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.22
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.22 was released on July 17, 2026 by Mass Appeal as a part of the album Sock It 2 My Pocket
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Release DateJuly 17, 2026
LabelMass Appeal
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Performer
Havoc
Havoc
Programming
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Havoc
Producer
Sloan Welsch
Sloan Welsch
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Futurewave
Futurewave
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Yeah) look, look, look
Don't get it fucked up, I'm a artist on a mission (uh-huh)
Kill solo acts, then bury they whole squad wit' 'em
Got the whole globe opened off the izm
Inspire by how I high I risen, made dollar signs outta all my visions (cash)
I got the gift like Professor X
If somebody ever poppin' your shit, quick, we press eject (haha)
No respect for the counterfeit
Watered down over the counter, clowns spit, they don't amount to shit (trash)
This the mountain of blow Tony was 'bout to sniff
Dope audio, your broad adore the glow
If a **** hatin', he really applaud on the low (fuck outta here)
Lord knows my plight, plenty nights tryna get right
Out to go from no dough to glamor life
Hearin' grandma's prayers, sellin' Gary a gram of white (uh-huh)
Grindin', now we goin' for Grammys, victory's in my sight
It's much closer, got the soul of a bold soldier
Cold shoulder, cut her off with no closure (woop)
Friend or foe, keep the grass low to show a cobra
When they envy the glow, they can't keep composure
Knew I would grow from the street to an elite composer
I was confident, I know profit and consequence
No suprise I prospered off plots that my mind invent (uh-huh)
Aimin' for the top, got a quarter block inside the vent
Worst come to worst, we'll always a-bring a dollar in
We up now, speedin' in a coupe (coupe)
Addicted to the game, fiendin' for the loot
Got everything to gain, I done seen too many lose
I gotta shoot my shot, I started out with a .22
We up now, speedin' in a coupe (coupe)
Addicted to the game, fiendin' for the loot
Got everything to gain, I done seen too many lose
Gotta shoot my shot, I started out with a .22 (uh)
Don't give a fuck who you are (uh-uh), I black out like Doctor Umar
The plot's to get lots of loot, cribs, guns, and new cars (uh-huh)
And plenty bidnesses, I been the shit, only out to benefit
You bum-ass **** never been interestin' (never)
This the main event
Came up out the audience, it's awesome how you lame's fame came and went (you **** washed)
This how it go though, ain't shit changed
Now my target at the range is all my foes in a photo (blow, blow, blow)
Line 'em up, only align with the same minds as us
Been a mastermind, turn a minus to a major plus (uh-huh)
Got the vision like a palm reader
See my pie multiply from a fraction, it's simple math (uh)
You build-powers just roadkill, dead in the path
Five-four bills, don't spend it all, put bread in the stash
Did dope deals, now these labels wanna throw me a bag (uh-huh)
For real, this shit I put in the page'll forever last (uh)
We up now, speedin' in a coupe (coupe)
Addicted to the game, fiendin' for the loot
Got everything to gain, I done seen too many lose
I gotta shoot my shot, I started out with a .22
We up now, speedin' in a coupe (coupe)
Addicted to the game, fiendin' for the loot
Got everything to gain, I done seen too many lose
Gotta shoot my shot, I started out with a .22
Written by: J. Allen
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