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I Rather
469
Hip-Hop/Rap
I Rather adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Geffen Records tarafından 19 Eylül 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıUnderDawg
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AlbümUnderDawg
Çıkış Tarihi19 Eylül 2025
FirmaGeffen Records
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM80

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Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juvenile Baby
Juvenile Baby
Rap
BeatsbyA2x
BeatsbyA2x
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isreal Ramon Martell Jr.
Isreal Ramon Martell Jr.
Composer
Aden Arboine
Aden Arboine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BeatsbyA2x
BeatsbyA2x
Producer
Daniel Pimentel
Daniel Pimentel
Recording Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Mark B. Christensen
Mark B. Christensen
Mastering Engineer

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[Intro]
Hold on, wait
I rather not, ****
I rather not
Juvy
Juvy (Fuck ****)
Gang
You know what time I'm on
I rather not
Every time I lock in this booth, I'm with it
Yeah, Juvy
Juvy
Juvy
Gang
[Chorus]
I took my losses by myself, the fuck I need a **** 'round for?
Just made a fifty piece on the same scale I weighed the pounds on
That struggle be what made me, 'member sleepin' on the damn floor
Makin' all this dirty money, tryna clean it, I need some damn soap
I rather trap before I go and punch a clock
They rather talk shit on the 'Gram, I rather send a hundred shots
Until I buy my folks a crib, I won't feel like I made it out
He said it's smoke with me?
Now I'm out back in yo' bushes stakin' out
[Verse 1]
These **** rather be the biggest opp, ****
(What the fuck is that? Huh?)
I rather be the richest opp
****, it's a difference
The judge ask why can't the killings stop?
(Can't the killings stop?)
'Cause **** dissin' in they raps
Your Honor, go check the statistics
By the time I touched my first fifty, I was plottin' on my next fifty
I get up close and squeeze, I ain't arguin' on the 'net with 'em
I'm a motherfucking certified hustling-ass head splitter
I fucked his ho to get him mad the same night he went to bed with her
I let that blick solve all my problems, we ain't seein' eye-to-eye
Like it's valet parking, come through here then we'll park your ride
Stay in the trap or lock in in the studio, I can't decide
Grindin' harder than a bitch, so when I blow, don't be surprised, ****
[Chorus]
I took my losses by myself, the fuck I need a **** 'round for?
Just made a fifty piece on the same scale I weighed the pounds on
That struggle be what made me, 'member sleepin' on the damn floor
Makin' all this dirty money, tryna clean it, I need some damn soap
I rather trap before I go and punch a clock
They rather talk shit on the 'Gram, I rather send a hundred shots
Until I buy my folks a crib, I won't feel like I made it out
He said it's smoke with me?
Now I'm out back in yo' bushes stakin' out (Okay)
(I'm stakin' out, ****)
Written by: Aden Arboine, Isreal Ramon Martell Jr.
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