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Jackpot
Hip-Hop/Rap
Jackpot adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Block Boy Mafia Inc. tarafından 7 Ekim 2022 tarihinde yayınlandıIrvin Jackson (Deluxe) A Block Boy Mafia Story
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Çıkış Tarihi7 Ekim 2022
FirmaBlock Boy Mafia Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM89

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Irv Da God
Irv Da God
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Duke Irvin
Derrick Duke Irvin
Songwriter

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I been through hard times
Stackin this money getting this paper
Now it’s all mine
Everyday trappin making it happen on the front line
Bleeding the block me and my glock
Yea it’s game time
Trap after trap puttin in work
I’m talkin all night
Can’t tell me nothing ****
I got with my own grind
No room for sucka ****
You pussy can get flatlined
Run up these numbers im triple 7 like i’m jackpot
King of the streets holding my crown through these hard times
Rap what trap
Show me your netwoth
You frontn you cappin
U got no network
It’s all just part of the game
It’s all the same.
Can’t maintain pain
While they walk g through the flames
**** get money buy chains & make a name
You trappin off pounds you movin work
You sellin weight
They all fall off
Soon as they start moving Astray
It’s more than enough room get money right off the plate
I been through hard times
Stackin this money getting this paper
Now it’s all mine
Everyday trappin making it happen on the front line
Bleeding the block me and my glock
Yea it’s game time
Trap after trap puttin in work
I’m talkin all night
Can’t tell me nothing ****
I got with my own grind
No room for sucka ****
You pussy can get flatlined
Run up these numbers im triple 7 like i’m jackpot
King of the streets holding my crown through these hard times
I play the streets like it the blacktop (Blacktop)
Known triple threat when hustle hard
When i’m on da block
I ain’t seen the
I can never vouch for a nigha
Who never put in work
Fuck getting out da mug
I dig it outta da dirt.
Hard times will show true colors & what you really worth
Either life gonna mold or fold
Or leave you hurt
Pops told me if he who you who he is believe him
Knowing me i don’t trust the neither either
Talk what it really is
Talk how you really feel
You mouth writing checks
That ya ass can’t cash still
I been through hard times
Stackin this money getting this paper
Now it’s all mine
Everyday trappin making it happen on the front line
Bleeding the block me and my glock
Yea it’s game time
Trap after trap puttin in work
I’m talkin all night
Can’t tell me nothing ****
I got with my own grind
No room for sucka ****
You pussy can get flatlined
Run up these numbers im triple 7 like i’m jackpot
King of the streets holding my crown through these hard times
Written by: Derrick Duke Irvin
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