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Hip-Hop/Rap
photo was released on December 5, 2025 by 5821861 Records DK as a part of the album fifteen
album cover
Albumfifteen
Release DateDecember 5, 2025
Label5821861 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeremiah Marcelin
Jeremiah Marcelin
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremiah Marcelin
Jeremiah Marcelin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hallowed
hallowed
Producer

Lyrics

(hallowed, bitch)
Walked in with that strap on me
I'm feeling like a dyke (With that strap)
And a **** talking all that hot shit, that **** botted his likes
I'm with twin, we gon' do a heist (Do a heist)
If I'm wrong, then I'm still right (Still right)
And all these **** rats, it just hurts my head
Like these **** lice (Lice)
I'm tired of **** complaining
**** don't know what I'm saying (Woah, woah)
Half of them don't got no patience
I just wan' work on my cadence
I hate these **** like racists
I'm coming through armed and dangerous
I feel like Juice, but I'm not gon' lace it
Speaking to you, and they don't want to say shit
They hearing me and they turn up the station
Stay in your lane bitch, uh
Yeah, I cannot speak, so I'm letting my Choppa talk
This shit take all of y'all (Woah, bitch)
Come with Balenci' and come out with Audemar
You still shop at the mall (Wait, wait)
You is a snitch ****, that **** talk to cops
I connected the dots (Wait, wait)
Way too much lean I be tipsy, I waddle walk
I cannot stop the Wock' (Hold on)
You should go check up on your hoe
'Cause I had just took that lil' bitch like a photo
Poor **** want to have money makes sense
But then why so much rich **** tryna play poor though? (Play poor)
I don't know, but I'm still getting lit
Every day I'm outside, every day it's a risk
Just look at the Rollie that's up on my wrist
And my Choppa like me on a beat, it cant miss
Like, bitch (Bitch, bitch)
Huh, why are you lying just go play your part
I got them guns on me, I let them spark
You know that jarri gon' be on them charts
He talking, then I'll make him pop like a tart
I got range, I'll shoot that boy from afar
All black, you cannot see me in the dark
In my prime, no you can't play with me in my arc (In my arc)
Like these bitches laughing
My shit is what they be gassin', uh, uh
These **** see that I'm up
All that I hear from them is gasping, uh, uh
I don't need to walk in to be swagging
I got that gun on me, I'm never lacking
I got like three bitches in the backend
They playing me, I ain't tell 'em "Tap in" (No, I'm not)
Yeah, I cannot speak, so I'm letting my Choppa talk
This shit take all of y'all (Woah, bitch)
Come with Balenci' and come out with Audemar
You still shop at the mall (Wait, wait)
You is a snitch ****, that **** talk to cops
I connected the dots (Wait, wait)
Way too much lean I be tipsy, I waddle walk
I cannot stop the Wock' (Hold on)
You should go check up on your hoe
'Cause I had just took that lil' bitch like a photo
Poor **** want to have money makes sense
But then why so much rich **** tryna play poor though? (Play poor)
I don't know, but I'm still getting lit
Every day I'm outside, every day it's a risk
Just look at the Rollie that's up on my wrist
And my Choppa like me on a beat, it cant miss
Like, bitch
Written by: Jeremiah Marcelin
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