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Hidden Gemz
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hidden Gemz was released on May 22, 2026 by Marinara Mafia as a part of the album Hidden Gemz - Single
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Release DateMay 22, 2026
LabelMarinara Mafia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guido
Guido
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
VincentS
VincentS
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
VincentS
VincentS
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Came out the mud with the fiends and the felons
With the broke-ass tenants and them roach motelments
Where the dope boys dwell and the smoke keep billin
But I still bust bright like a froze-up pennant
Junkyard city where the guns stay gritty
And them young boys empty off the rum and the henny
With the one-eyed twitch from the funds gone missin
Now the whole block stare when the kids start glistenin
Trap-like runner with a black nine tucked
And the fast mind stuck in the bad side slump
Where the task force rush and the crackpipes buzz
But I still rose clean from the ash like what
Southside grammar with the foul-mouth slang
And the wild-out anger from the count down to danger
Where the loud packs land and the crowd start scatterin
Now the diamonds dance while the clowns stay panickin
Red-hood villain with the steel-toe pivot
And the ill-flow venom with the field ops blitzin
Every meal got split and the bills stay hittin
Now the wrist look lit but the grind stay different
Cold nights lurkin' with the broke boys servin
And the old white burban got the whole squad swervin
I was low-dirt hurtin' with the no lights burnin
Now the glow hit crazy when the strobe lights turnin
Backseat savage with the fast weed habit
And the cash keep vanishing, the trap keep crashin
Where the tax team snatchin' and the rats keep yappin
But I stayed on point, now the chains all flashin
Came from the curb where the fools get buried
And the tools stay dirty and the mood stay eerie
Where the news vans lurkin' and the crew starts starin
But I still cut through like a blue-flame clarity
Dead broke menace with a head gone heavy
And the feds stay pressin' every step that I rep
But the pressure keep buildin' now the gemstones flexin
From a piss-poor block where the stress stay endless
Buried in the mud with the blood and the rust
Steel cut clean when the floodgates bust
Cold heart chrome with a soul gone numb
Came from the gutter where the low-lifes hunt
Night shift hustle where the rain still dumpin
Same old hunger had the veins all pumpin
Face all hollow but the stare stayed blunt
Diamond in the dirt still shine through the dust
Back block phantom with a backpack packed
Black mask strapped when the cash got tracked
Fast talk slid but the rats got whacked
Pain made pressure now the crack turned glass
Well I think we found the hidden gem
We struck gold, we're rich
Written by: Vincent Spinale
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