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Rosetta Stone
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Rosetta Stone was released on January 1, 2026 by YoungGoGetta ENT as a part of the album 1of1
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Album1of1
Release DateJanuary 1, 2026
LabelYoungGoGetta ENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taquan Sims
Taquan Sims
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Smith
Allen Smith
Songwriter
Taquan Sims
Taquan Sims
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allen Smith
Allen Smith
Producer
Jacob Klima
Jacob Klima
Mixing Engineer
Taquan Sims
Taquan Sims
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

DJ 80 East
Aye
YGG shit
Look like I cut the lights on
Got my ice on
Smokin' on Rosetta Stone
They know I set the tone
I got your car note and your mortgage on my neck alone
Off this rap shit, I get paid by the metronome
Try touch a stone, it's goin' down like the Metrodome
Rich off a phone
That boy too cold when it come to this rap shit
Brodie from up North he keep a pole, you'll think he wrap gifts
I act sip
Known to get that pack and make it backflip
That trap shit, bitch, I'm coming through like when that crack hit
My pockets fat, my blunt is heavy, my bitch is thick as well
I am not one of them ****, baby, if you couldn't tell
Come through drippin, they tryna come up
End up slippin' like Ezell
I'm too quick, these **** snails
I put zips up on the scale
I put that pack up on the road and tax a **** for the trip
I do what the fuck I want, don't gotta ask a **** for shit
TQ known to put it on
I match the Glock up with the kicks
Kept it stock, don't need a switch
That bitch go blocka when it hit
I been tryna keep it humble, I can really pop my shit
Oneofone don't fuck with **** bout this paper, **** switch
Keep on shittin, make them pissed
If he hating fuck his bitch
**** wish they had my spot
But don't wanna never take no risks
**** wish that he was me
I see it in his eyes
I been that ****
Still that ****, baby, don't be surprised
Pocket full of chicken, this shit stickin' to a **** thighs
I up a roll, my **** eatin' like it's dinnertime
He one of mine he know he good for life
This shit ain't for no likes
Just poured a four of Aunt Jemima in a can of Sprite
Ain't got to write
I left these **** sitting at the light
I ball like Bryce
I don't even get it if I can't buy it twice
I ball like Bryce
I don't even get it if I can't buy it twice
Remember them nights I had to go get it, I was serving hypes
Them boys can try they can't fuck with me
I put that on Christ
Just got some ice I went baguettey
I dropped some light
Went baguettey on they ass
My neck heavy this shit glass
They wasn't ready I'm on they ass
And I'm steady on they
Went baguettey on they ass
My neck heavy this shit glass
They wasn't ready I'm on they ass
And I'm steady on they
Fuck these **** talking bout
Like they don't know I been the one
**** better send someone
YGG shit
Written by: Allen Smith, Taquan Sims
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