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31K
Hip-Hop/Rap
31K was released on June 5, 2026 by BLACKK 0RDER as a part of the album TAMING THE SOUND, Vol. 1 - EP
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Release DateJune 5, 2026
LabelBLACKK 0RDER
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Catalyst
Jay Catalyst
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Jackson III
James Jackson III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arkive
Arkive
Producer

Lyrics

Look, I'm 31 thousand feet up in the air, and they still feel my foot on they neck, and it's simple
Way that I'm up in the sky, I stay up in they mind, whole time my foot on they temple
Mama say that her body a temple, but Jay make the pussy go pop like a pimple
Outta her body on molly, I stay jeopardizing with vibes 'cause right now the rent low
Who? Who?
Houdini, this shit go poof
Back on a flight, gotta catch a red-eye, touch down, and I'm smoking 'til it hit the roof
Take off the ceiling if that's how you feeling
Converting our conversations in the coupe
We get them purple rocks and then we boot
Fuck **** play, he end up on the news
Stay in your lane, we know what you claim, I pick up my celly, I'm calling Santana
Fox 5 gang with the faux fur, calling my chauffeur, I'm living like a Soprano
Ain't snatching no chains no more, go to war on white like Tony Montana
Dirt on my name, let 'em think it's a joke 'til a **** get smoked when he run outta ammo
Reload, I put my faith in my people, I put my faith in my blammer
Best check that peephole, PTSD 'cause the shots still ring like the camera
Tryna keep shit legal, staying street mode, for the paper, gotta have it
X pill for the cheat code, fuck around, re-roll, I be like, "Fuck, I'm jamming"
Next verse I'm active, had to quote Travis, all of this heat that I'm holding
Flight 'bouta start the descent, I'm floating
Shawty descend to my waist, she going
Mile High Club, I just ordered some tree for the destination, told my brudda to roll it
Counting these 20s and 50s and C-notes
Blended the jay, now my **** is mokin
High off molly and marijuana, my emotion is harder than Farrakhan
Heart turned armor-plated, **** stay getting faded for all of the damage done
That boy, he a joke, got the soap on a rope, locked up and the **** still told
I'm still having dreams of them turning on me, yeah, it's no guarante if they stick to the code
31 thousand feet up in the air, and they still feel my foot on they neck, and it's simple
I'm up in the sky, I stay up in they mind, whole time my foot on they temple
Mama say that her body a temple, but Jay make the pussy go pop like a pimple
Outta her body on molly, I stay jeopardizing with vibes 'cause right now the rent low
Written by: James Jackson III
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