WHERE DO I BEGIN - Raf Hype: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

WHERE DO I BEGIN

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Hip-Hop/Rap

WHERE DO I BEGIN adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak The Collective, LLC. tarafından 16 Kasım 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıWHERE DO I BEGIN - Single

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AlbümWHERE DO I BEGIN - Single

Çıkış Tarihi16 Kasım 2025

FirmaThe Collective, LLC.

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM66

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Raf Hype

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Raf Hype

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

SIGHOST

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

How many nights did I spend working the pen when I was making 2AM?

Always missing out on fun with my friends, wondering if it would pay off in the end

Two years later, I'm at it again

Back in the lab, tryna lock in

I'm getting older, ain't gotta pretend

Telling my story, where do I begin?

I put my all in this rap shit, give me a reason why you shouldn't love it?

Built me a studio right at the crib, just adding the finishing touches

Remember when brodie let me hold a band cause I blew the budget in Buckhead

You ever spent like $21,000 at twenty years old, like "fuck it"?

Already told you I'm one of them ones, not really sure what the fuck ya'll expected

Shit moving crazy the last couple months, I just been keeping it calm and collected

Can't even lie man, I been on a run

Checking off baddies right off of the checklist

Ain't gotta say it, it's already done...

Cause I'm moving reckless, I'm on a whole 'nother caliber

I disappeared for a calendar

Baddie with me in the passenger

I'm drinking water and I'm working out to look good while I fuck her on camera

And she say she loving the stamina

I feel like I might just go platinum, I feel like The Boy wearing NOCTA in Canada

Bitch, I'm too ghetto for corporate America

Piss on the president, fuck Donald Trump

Shorty so pretty, I hit from the front

Long as I'm on ima do what I want

I'm in the kitchen, I gave them a taste of the vision, they love what I put in the pot

Fuck it, I dish it

I know I went missing, but honestly that was to thicken the plot

How ya'll gon talk about shit ya'll don't know?

If I talk about it, I did it for sure

I hit her up, then I hit it for sure

They feel the pressure, I walk through the door

Back in the day, they didn't care what I'd say but I promise it's bouta get hard to ignore

Got my heart broke, it was part of the lore

Girl I could love you, but not like before

Huh, huh

I hold it down in my ends

A weekend I'm out with my friends, the money I'm spending

Start my own label, I'm still independent

I never followed the shit that was trending

All of the hoes I was giving attention all in they feelings, and all in my mentions

I won't forget she was acting pretentious

Ask if I fucked, it's not even a-

I could prolly take on all of ya'll (okay)

Collective, yeah, we the oligarchs (okay)

Ten toes, we gon never fall

No regard for what they telling us, promise you don't wanna get involved

Remember I was at 11 Club, doing everything I'd never thought

I want rose-gold on the Audemars

And a bad bitch with a best friend, ain't no one-on-one

All expenses paid upfront

Checks hit, that's a lump sum

Closet pop, clothes none of none

Acting tough, we could run some

I like dolla signs, tryna fuk sumn

I can't wait until it all comes true

But what's it to you?

She asks how I'm doing; I been working hard, ain't nothing new

Gotta watch how I'm moving, acting like I ain't got shit to do

Know what I'm pursuing, but tonight I'm outside with the crew

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Okay

Yeah, yeah

Aye, yeah

Make up your mind, I ain't here for a long time

Lunch break, I was fucking hoes, tryna make it back to work on time

Say she want me for the long-term, I told her "girl, it's a long line"

Last shorty broke my heart, talk about the right person at the wrong time

Quarter milli' and I'm gon' sign

Till then, phone's offline

I know I gotta stop treating this music shit like a part time

Homies ask if I still rap, or if I've fallen on hard times

Truth is, I was scared to make the wrong move, shit could fall through

If only ya'll knew how many nights I spent working the pen when I was making 2AM

Always missing out on fun with my friends, wondering if it would pay off in the end

Two years later, I'm at it again

Back in the lab, gotta lock in

I'm getting older, ain't gotta pretend

Telling my story, where do I begin?

Written by: Raf Hype

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