Nice Try Wrong Guy
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嘻哈/饒舌
Nice Try Wrong Guy 由 Nicholas Craven Productions 於 2025年7月11日發行,收錄於專輯《 》中Late to My Own Funeral
旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常,旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風),而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感,數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素,以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲,通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁,編曲豐滿;反之,不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
BPM74
音樂影片
音樂影片
積分
演出藝人
Nicholas Craven
編程
Boldy James
饒舌
詞曲
Nicholas Craven
詞曲創作
Boldy James
作詞
James Clay Jones III
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Nicholas Craven
製作人
Roberto Viglione
混音師
歌詞
It be the ****
Be talkin' the most stand-up, one hundred
Yeah, real shit, be the flakest ****
Where we at? Yeah
Where does your loyalty lie? With those that I know their morals is high
And they value way more than money can buy
Nice try, wrong guy, I'm not the type to be duckin' or hidin'
With my life in that man hands while he just decidin'
What is distrust to a ****? He know his love, so you less likely to kill him
Probably fuckin' his main bitch, ain't even write him in prison
Type of life that I'm livin'
I cut the bricks with quinine when I hit 'em
Still sellin' for the highs off of Medley, pour a five of the Tristan
This beat givin' me codeine vibes
Thousand pills a day, remember when I sold bean pies
**** don't want no smoke with us, we puffin' whole three-fives
In one Backie, pull up in a couple hotties, one trackie
Two strikers, four choppers, three switches, five lighters
Where we grew up in Detroit, not even black lives matter
In my streets, I'm like a Jedi, I'm a Creature, you a rabbi
Preachin' all these sermons to whom it's concernin'
Last time I stepped foot in church, it was a funeral service
Twenty clip ran out too quick, ain't mean to run out on purpose
One monkey don't stop the show, one clown don’t shut down the circus
Big drugs for bigger thugs
We got bigger fish to fry, streets keep greasin' my palms
Way a **** touch it, I think it's safe to say I'm clutchin'
Never folded under pressure, put that on my mama Hutchins
And my gaga Maxie, can't let these **** body-snatch me
When I'm trappin' on my block, it's like my block keep tryna trap me
Plug keep tryna tax me, but I'm tied in with the countertop
Turnt up off ten thousand watts
Where does your loyalty lie? I light your block up like the fourth of July
And then jump down on 94th to the Chi'
Won't ever short the supply, don't nothing be the failure more than a try
Legend of Zelda with the scorpion eye
When the corners was dry, they tried to send in a decoy with a spy
Paid all this money for my lawyer to lie
I could sell pork to Allah, two hundred rackies in them ports with Sanai
Fuck with my rabbits from Detroit to Dubai
**** ain't horsin' a fly, I make a **** change course if he try
My pinky ring worth like a quarter a pie
Give me the ultimate high, catchin' the rush, sellin' waters that's dry
Now I'm so up that I could fall to the sky
It's Mafia, what else? (It's Mafia, what else?)
Big drugs for bigger thugs
We got bigger fish to fry, streets keep greasin' my palms
Way a **** touch it, I think it's safe to say I'm clutchin'
Never folded under pressure, put that on my mama Hutchins
And my gaga Maxie, can't let these **** body-snatch me
When I'm trappin' on my block, it's like my block keep tryna trap me
Plug keep tryna tax me but I'm tired in with the countertop
Turnt up off ten thousand Wocks
Is that enough for you?
Written by: James Clay Jones III, Nicholas Craven


