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TURF
Hip-Hop/Rap
TURF was released on May 1, 2026 by A Ju-Ish Company, LLC as a part of the album TURF - Single
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Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelA Ju-Ish Company, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Julius Leroy Davis Jr
Julius Leroy Davis Jr
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julius Leroy Davis Jr
Julius Leroy Davis Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maxmizacion
Maxmizacion
Producer

Lyrics

Lock in, put in work
Sheep, I lead the hurd
Believe that shit you heard
Yes, I'm preferred
Yes, I am absurd
Yes, my name a verb
Yes, I preach the word
Proverb 1-6-3rd
know my plan was heard
Loyal fans I lured
On a upward curve
Get off my Turf
Lock in, Watch me work
Watch me write a
Hit you where it Jalen Hurts
Desert Eagle
Fuck you, put you on a shirt
Blood Sweat Tears
Got it from the Dirt
I was chose from birth
Here you heard it first
I got grind, got grit
So let me reassert
Bitch, I'm living proof
Testimony, my truck ain't got no roof
Panoramic, it's not even a coupe
Beats, I swerve, all my shit on loop
In the mirror, it's all on you
The way I win, you lose you think I use voodoo
I do
Just playing around, it's God
I like to screw
Motherfucker it's the Ju
Print me bills cause I got a plan baby and they're blue
Contagious, achoo
Got a different view
Dancing paper chasing, I pursue
Revenue in lieu of…
Hold up wait, a queue
I think that that's my cue
I'm in peak state, it's surge
VIP, it's reserved
Walk through don't say a word
Wave to security, being the purge
Bitch **** get perturbed
I told you I was the wave so get out or get submerged
Where I been resting, energy conserved
I'm back, nobody spared
Get off my Turf
Lock in, Watch me work
Watch me write a
Hit you where it Jalen hurts
Desert Eagle
Fuck you, put you on a shirt
Blood Sweat Tears
Got it from the Dirt
I was chose from birth
Here you heard it first
I'm preaching to ****, let me read a verse
Michael, I'm air
Moonwalk on melodies, I'm Fred Astaire
Threaten your air, play wit me no **** won't ever dare
my skin tough, **** is snakes and shedding theirs
Claiming they G so join the league and move to Delaware
Popping, getting perks
**** just popping perks
Shall I reassert
Look how I work
Grip on this Uzi Vert
Put it in reverse
And get immersed
This body is your dessert
I'm no expert but
I think I killed, X **** out
Bloodstains on my SZA shirt
I get what I deserve
I deserve what I earn
I live and learn
I decide, I discern
I pass on what I learn
I'm blunt, it burn
I'm on how the blunt burn
Wash you out, be a perm
Invest, get a return
My dreams confirm
That's It's my turn
Now make bitch yearn
Get off my Turf
Lock in, Watch me work
Watch me write a
Hit you where it Jalen hurts
Desert Eagle
Fuck you, put you on a shirt
Blood Sweat Tears
Got it from the Dirt
I was chose from birth
Here you heard it first
I'm preaching to ****, rewind play my verse
I ain't new to this
I'm true to this
The game I'm glue to this
I mean but you knew this
Patek, I raise my fist
In Ju you trust
Foot to neck my wrist it match get froze with us
You can fuck with us?
Hoe stop doing drugs
Bitch, stay in the mud
Written by: Julius Leroy Davis Jr
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