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Simply

Hip-Hop/Rap

Simply was released on April 1, 2026 by 4669772 Records DK as a part of the album Zen Mode 3

Song Details

AlbumZen Mode 3

Release DateApril 1, 2026

Label4669772 Records DK

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM73

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Michael Gerard Wilson Jr

Michael Gerard Wilson Jr

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Michael Gerard Wilson Jr

Michael Gerard Wilson Jr

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Datsamallbeat

Producer

Lyrics

So we all gone see,

Who we all gone be.

This is our history.

This is God, it's me.

So we all gone see,

Who we all gone be.

This is our history.

This is God, it's me.

Came out the gutter I'm made to be,

Somewhere, were somebody slaving me.

I'm lost ain't nobody saving me,

But I'm knowing my grandmama prayed for me.

Put in the work losing days of sleep.

Glow up I want all my babes to see.

Remember the parking lot vacancy,

Ain't nobody show up now they praising me.

Shit ain't work out when the haters speak.

Blaming their failures and ways on me.

Walk with a Smith, like I'm Jada P.

I'd rather a Jayda Wayda please.

Dealt with a lot, I mean A to Z.

It's ironic cause all of it made a G.

Wavy cook up when he made the beat,

Look how I multiply it today's a feast.

Ya

Pop out the cut and went bussing the mag,

Left all that shit you was on in the past.

We was the ones putting leather to ass,

Step out your shell, or you gone get is smashed.

All bout the wealth, all I think of is cash.

How do I build it up so it don't crash?

How can I stack it to make this shit last?

Pop out the cut and went bussing the mag,

Left all that shit you was on in the past.

We was the ones putting leather to ass,

Step out your shell, or you gone get is smashed.

All bout the wealth, all I think of is cash.

How do I build it up so it don't crash?

How can I stack it to make this shit last?

That's me, I'm P.

A Playa, Simply.

I'm doing backflips in a bih sheets.

I beat it down till her legs get weak.

I sold more P's, than groceries.

Wrap packs, my raps wrote these.

You say you love me,

I tell hoe please.

Then do me like Jesus,

Get on your knees.

Sweat out your due,

Without your crew.

They gone do them,

So do you too.

Pull out your phone,

Record this view.

This altitude to you seem new.

To me it's not.

My tempt too hot.

Soon as I pop,

Blow up the spot.

I went Zen Mode,

tell the world Mike dropped.

And it's 10 toes till Michael stop

Ya.

Came out the gutter I'm made to be,

Somewhere, were somebody slaving me.

I'm lost ain't nobody saving me,

But I'm knowing my grandmama prayed for me.

Put in the work losing days of sleep.

Glow up I want all my babes to see.

Remember the parking lot vacancy,

Ain't nobody show up now they praising me.

Shit ain't work out when the haters speak.

Blaming their failures and ways on me.

Blaming their failures and ways on me….

Written by: Michael Gerard Wilson Jr

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