HALFTIME INTERLUDE - 21 Savage: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

HALFTIME INTERLUDE

3,394

Rap

HALFTIME INTERLUDE was released on December 12, 2025 by Slaughter Gang, LLC/Epic Records as a part of the album WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS?

Popular Segments

Song Details

Most Popular

Past 7 Days

00:15 - 00:20

HALFTIME INTERLUDE was discovered most frequently at around 15 seconds into the song during the past week

00:00

00:15

01:05

01:40

01:50

00:00

01:59

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

21 Savage

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

Songwriter

Ozan Yildirim

Songwriter

Jacob Reske

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

OZ

Producer

Reske

Producer

Neal Pogue

Mixing Engineer

Zachary Acosta

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Mike Bozzi

Mastering Engineer

Daniel Sheehy

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Whoa, yeah

Whoa, yeah

Whoa, yeah, whoa

[Verse 1]

If you crossed me and you ain't dead, you better thank God

I love Johnny to death, that's why I named my son Shaad

Ain't too many **** left on the East Side that I ain't robbed

I wake up and hustle every day 'cause I done felt starved

When I was young, we stole candy, now it's homicide

On the way to splat some shit, and I caught butterflies

Streets murdered all my ****, and I'm traumatized

That's why I'm killin' all yo' ****, I can't spare nobody

[Verse 2]

Oh, you think I'm pussy 'cause I rap, huh?

You want me to leave yo' brains in yo' lap, huh?

Yo' bitch say she love my music 'cause I snap, huh?

You get mad, you picture me hittin' her from the back, huh?

Screamin', "Free him," and you know your brother a rat, huh?

Y'all gon' break and bend the G-code for them racks, huh?

I been lettin' shit slide, now I'm amped up

Everybody wanna shoot, we had to lap up

[Verse 3]

I refuse to argue with ****, I'd rather blick 'em

I refuse to re-up with ****, I'd rather strip 'em

I ain't seen yo' bitch in a minute, she gettin' thicker

I told her, "Please don't suck on my tip 'cause that shit tickle"

My youngin' lost his brother, he ain't talkin', and I feel him

I seen it in his eyes, he just wanna shoot his pistol

You say you with this gangsta shit, but ****, that come with it

The choppa in my room by the bed, lil' bruh, go get it

Way before the rap lines, used to clap mine

Leave his ass flatlined, yeah, I'm on that time

**** get they chain snatched, they never snatched mine

Crucial, where the percs at? I need a halftime

Written by: Jacob Reske, Ozan Yildirim, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility

Loading...