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FW19
508
Hip-Hop/Rap
FW19 was released on April 17, 2026 by kuru, under exclusive license to deadAir as a part of the album Backstage hologram
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Release DateApril 17, 2026
Labelkuru, under exclusive license to deadAir
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
kuru
kuru
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
kuru
kuru
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
kuru
kuru
Mixing Engineer
Bhertuy
Bhertuy
Producer
Moa
Moa
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy, I can tell you how it is, but I know you not gonna like the truth
Speak what's on your mind so you can tell me what's enticing you
I could throw the Xan back quick like my own vices do
Champagne in the back seat, how I like to move (Uh, uh)
Benz truck, not a taxi, know I'm ridin' too (Ridin' too)
I can show you how to make four-thousand in an afternoon (Afternoon, uh, uh)
Give up on a promise, I'm not tryna make up no excuse (Yeah)
Gettin' money with the whole team is what I like to do (Oh, oh, yeah)
You just 'boutta hold me back, that's why I lied to you (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Yellow like the color of my shoes, that's how I'm steppin' in (Oh, oh)
Know you can't get into the TMS residence (Oh, yeah)
C-Craig Green all up on the floor, not no dead presidents (Oh, yeah)
Oh my, lost my head again, hope I don't step in it (Oh, yeah)
Throw back another fifteen pills just for the sedatives (Oh, oh)
This shit too repetitive, I promise you're not gettin' it, like
No, I promise, I never wanted to be a star (Star)
Look me in the eyes and tell me who you really are (Who you are)
Rolls Royce in LES, put that bitch in park (Park)
I'm just tryna spread my message 'fore I make a quick depart ('Part, 'part; oh my God)
It's running back again, I'm tryna set the bar (Backstage)
But I can't see a thing, I swear it's gettin' dark (Yohji)
All up on my toe, while my bro steps in Clarks
Rolls (Yeah, yeah), I'm tryna' make my mark (Oh, yeah)
I lost it, I think we the trending topic, yeah (Yeah)
Want it then you got it, I put money all on top of ya (Yeah)
Can't do it without 'em, think like I just need like all of ya (Oh, oh, oh)
Play up in the front, shoot the three, now I'm ballin', yeah (Three)
I made twenty bands, twenty bands, off the wake up (Oh, oh, oh)
It don't make no sense how you can't get your cake up (Oh, oh, oh)
I know that's too sad, that's too bad, stay awake, up (Oh, oh, oh)
I know that you sad, they not real just like Steak-umms (Oh, oh, oh)
It's too bad I pace 'em, I count every second (Oh, oh, oh)
My lil' bro tryna teach a lesson, grip the Smith & Wesson (Oh, oh, oh)
Told me please give me a lil' second, I'm 'bout to just answer your question (Oh, oh, oh)
You can't help me, then shut up, I'm tryna spread my message (Oh, oh, oh)
Ayy, I can tell you how it is, but I know you not gonna like the truth
Speak what's on your mind so you can tell me what's enticing you
I could throw the Xan back quick like my own vices do
Champagne in the back seat, how I like to move (Uh, uh)
Benz truck, not a taxi, know I'm ridin' too (Ridin' too)
I can show you how to make four-thousand in an afternoon (Afternoon, uh, uh)
Give up on a promise, I'm not tryna make up no excuse (Yeah)
Written by: kuru
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