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HALO
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Hip-Hop/Rap
HALO was released on January 23, 2026 by broke as a part of the album e.t.d.s.
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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IDK
Musician
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Musician
Deangello Sneed
Deangello Sneed
Vocals
Pierre Jamerson
Pierre Jamerson
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Mills
Jason Mills
Songwriter
Ernest Dion Willson
Ernest Dion Willson
Songwriter
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Songwriter
Deangello Sneed
Deangello Sneed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If I was a killer, I would be like Luigi
Do it real clean, treat the strap like a squeegee (Okay)
Everybody fuck with you and everyone needy
How the fuck we put the co-exist when everyone greedy?
That's why I move by myself, I don't need no one help
Hit the lick on my lonely 'cause they might just tell
Every one of you fake, y'all plastic as hell
Me and soft ass rappers, man, we never gonna gel
[PreChorus]
I pray the thugs keep thuggin', the hoes keep goin'
The fat asses shakin' while the liquor keep pourin'
And they keep lookin' 'cause I keep winnin'
And I keep a—, huh, so I keep grinnin', I'm—
[Chorus]
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap ****)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap ****)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap ****)
Turnin' a hat to a halo
[Verse 2]
Okay, the bottom line is I'm a crook with a deal
If my records don't sell, I'ma rob and steal
If a **** act tough, I don't even gotta shoot 'em
I'ma give they ass the beats like a fuckin' producer
Play 'em like MPC, now he on NBC
Now he on Channel Five and I won't say a peep
If the hounds looking for me, I'ma throw 'em a treat
They find a clue like they Shaggy, I'm like, "It wasn't me, huh"
[Verse 3]
So many imaginary opps
**** don't even be gangsta but they gangsta 'cause of the Glock
So many imaginary thugs
All you rap **** licks, finna rob 'em for the buzz
[PreChorus]
Yeah, the thugs keep thuggin', the hoes keep goin'
The fat asses shakin' while the liquor keep pourin'
And they keep lookin' 'cause I keep winnin'
And I keep a—, huh, so I keep grinnin', I'm—
[Chorus]
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap ****)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap ****)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap ****)
Turnin' a hat to a halo
[Verse 4]
Aye, tell me when I'm in the day room right?
My man from the Southside was listening to that joint, he was bobbing his head like, "Shit"
So I put the headphones in my man's ear
He got to dancin' like, "Shit, that joint catchy as a motherfucker"
[Verse 5]
Plot twist
Rewind back to 2010 in front of the judge for my sentence
State gave me fifteen and they dropped the gavel
Could've got away with three but I wouldn't tattle
Made parole and then I got out (Early)
Hit the studio with Lo and had to rock out (Sturdy)
That's why it's real in my eyes, I made it here no surprise
If I did the whole time, I'd be out in 2025
Written by: Daoud Anthony, Deangello Sneed, Ernest Dion Willson, Jason Mills
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