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Consignment
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Consignment was released on January 23, 2026 by 448 Empire as a part of the album Real Is Rare
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Release DateJanuary 23, 2026
Label448 Empire
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Dashawn Walls
Michael Dashawn Walls
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Dashawn Walls
Michael Dashawn Walls
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Dashawn Walls
Michael Dashawn Walls
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Huh, I say this when you know it, I'ma just talk to him, you heard me
You know, I know **** wanna know it, how **** went from it
Where we came from, you know **** was having
Twenty, thirty thousand dollar weeks, you know
Rolls, Royces, Lamborghinis and shit
Yameen, real diamonds and shit, you know, bust down VVs, you heard me
Talkin' that 448 shit, don't give a fuck what a **** say shit
Put guns to the face shit, who wanna die today shit
You heard me? You know I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma leaving out the same way I came in
Ayy, I'm on some jeezy trap or die shit
It's a top slime bitch, told him fly to work and don't Drive it ****
We on a time limit, got 250 on consignment ****
I ain't gotta buy shit and we pop shit and we drop shit, boy
And 12 can't stop shit, I'm your neighborhood dope man
I'm who get them bows in, since 17 I had motion
800 block where I'm posted
Dad caught 12 inside the feds for dropping fiends said the dope too potent
I'ma trapper like my daddy, ask my mama, and, bitch, you know it
Tell them hoes get off my dick, they let the wrong **** get rich
Watch how you coming out your shit, you make my list, I'll get you hit
Told them folks that we killed his mans, goddamn his ass a snitch
Claimed we killed his cousin and they ain't do shit, his ass a bitch
God been blessing all my steppers, I ran it up and I'm doing better
In the county jail getting cheddar, Intel tried stop all my letters
100,000 for my necklace, 30,000 for my bezel
Feds took my jewlery, I buckled in my heart know I ain't worried, fuck it
**** know that I get money, ain't no one gonna touch it, play and i'll up it
Never seen a drought bitch, I'ma flood it
50 sold and I ain't even have to touch it
The feds watching, I don't care ****, fuck it
Your mans died, I don't care ****, fuck it
It's top slime bitch, you know how I'm coming
Pistol on me bitch you know that I'm thuggin, plug text me told me send a addy, uh
He'll just send the package, tom brady, bitch you quarterback it, uh
Randy moss I catch it, thank God ****, my plug invested
If we take a loss, he gon' send it again
Got out of jail and I'm trapping again, go hard **** from beginning to end
Doctor told me I got trap-itis, cause no one trap like me
Diamonds hit like them bitches fighting and we don't do no back biting
Fuck a deal, got a half a mil, 800 block and I rep the ville
Fuck a case cause I'm a trap in jail
Fuck a bitch cause I'm rich for real, I'm slime ****
Told you bitch I'm slime ****
Hoes know I'm slime ****
Call me top slime ****
Trap or die
Written by: Michael Dashawn Walls
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