bolt
Finger fucking the check again
Can't play with you, go play with yo kids
Pop, pop
Pop it again
Expensive frames, Chanel my lens
Used to live a life of sin
Unc was in and out the pen
So big cuz, that's sis til' the end
Tell my bitch I'm not romantic
If she leave, won't shed no tears
CT5 aerodynamic
Push this bitch against the wind
My back, my dogs got em til' the end
I can't fail em'
Better with medicine
I mix up a specialty
New hoodie is Who Decide War
This is not Vetements
Platform Mike Amiri's I'm steppin'
Risking life, he can't quit the fetty
Thought this was life was sweet, but see no rainbows
Pot of gold at the end, but where's the rainbow
Crip my bankroll
Fuck a rainbow
Then pull that shit up out the mud
Guess that's how pain go
Thought this was life was sweet, but see no rainbows
Pot of gold at the end, but where's the rainbow
Crip my bankroll
Fuck a rainbow
Then pull that shit up out the mud
Guess that's how pain go
My blick won't click, click
Grew up a misfit
Pimp hard like **** from Memphis
Get rich with the white bitch
Terrence Howard no DJ
Pull up on some stiff shit
On the block was a fish fry
Now we eating at Ruth Chris
Pull up, roof missin'
Talk crazy, tooth missin'
Frank Lucas, mob business
FDA, we tied in it
Been in the kitchen, five minutes
Six plays and that nine with me
Tried to shake my mind
Close my eyes and keep that iron near me
My back, my dogs got em til' the end
I can't fail em'
Better with medicine
I mix up a specialty
New hoodie is Who Decide War
This is not Vetements
Platform Mike Amiri's I'm steppin'
Risking life, he can't quit the fetty
Thought this was life was sweet, but see no rainbows
Pot of gold at the end, but where's the rainbow
Crip my bankroll
Fuck a rainbow
Then pull that shit up out the mud
Guess that's how pain go
Thought this was life was sweet, but see no rainbows
Pot of gold at the end, but where's the rainbow
Crip my bankroll
Fuck a rainbow
Then pull that shit up out the mud
Guess that's how pain go
Written by: Brandon Alexander Ford, Reginald Woodrow
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