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Rocket 900
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rocket 900 was released on May 1, 2026 by Absense as a part of the album NYC RGR
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AlbumNYC RGR
Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelAbsense
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Absense
Absense
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Waite
Jaime Waite
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LIWI
LIWI
Producer
KAZU
KAZU
Producer

Lyrics

LIWI (Ay, shout out my **** LIWI man)
Finna take off like a rocket ship
Get to the top, ain't no stoppin' shit
Dressed in all black, ain't no gothic shit
She just said I am the topic
Bitch, I can get lit on my own time
Call with your problems, don't clog up my phone line
We make a hit, they gon' drop out on both sides
I make a hit, then I'm switchin' the coastline (woo)
We hit a bitch, not a whip on the Northside
I stay outside 'cause my crib got no porch lights
I count it now 'cause I needed some Porsche lights
I-95, I might fuck around, take flight (woo)
I got the bands and she thinkin' it's date night
Shippin' the package, I wish it a great night
If it don't look like the picture, I'm hopin' it taste right
Sippin' that water, it look like a Great White (okay)
Finna take off like a rocket ship
Get to the top, ain't no stoppin' shit
Dressed in all black, ain't no gothic shit
She just said I am the topic
Bitch, I can get lit on my own time
Call with your problems, don't clog up my phone line
We make a hit, they gon' drop out on both sides
I make a hit, then I'm switchin' the coastline (woo)
They tryna find me (what?)
These ****, they couldn't understand the assignment (okay)
They're not in alignment (hold on)
These ****, they think they were studying Simon (says)
I gotta tell them to stop it (stop it)
How you gon' cop a consignment? (huh?)
How you gon' get me a body?
When you couldn't get you a body
I thought out the box like I'm Roddy (ee-er)
I locked in and I got in that mode (ee-er)
Had some patience, I made me a mold (ee-er)
Got the keys now I'm taking control (ee-er)
Fuck the cake, I make bread off the O (oh)
Need some cheese, they gon' sell me they soul (woah)
Jesus piece, got it covered in stones (woah)
Talk out his neck, he gon' think that he grown (ooh)
Finna take off like a rocket ship
Get to the top, ain't no stoppin' shit
Dressed in all black, ain't no gothic shit
She just said I am the topic
Bitch, I can get lit on my own time
Call with your problems, don't clog up my phone line
We make a hit, they gon' drop out on both sides
I make a hit, then I'm switchin' the coastline (woo)
Written by: Jaime Waite
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