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Would You?
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Would You? was released on January 22, 2026 by J. Saint as a part of the album Outro to Soul Rap
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Release DateJanuary 22, 2026
LabelJ. Saint
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Saint
J. Saint
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Brantley
Jeremy Brantley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EdgMixing
EdgMixing
Mixing Engineer
CLB Yavo
CLB Yavo
Producer

Lyrics

Breaking news, just in
We got a victim by the age of ten
No cracks, no flaws in the name of sin
Another casualty lost in this game to win
Hails from the 'burbs figured he won't stray
A phone and a bag, just a Frito-Lays
At the most no approach for the vicious ways
How you can get gunned down where you were born and raised
Who's at fault? What you saw?
We've all done wrong in the eyes of the law
Back when homicides the line you draw
Rather numb to the crimes when you scorned to flaw
You just a lost hope, weak case
Brain too fried to keep 'ya feet straight
You haul ass like a sweepstakes searching for a fix in due time
But never seem wake
Choose your wish but take in stride
Appear real but a bitch inside
The future's now but morning cries
Any time you disguise what you can't deny
When the warning signs been blinking red
Could give two fucks what the preacher said
Comes no surprise only questions why when we end up dead so
Would you save a soul if a **** was in lack?
Would you open fire if a **** wasn't black?
Steady call a **** brother when you've stabbed him in his back
Would you ever fold? Would your spirit stay in tact?
Would you save a soul if a **** was in lack?
Would you open fire if a **** wasn't black?
Steady call a **** brother when you've stabbed him in his back
Would you ever fold? Would your spirit stay in tact?
Too much lost to pride and greed
The thrill is gone but I'm not naive
You seem unscathed and quite pristine
Looking over your shoulders, a life's routine
Daily life of a spiteful being
You'll never work but you plot and scheme
Dying to live inside and breathe
Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M
'Imma take my chance to make 'sum shake
If a **** got a lose his life then I'm straight
I hold no qualms about my fate
On the quest to revolve from a blind escape, I'm on the run
Uzi nearly weighs a ton
I got a fist full of chips but need major funds
Exception to the rules when I blaze my gun
These are the children of the corn, the abandoned sons
A lost soul 'til the end of time
By any means 'imma get what's mine
Two sides of a coin intertwined
If I'm destined to fall, you'll surely decline
Choice is yours, a line in the sand
Lose your life or you living it grand
A state of mind if you can't understand what's the most at hand so
Would you save a soul if a **** was in lack?
Would you open fire if a **** wasn't black?
Steady call a **** brother when you've stabbed him in his back
Would you ever fold? Would your spirit stay in tact?
Would you save a soul if a **** was in lack?
Would you open fire if a **** wasn't black?
Steady call a **** brother when you've stabbed him in his back
Would you ever fold? Would your spirit stay in tact?
Would you save a soul?
Steady call a **** brother
Written by: Jeremy Brantley
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