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Final Take
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Final Take was released on February 20, 2026 by Independent as a part of the album Final Take - Single
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Release DateFebruary 20, 2026
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RK
RK
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
glo yo
glo yo
Composer
Reece Kane
Reece Kane
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Class
A Class
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ayo, I came up with some broken dreams, in this broken place
Went cunch for P, started living in a smoker's place
Started shotting, seen my dreams shatter like a broken plate
Got rushed, never broke my spirit, only broke my face
Never been a misguided man, I've always known my place
Fuck being rich alone, I'd rather be broke with mates
I served the same cats for years, now they know my face
Even know my name from my music, man, these roads too bait
Still nuttin changed when I'm driving through my old estate
Why you beefing for the ends, bro? You don't own this place
Only got love for my fam and my oldest mates
How can we have warm hearts? We grew up in the coldest place
Never been a man afraid to own up to my own mistakes
Got bagged in cunch and I couldn't do nuttin but hold my face
That's how the roads go, I tell my broski, "Roll in safe"
But the roads cold so bro's rolling with his pole in case
Is it wrong to sell food to put food on my table?
I never wanted much, just to be financially stable
My mum worked her arse off, and for that, I'm always grateful
But I wanted what my friends had and we was never able
To buy nice things, so I got them in another way
Remember mum saved up all year to book our holiday
She was so proud of herself, we'd never gone away
Nowadays, I could book a flight and take my mum away
'Cause I do a twenty hour shift and then I count my bread
Four-five hours sleep, I'm back out my bed
I told myself, "Twenty racks won't put down the pebs"
Still I'm breaking down these rocks like Velms and Fred
I dreamt I was rich, now I can't get it out my head
New gen kids don't want money, they want clout instead
Get touched, better touch back or it downs your cred
Said get touched, better touch back or it downs your cred
Violate the gang, I'll turn Beetlejuice, my face appears
These teeth come from Turkey but they ain't veneers
God forbid I have a daughter, then I gotta face my fears
Newsflash, selling pics on OnlyFans, that ain't careers
Just a bunch of crackheads and thugs where I'm living
So I started selling drugs for a living
When we bring arms out, it's not hugs that we giving
Bro goes pen so much, I think he loves it in prison
And I don't need a hundred friends, I need a hundred M's
I just hit the trap, now I'm counting up one hundred tens
Ain't a spot I ain't touched, I been through one hundred ends
Licked down a crop and now I'm cutting through a hundred stems
I got food in the microwave like Uncle Ben's
I done some foul shit but I'd never bump my friends
Not another trapper-rapper talking 'bout his funds again
I guarantee your re-up P is under ten
Cats on the corner, I pull up like, "Who you waiting for?"
He tried to lie and say he ain't came to score
I said, "I weren't born yesterday, now, what you take me for?
You're either getting served by me or I'ma break your jaw"
I hate when cats bring next shottas to the ends
Seen 'em in their car, now I gotta ram him and his friends
When I think about this life, it gets me sad, I won't pretend
So I signed to Virgin, can't believe I'm selling this again
'Cause all I ever wanted was a stress-free life
Paul said he gets paid later, can he get three white
He told me, "Please, bro, I need one to set me right"
I can't stand when cats beg, man, it gets me tight
But, yo, I'm serving up these creatures
Who's in that car, bro, is it feds or is it geezas?
Came up around robbers and drug dealers, just a bunch of dreamers
Tryna hit a move, we weren't tryna be no streamers
Feds spun the car, I had to do one hundred metres
PTSD, my heart skips when I see Beemas
Grinding every day, that's just standard procedures
Accumulate my blood, sweat and tears, it would be litres
Written by: Reece Kane, glo yo
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