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Save Point
4
Hip-Hop/Rap
Save Point adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Legendary Music tarafından 10 Nisan 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıG.A.M.O.
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AlbümG.A.M.O.
Çıkış Tarihi10 Nisan 2026
FirmaLegendary Music
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM84

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Napoleon Da Legend
Napoleon Da Legend
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Markisz
Christopher Markisz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Napoleon Da Legend
Napoleon Da Legend
Mixing Engineer
Dub Sonata
Dub Sonata
Producer
Sensus
Sensus
Mastering Engineer

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How bout a friendly game of 9 ball
This happens to be my table
Only by special invitation
Do you play on my table
I invited myself
Oh shit
Easy now
No sense getting all fired up about this now
Fella comes up from the country
Big city starts his blood to boiling
Thinks he can become a big hustler
Make a name for himself
But remember this
You ain't in the country anymore
And don't you ever forget it
Oh yea I would try to make it a scene
My style is opposite of wusah I'm chasing my dreams
My album be laced up with umami famous cuisines
I'm taking it back to Ummah Kamal and Shaheed
Muhammad dealing with people often left me deceived
Reprocity not reciprocal I'm often naive, but I grew passed that
If you wouldn't do it for me?
Why would ask that?
Things you gotta go through to be
Nothing to laugh at
My boys always knew I was ill
Had to embody it
All I needs a beat I could feel so I can body it
Put a nice cover on top of it and polly it
But back to real shit
Don't wanna bombard with the obvious
Last year was a crazy ass year
Half of what I do's to get your lazy ass off of that chair
As my marriage was breaking down was going on tour
All the while releasing albums I was going off shore
Had to move my shit without losing my shit
Had to fuck the stage up without using my dick
Luck can change up fast and it's confusing and shit
Who can blame what?
Refusing to quit still feeling anxious
Control my destiny I don't believe in guardian angels
And if it's beef we can use our fist or pop the bangers
Still ain't letting nothing break me I kept the vision
Success is having good habits in repetition
Man listen... my mom lives far now
As I negotiate a new city without a car now
Using music as a vehicle for me to calm down
Shit's giving me flashbacks of Tragedy and Nas now
Fuck! Hoping I ain't pick the wrong town
Gotta run the right play
It's third and long down
And I'm Doug Williams at the Super Bowl
A super hero flying above buildings it's not a movie though
Them **** stupid to think
That I'll ever run out of heat
Them jealous punks stupid thinking they'll get some out of me
No can do ya credit is bad
You getting cussed out like when the song edit is bad
Capitalism programmed me
To get to the bag
Had to relearn and purge philosophies that's setting us back
Trynna get out of my pessimist bag
And find the joy again
Spread my wings and fly like a butterfly
That was born again
Baz almost died it made me look at life differently
Got myself a new girl
Booked a flight to Italy
Some thought that I would fall off I took it quite literally
Fake friends got cut off
I took like an epiphany
Treat my life like chapters of a book
I'm writing symphonies
Making sure that my name go down in infamy
Feels like everyday they adding insult to injury
Watch out for payoff
Karma involved in symmetry
Them dudes working for the devil and it's been known
Put a shovel in em Napoleon level been grown
Bring fire and brimstone
Like the last day of judgment
They all a getting exposed see them cats been bluffing
I built my own shit was never asking em for nothing
I was waiting patiently while my drafts was in the oven
And now I'm flash flooding like tsunamis on they ass
While they stay forcing shit
Like Bronny in the draft
Catch me in some random spots
You can find me in the back
Never on sleep on an insomniac
Catch homi's when I rap
Fuck around I put an army in a pack
Want mercy I suggest you speak calmly when you ask
Smooth criminal **** I move minimal
But all my moves be looking like they was 10 of you
20 deep even I roll dolo
I seep culture **** this pro-bono
Catch what I did on the replay slow-mo
All cash I ain't owing any label no dough
Going at the Pharo is a no no
Diss at your own risk
I'm a charge your label head for promo
Eat your whole advance up ya A&R mad
Now you spilling your guts like AR to ya abs
And it's no cap
Read the signs like a zodiac
My product always good money like where the dough be at
But you already knew that
Written by: Christopher Markisz
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