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Perseverance
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Perseverance was released on April 8, 2026 by Glitched Records as a part of the album HaBitUAl
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Release DateApril 8, 2026
LabelGlitched Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Trophy Hoe
The Trophy Hoe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Indigo Holliday
Indigo Holliday
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synapse
Synapse
Producer
Indigo Holliday
Indigo Holliday
Producer

Lyrics

Ahhh
​It's called perseverance
​I sat for a good minute
​I was laying lowkey
​These bitches thought I lost it
​Shit they really thought I lost it
​But I've been on my power trip
​Only boss shit
​See the goddess flip it
And they steady asking what it cost me
​Bitches talking numbers but ain't never cop shit
​You a broke boy probably on some cop shit
​Fuck your hand out
​I ain't had the option only see the progress
​But don't know the process had to take a chance
​And it came with losses see the game was off I had to set the market
​Came with a plan I hit all my targets
​Lost a lot of bitches I see them at the cross roads
​Watch, put out this shit for a reason you gotta love the hustle
​Can't recognize and you stop the lying cause you trying to hang
​Then you the ops, bitch better stay out my lane
​I swear to god that I was meant for this
​I'm on an elevator steady elevate
​I had to hold it down, held bitches up and I could feel them hating
​Pay no attention why these homeless bitches be lonely
​Why you saying know but you don't know me
​Don't even know your bitch she wanna blow me
​Don't even know the bitch she probably owe me
​Probably owe me, probably owe me
​You better get to hoeing
​Better get to hoeing
​Better get to hoeing
​Better get to hoeing
​Fresh to death walking carcass
​Steady dripping like a broken faucet
​Gloss on the lip and a razor blade in the cheek
​Better know I'm it, see me raise the blade from the street
​Call me the pilot in the motherfucking cock pit
​White crystals in the kitchen don't open the crock pot
​My whole squad homegrown know that
​Ain't no way we stopping say you got the plug so we going shopping
​Send the pack east where it's triple profits
​Preach know I preach last living prophet if you fucking with me
​Fuck with empty pockets feed all my people
​Stay with the losses no new friends my plate full
​Got to check the roster doing 20 bitch feel like ET in that flying saucer
​I swear to god that I was meant for this
​I'm on an elevator steady elevate
​I had to hold it down, held bitches up and I could feel them hating
​Pay no attention why these homeless bitches be lonely
​Why you saying know but you don't know me
​Don't even know your bitch she wanna blow me
​Don't even know the bitch she probably owe me
​Probably owe me, probably owe me
​You better get to hoeing
​Better get to hoeing
​Ain't no time for games no time for nonsense
​Haters talk shit but they only talking
​Trying to play the part they've been imposters
​Bitches act out that's why I keep them chop sticks
​Better stand aside cause this K kick back like Bruce Lee
​If I take a L it won't bruise me
​And shit bitches know I ball two, three
​Must admit that this shit was hard work
​Overtime I had to lose sleep
​I turn a dime into a whole piece
​Man a couple times my homies OD'd I felt bad at first
​But the money make a baddy cold G
​Ten crack commandments keep that code G
​It's a cold world she get lonely, damn, bruh
​I swear to god that I was meant for this
​I'm on an elevator steady elevate
​I had to hold it down, held bitches up and I could feel them hating
​Pay no attention why these homeless bitches be lonely
​Why you saying know but you don't know me
​Don't even know your bitch she wanna blow me
​Don't even know the bitch she probably owe me
​Probably owe me,
​You better get to hoeing
​We smoke out don't pour in
​We pull up don't call police
​Verify that I've been doing right on my wrist bitch is a Rollie
​Guarantee some bitches gonna try can't leave the crib without my forty
​I'm a greedy hoe never satisfied that's why I keep on going
​I'm trying to fuck nine brothers this morning
​Yeah I ate up nine inches this morning
Written by: Indigo Holliday
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