Backstabbed
West Coast Rap
Backstabbed 由 Vibe Curfew Productions 于 2026年2月13日 发行，作为专辑“ ”的一部分。West Coast Radio No. 16
旋律性
歌曲的曲调是否清晰易记，是否遵循了明确的音乐模式。旋律性强的歌曲一般具有清晰、令人难忘的器乐或声线。
不插电
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Valence
通过歌曲的和声和节奏成分，传达的音乐积极性或情感基调。高情感值与幸福、兴奋和愉悦的感觉相对应，而低情感值则与悲伤、愤怒或忧郁有关。
舞蹈性
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能量
曲目的感知强度，可能受节奏、动态和音乐紧凑程度的影响。一首高能量的歌曲可能节奏欢快、乐器编配丰富，而一首低能量的歌曲则可能音乐编配简洁、节奏较慢。
BPM92
制作
出演艺人
Vibe Curfew
表演者
Maximilian Stapf
声乐
作曲和作词
Maximilian Stapf
作词
制作和工程
Maximilian Stapf
制作人
歌词
Yeah... Sometimes you think you know a motherfucker
You eat with 'em, you starve with 'em
But when that paper gets involved?
Shit changes
Watch your back
We sat inside the Cutlass smoking heavy on that haze
Mapping out the caper, been broke for fucking days
Me and Big T, and a crazy bastard named Ray
Scheming on a stash house round the way
Ray said it was sweet, nobody watching the door
Just a couple kilos sitting on the floor
I looked him in the eye, said "Are you sure about this shit?"
He swore on his life that the lick was legitimate
So I grabbed the chrome, wiped the oil off the clip
Told my nyggahs "Load up, don't let the trigger slip"
We rolled out silent, headlights cut off in the black
Heart pounding in my chest, ain't no turning back
The street was empty, just the wind blowing trash
Thinking 'bout the future, thinking 'bout the cash
Pulled up to the spot, engine quiet as a mouse
Three masked figures creeping up on the house
We chasing dirty money in the city of the heat
Trying to find a way to get enough to fucking eat
Every single step is like walking on the glass
Praying that this moment ain't gonna be our last
Trust is just a word that don't mean a fucking thing
When the bullets start to fly and the ears start to ring
We living by the gun so we dying by the blast
Running from the future while we hiding from the past
Kicked the front door open, wood splintered in the air
Rushed into the living room, but nobody was there
Something felt wrong, the vibe was fucking cold
This wasn't the setup that we were fucking told
Then the sirens wailed, red and blue against the wall
Ray looked at me and T, and he started to stall
He backed up to the exit, a smirk upon his face
That bitch ass nyggah led us right into the case
"Freeze!" yelled the pigs from the back and the front
Ray diving out the window, pulling a fucking stunt
He set us up to dry, traded us for his time
Leaving me and T to pay for the fucking crime
Bullets started popping, tearing up the drywall
I saw Big T stumble, saw my homie fall
I let the hammer go, spitting fire at the blue
Realized in that second, my life was fucking through
We chasing dirty money in the city of the heat
Trying to find a way to get enough to fucking eat
Every single step is like walking on the glass
Hoping that this moment ain't gonna be our last
Trust is just a word that don't mean a fucking thing
When the bullets start to fly and the ears start to ring
We living by the gun so we dying by the blast
Running from the future while we hiding from the past
Ain't no honor amongst these fucking thieves
Just a tangled web that everybody weaves
I'm bleeding on the carpet, T is cold as ice
Ray counting money, while we paid the price
That's the game we play, that's the dice we roll
Losing everything, body and the soul
We chasing dirty money in the city of the heat
Trying to find a way to get enough to fucking eat
Every single step is like walking on the glass
Knowing that this moment is definitely our last
Trust is just a word that don't mean a fucking thing
When the bullets start to fly and the ears start to ring
We living by the gun so we dying by the blast
Running from the future while we hiding from the past
Fuck you, Ray... I'll see you in hell, you snitch ass nyggah
Yeah... West side
Written by: Maximilian Stapf
