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BLOOMFIELD
Hip-Hop/Rap
BLOOMFIELD was released on December 31, 2025 by 8 Mile Records as a part of the album THE 8 TAPE
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Release DateDecember 31, 2025
Label8 Mile Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
8 Mile Ray
8 Mile Ray
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
8 Mile Ray
8 Mile Ray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
8 Mile Ray
8 Mile Ray
Engineer

Lyrics

"Dawg tryna tell me I Changed"
(Same Guy From Junior High Ain't nothing change I'm still chill)
(I been trying to stack a bag, I need a crib in Bloomfield)
Same Guy From Junior High Ain't nothing change I'm still chill
I been trying to stack a bag, I need a crib in Bloomfield
This that 2025, ain't gotta touch the steering wheel
How you say you on my side, but it's the way you still feel?
The love don't even feel real, I've been plotting on a mill
I put my youngin' on some money, I can't put him on no drill
In the studio just venting, I don't care about no deal
I hit Deno up to grab a P, that's if I need a Seal
I've been staying out the mix, I done found the legal way
They hate I ain't in the trenches, I ain't gotta serve a J
Brodie in some foreign shit, he used to drive a Chevrolet
You know me and Nell locked in till we retire, Steph and Dre
All the shit that I've been through, you see the trauma in my face
B-Day on the 24th, but I don't talk about that day
Momma say she want a Million, so I gotta find a way
Got the ball, I gotta score it like I'm Kobe on a break
I done got too out of shape
Run a bag up, Lose the weight
Shit, my funds is running low, ain't give a fuck about no tape
Why you rapping about that shit when you know that's a open case?
I'm a gentleman, I'm patient with my women
I got pape
You ain't telling me about what you finna pay
Ain't shit to say
Gotta keep they ass from round me
Cause they don't believe the vision
Told my dawg to go and hustle, chase the money, Not a sentence
I got muscle, I just run the money up like it was fitness
(Same guy from Junior high ain't nothin change I'm still)
(I been stacking up a bag, I need a crib in Bloomfield)
(This that 2025, ain't gotta touch the steering wheel)
(How you say you on my side, but it's a way to still feel?)
Written by: 8 Mile Ray
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