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Been Behind
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Been Behind was released on September 20, 2026 by Mud to Gold Records as a part of the album First Edition (Side A)
ReleasedSeptember 20, 2026
LabelMud to Gold Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM64
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Church
Fuck 'em
Whole city don't really fuck with you, tough
I am the villain and hero at once
I am a titan, I don't need a check from a thug
Too blessed, so I'm yellin' church
Real king of the city is Lito or Buck
Fuck all these hippies, I tell 'em what's up
No monopoly on me
These soul sellers stay dwellin' cryin' on IG and jelly as fuck
Neck too red to be scared of a pistol
Ain't you late on that feature for Wizzle
615, he ain't sharin' it neither
No. 7 on shelves like a bottle that's gone in some minutes
Cashville be ballin', now watch how I spin it
My credit too good, they tryin' to prevent it
My cash in the wallet of Batman
There ain't no robbin' around me or you gon' go missin'
You ain't scary dawg, no more them days are OV
Bet the red on back my neck that you don't know me (Don't know me)
Tennessee OG, got that flow creek
My title got no title and these roots done grew a whole tree
I'm bubba to y'all, big 615
Can't beat me or cheat me, got Cheatham in lines
One lane roads, met a go-to mob, pre-villain
I pre-boast my own headline
Leavin' the scene for the next in line
Camouflage jacket majestic with pines
Stay in denial, rejectin' the signs
'Cause I a the leader and you been behind
Behind, tell 'em 615
'Cause I think his ass forgot
Yeah, tell 'em 615
'Cause I think his ass forgot
Tables are turnin', that shit ain't from Cliffy
Your storyline bullshit, same bullshit that miss me
Your PR team grifty, got you lookin' thrifty
You praisin' the Lord, now you sellin' whiskey (Now you sellin' whisky)
When you say the word bubba, you sound like a sissy
I eat from Nash, you struggle to grift it
Pistol ain't got one, I know not to grip it
I'm a grim reaper to kill for the Christians
I got the power to make 'em not listen
And nobody around here gives a fuck
You fake with the prison, got a fake position
You a fake musician, false prophet, walk around with fake envisions
I'm roaming round, you a damn patrician
To be on my level you need my permission
My wingspan big as the hell that you livin'
If you know what's up the gate locked and can't get in
I am the angel, just look how I glisten
That Gladys playing Malice, that's holy division
You ain't scary dawg, I'm the city's OG
David Crocker, get it poppin'
Antioch'll love me
And my soul free, nobody own me
Jason must be Slavic, run DeFord off the whole street
Bow tie, neck red, enemies all dead
My lane, no tread, sleep on, no bed
Ground level, oh yeah, hell bound
Who said, if so? Oh well
Tell 'em 615
'Cause I think his ass forgot
Yeah, tell 'em 615
'Cause I think his ass forgot
Written by: Ryan Upchurch

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