album cover
LACES
Hip-Hop/Rap
LACES was released on June 17, 2026 by Dijons House as a part of the album another GOOD day
album cover
Release DateJune 17, 2026
LabelDijons House
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ronnie Dijon
Ronnie Dijon
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alfonso Williams
Alfonso Williams
Songwriter
RONNIE COLQUITT
RONNIE COLQUITT
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mikey Moscato
Mikey Moscato
Mastering Engineer
Black Majjic
Black Majjic
Producer

Lyrics

Hm hm woah, hm woah, woah, woah Got my shoes laced up, I ain't running away for no fade
Ain't nothin' better but blessings and gettin' paid
I'm on a high level, forgive my enemies but if it's static look forgive me, I'll park traffic
Hm I'm sorry God, it's hard for me to turn the other cheek
When **** say they ain't deep, the shit really deep
That's why I roll on my own I don't hang around sheep's
Fuck the streets and everything it represents It took my sister, and left my shoulders with
A chip
I ain't crash out yet, that shit's a suicide And fuck your respect, a **** tryna stay
Alive I'll kill for peace until it's unified, I ain't here to be a leader
I'm just tryna bury lies, **** celebrate the violence
While we slow down to the rhythms steady losin' lives
Fuck your hood and fuck your block and everything you represent
If you kill the children, my ****, burn this bitch down and hang him from a tree
And let his soul be free, and let his momma see
If I was God, everything would be deceased
Hmm, hmm, tell them lil' **** read books, and get active
Set some goal in your life, ****, big practice had to sit down for a bit, now I'm real active
Real active real active
Hut one, hop, two, three, four, I don't fear, no shit, no more
Hut one, hop, two, three, four
What the fuck they gon' talk about next
You can't move it, young ****, who ain't never pressed
What the fuck do you mean you can't read it
It don't matter since you got some bling and you flexed
Oh I'm disgusted, talk tough but your soul on mute
Can't read but you brag bout loot
Got drip but your soul ain't fruit
Say less and I walk in the proof, I'm disgusted
I ain't no different, I'm the same **** as you
Tryna heal what I been through, still fighting old wounds
This world cold, but my faith stays strong, the untold
Hmm, hmm, two of them lil' **** are late books, so get out
Hmm, hmm, tell them lil' **** read books, and get active
Set some goal in your life, ****, big practice had to sit down for a bit, now I'm real active
Real active real active
Hut one, hop, two, three, four, I don't fear, no shit, no more
Hut one, hop, two, three, four
Written by: Alfonso Williams, RONNIE COLQUITT
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...