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Ninja
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Hip-Hop
Ninja was released on April 10, 2026 by Compound Management LLC as a part of the album Compound
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Release DateApril 10, 2026
LabelCompound Management LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Compound
Compound
Rap
Dave East
Dave East
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Dobson
Travis Dobson
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Pacal Bayley
Pacal Bayley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Compound
Compound
Producer
DJ Pain1
DJ Pain1
Producer

Lyrics

You should've took a chance when you had a chance to fuck with me
I ain't got no time for these hoes and this fuckery
Tryna knock me off my square 'cause she wanna suck on me
I put it in your mouth, so I don't want you kissing me
But all she really want is a bag of some Tiffany
Had to get ghost 'cause I had another epiphany
All this ice on me, and it's getting kinda slippery
Let 'em go, send 'em at you blowing like a symphony
So I can make you disappear, and now your life is history
If you wanna get close to me, you gotta have initial fee
Gotta keep 'em guessing, blues clues, like a mystery
I'm on some different shit and your bitch says she's sick of me
Swiping all these hoes to the left like it's Tinder
Moving through the trenches, I'm quiet like a ninja
Do my dirt by myself, I'm kinda like Shinobi
Trained assassin, shoot your lights out, Ginobili
Why you so nosy? You really don't know me
You be clout chasing, I'm tryna stay low-key
Hey, shh, I'm tryna stay low-key
Shh, shh, tryna stay low-key (know me)
When you make it happen, you don't kill daddy
Public housing first mission was to touch a touch a thousand
Then a million, after that, you try to own the building (uh)
Mama started acting different 'cause she know we dealing (sorry)
I was supposed to be in school trying to read and write (uh)
Until we found out the key of white is the key to life (life)
Arm & Hammer, baking, soda I just needed ice
We ain't gotta keep in touch, I just need it nice
I got some sales across town, I just need a bite (uh)
Real chicken with the beans, I just need some rice
Harlem world, keep me some money, tryna get all the girls (all the girls)
Turn up on your haters, I bet they all a earl
Walking through the trenches like I'm not famous
Fuck 12, since I was 12, knew the cops haters (I know it, fuck 'em)
Free all of my ****, let 'em out them cages (my ****)
Make the crowds scream your name when I'm rockin' stage
Swiping all these hoes to the left like it's Tinder
Moving through the trenches, I'm quiet like a ninja
Do my dirt by myself, I'm kinda like Shinobi
Trained assassin, shoot your lights out, Ginobili
Why you so nosy? You really don't know me
You be clout chasing, I'm tryna stay low-key
Hey, shh, I'm tryna stay low-key
Shh, shh, I'm tryna stay low-key
Written by: David Brewster, Pacal Bayley, Travis Dobson
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