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UHORIAN
Hip-Hop/Rap
UHORIAN was released on August 7, 2026 by Forever In Victory, Everyday as a part of the album BIG EFFIN STAR*
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Release DateAugust 7, 2026
LabelForever In Victory, Everyday
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
j shiest
j shiest
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Parks
Jerry Parks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamall
Jamall
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, baby, if you don't love me for real, then just tell me
I got a substance inside of my belly
That shit right there, it ain't nothin', I'm tellin' you
Tell them fuck **** quit calling my cellular
Trying to branch out from that shit and it's evident
Boy, you police, you be leaving out evidence
Peanut butter glock, now, show me your jelly
Ain't nothin' gon' change, I'm working, expanding my range
It got a lil' bigger
Pinning that hoe to the frame
I'm diggin' her out and I make her scream out I'm that ****
Boy, that ain't never been your game
Don't know why you postin' that glock, why you posting that trigger?
**** ain't got no creative direction with they music
They just be posting them trillers
Uh, I'm tired as fuck
Deal with it later, it's **** that real life wanna kill me
Show nun' but love to the people around me
You tell them they wrong, they gon' show you the villain
I'm in some geek shit, for real, take a picture
Tagged the location as "beast of the belly"
Lately, it's not a day that's goin' by I'm not thinkin' about committing celibacy
Your honor, please tell me the relevance
I don't like **** that just be tellin' shit
I'm the one for real, I talk to the reverend
Babyboi Five, I'm Jody, I'm the real one
Too many **** talkin' that ain't drilled nun'
Zotman don't know you, ****, you ain't spilled nun'
I finished watchin' Michael Jackson
Now I just Moonwalk to money since I left the cinema
Ooh, I'm geeked up, ****, I'm loaded
Don't call me Eli, ****, I don't know you
Left hand, shooting the stick like Ginobili
I catch a kill and I'm screaming out, oh yeah!
Iron fist king, I'm feelin' like Heihachi
Take her to Kiku if she want hibachi
Latina mommy, scream out mariachi
They look for me like I'm leading the Taliban
Only white girls I fuck with is Lola and Allison
Shout out my dog, I miss Allison
Can't believe all them **** said I wasn't talented
****, you know that I'm talented
I got goals, I wanna be a lawyer
But it's no way I'm finna be a tattletale
I'm on the south side with Tee Five
Toting shell catchers, 'cause might as well
Beat up these beats, I'm feelin' like I'm Future
Don't argue with **** that don't got no future
You let them goofy **** in your crew
They fuckin' shit up and they make you look stupid
I shoot them 'bows to your hoe like I'm cupid
Boy, you not the GOAT, we just use the term loosely
Wilding my style for that brick like I'm Lucy
Dreads going down to my back feel like Tunechi
If you don't love me for real, then just tell me
I got a substance inside of my belly
That shit right there, it ain't nothin', I'm tellin' you
Tell them fuck **** quit calling my cellular
Trying to branch out from that shit and it's evident
Boy, you police, you be leaving out evidence
Peanut butter glock, now, show me your jelly
Ain't nothin' gon' change, I'm working, expanding my range
It got a lil' bigger
Pinning that hoe to the frame
I'm diggin' her out and I make her scream out I'm that ****
Boy, that ain't never been your game
Don't know why you postin' that glock, why you posting that trigger?
**** ain't got no creative direction with they music
They just be posting them trillers
Written by: Jerry Parks
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