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Hidden Wounds
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Hidden Wounds was released on May 29, 2026 by 5004559 Records DK as a part of the album Hidden Wounds - Single
May 29, 2026
Label5004559 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
BPM90
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

One-Thirty baby!
Uhh!
Tryin turn me & dogs into bosses, put us in position
My youngin' deep in the street for some drama, said he bout to spin again
Fuck these bitches I'm chasing this money, run it up these Benjamin's
I'm the last of the realest, these **** fake! I don't need a friend
Free my guys out them cages, stuck doing time, shackles on wrist's
Ain't no rumbling, **** is strap with automatic switches
Did some wrong, just to make it right, I'm sorry for my decisions
Numerous times that we'd slid, pray we make it back from them missions
Opps sending threats to my phone, man they acting bitches
When u talk of the city and you cocky! man they get offended
Man I'm one of kind, I swear I'm nothing like you ****
Pups get put under pressure turn into rats, you **** snitches
This a dirty game can't trust your own homie, shit is wicked
When the reaper on you, you gotta throw him shots so keep your biscuit
Ima survivor, could've lost my life guess ima lucky ****
Don't be lacking, watch your back cuz they'll crop your ass out the picture
Got to be built for the streets, I seen it break all the weaklings
I speak for the trench babies world wide, that can't preach this
Shit real in the field, Fuck them pads & them cleats
They doin drills, smacking shit and leave you flat in the street
I'm outside staying dangerous, seven days about the week
I took losses, caught the chills when I put my guys on a Tee
Me & my **** don't play at all, less we play for keeps
I'm rocking out with my ****, until I'm six feet underneath (Real)
Standing on the business what I'm repping and put my **** on game
I want the money never goin Hollywood
Fuck the fame
Get the gang rollie's, get my bitch all designer things
Do it for my love one's that's up above, I been thru pain
In every hood, guns bustin, cop sirens & murder scenes
Homies crashing out, they let money bitches get in between
What's a name caught his opp, close range and crushed his dreams
Couldn't imagine what he felt, his brain blown out in the street
This the hood life things I love, got taking away from me
Feel like I'm stuck in this trap, trying find a way for me
I did wrong, jam ****, hit licks man I got to eat
I know these **** wanna check me out the game, Nike Me!
Got these **** salty, bitches they cuffing they liking me
And I stay low, and the real **** respect my G
**** threw dirt on my name & them pussies lied on me
I was feeling like Beanie Sigel off a state property
Like I wasn't youngin' with the bandana from the Heights, and was stepping
Like I ain't the same ****, with the bouls I came off the step with
Like I ain't same **** givings handouts, to the ones's that's selfish
Like I ain't same ****, that thug this shit out when I feeling helpless
Alot bullshit! really comes with shit and it had me stressing
Never bitched about the cards dealt to me, I accepted
Don't asks me about ****, I don't hang wit nomore got disconnected
Where I'm from when you lived to see twenty-five that shit a blessing
Written by: Anthony Isiah Mathis
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