Backstabbed
West Coast Rap
Backstabbed 由 Vibe Curfew Productions 於 2026年2月13日發行，收錄於專輯《 》中West Coast Radio No. 16
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。
BPM92
積分
演出藝人
Vibe Curfew
演出者
Maximilian Stapf
聲樂
詞曲
Maximilian Stapf
作詞
製作與工程團隊
Maximilian Stapf
製作人
歌詞
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
