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CBFW
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Hip-Hop/Rap
CBFW was released on July 3, 2026 by Glass Window Entertainment/Motown Records as a part of the album S.K.A.T.E.
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Rap
Jayrich
Jayrich
Programming
Kalop Exavis Carpenter
Kalop Exavis Carpenter
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Adams
Ryan Adams
Songwriter
Richard DeBerry
Richard DeBerry
Songwriter
Kalop Exavis Carpenter
Kalop Exavis Carpenter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jayrich
Jayrich
Recording Engineer, Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mastering Engineer
Kalop Exavis Carpenter
Kalop Exavis Carpenter
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
At my lowest, in my Rolls with my bros
In my Porsche, in my Ford with my bros
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Running with gangsters in the projects took away my childhood
Took a shot, can't quit leaning, 4 a.m., I call for it
Told my bro to catch a hat, but I ain't no hater, so I applaud
One of the guys took a pill that was pressed up, he died for it
Lil' bro too freaky, he fucked a female he already know was burning
Poured up in a juice because I love punch like Tina Turner
Give a **** they props, 'cause he fell off only reason he humble
Lot of these artists is my sons, should get some royalties from 'em
Bro just came home, but when you a jailbird, it's hard to come up
So ready to spin, he'll go with anyone like Walker Summer
Got my location, but you asking a thousand questions
What you know? What you on?
You said I'm clone, like what you be on?
I made the vibes, shave and douche
Don't do no beating around the bush
Shout out the bros, you let 'em go
You was gon'— yeah, but you froze
But you froze, you's a ho
I just want you to know
In Matty Boy, but I'm grown
They Levi's, but it's Chrome
I left some flowers inside a Rolls
You get exposed 'cause you told
I make her rock, I'm not emo
I got old three thousand clothes (Yeah, yeah)
Let's go, G6s, got plenty
How many? I got you
Hit me up, pick you up
Rolls truck, nothing like dude
I'm from the trenches where we get paid for traveling to the outskirts
I let 'em fall through
She asking me what I got empty baby bottles around the house for
A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain
This part of Miami much like Arizona
Sup with these jabronis speaking on the gang?
He told in the courtroom, but he really smack shit
Ain't mess up his motion, just fucked up his name
I'ma teach my nephew don't be on no gay shit
In any situation, don't tell 'cause it's lame
[Chorus]
At my lowest, in my Rolls with my bros
In my Porsche, in my Ford with my bros
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Kalop Exavis Carpenter, Richard DeBerry, Ryan Adams
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