Lifting Weights
146
Hip-Hop
Lifting Weights 由 No More Heroes, LLC/Santa Anna 於 2026年7月29日發行,收錄於專輯《Lifting Weights - Single》中
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。
BPM
積分
演出藝人
DCG BROTHERS
饒舌
詞曲
DCG BROTHERS
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
SpankOnnaBeat
製作人
Jacob “Yung Savoye” Swindell
工程師
歌詞
(Spank on the beat) don't stop, don't stop
15 months in the can, you know? (I ain't lost nothin', man)
Beat that shit up, came right back home, you know
Got my mental straight, got my body straight physically (high all the time, but I ain't lost nothin')
(Drum Dealers)
I ain't lost shit, not my nitch, not a bitch (ain't lost shit)
I went to jail and lost my switch, that's the only thing lost (only motherfuckin' thing)
Who ain't like that? My bitch ass is the only thing soft (only thing soft)
I took this chain me and watch, my 'fit the only thing I bought (I took it off)
I heard a lot of shit they said about a **** (yeah, yeah)
She the type to suck some dick just to get bread up out a **** (bum-ass ho)
I'm the type to pay my mans a hundred grand to go and spin (yeah)
Hop out blam until he fall and cut the head off a killer (get his ass, get him, get him, get him)
What's good? **** always tellin' us to pull up, but to what hood? (Where you at?)
Shout out Mayski, that's dank shit, broski, a new shook (shout out Mayski)
My youngins hit the freight train, them shorties the shoe plug (they bros)
I got rich and went broke, I'm back on a new run (yeah, i'm back)
I got locked up with a.40, I just got a new gun (got a new gun)
Beside, bless you with a Drac', this bitch hot as two suns
But it only fuck ****, I call this bitch Tucson (kill ****)
If he broke and always askin' for some pussy, boo, run (run, boo, run, boo)
If you tired of cryin' about your dead guys, do somethin' (ayy)
Ay, I just came home yesterday, I was liftin' weights
Today, I'm liftin' up my Drac', tomorrow, I'm tryna catch a face (catch his ass)
For a spoon, a bar, I coulda got you shanked in a day (man, shank his ass)
For a page, oh, your ass would've died on the yard (would've died)
Don't ask me shit about Fessel, that's my brother, no regards
The opps remind me of dogs, some bite, some bark (them **** hoes)
I'm 'posed to shoot him 'cause I ain't wanna break my hood heart
The killers love me and I ain't wanna break my hood apart
I went to jail and got stopped, they say, "You famous" (Go to who?)
Go to PC, when my hood heard about it, they started spinnin' like a CD
First day out, I want a DE, hire a lawyer, not a PD (Not a who?)
You the side bitch nobody ever want, you some green beans (bitch)
Speak on Shun if your music weak and you need streams (yeah)
We tryna smoke an opp that be rappin', bitch, we kill dreams (we tryna kill)
I'm happy I'm home, jail made me feel weak (it made me feel weak)
I got another shot and I'ma make the world feel me (skrrt)
Aight, I ain't lost nothin' but a button, that bitch stutter (brrt)
****, when my homie died, his mother cried, we turned to mud brothers (mud brothers)
And my lil' bro, he a bug and he drink blood 'cause he a blood sucker (blood sucker)
'Bout this ten, I bet they run from me (run), the folks know I got love for 'em (love)
None of these hoes ain't really got nothin', she tryna bag a **** with nothin' (aw, damn)
Oh, I do this shit all the time, if they get behind me, then I'ma run (vroom)
He want a feature, his ass lyin' and wastin' my time when he ain't got nothin' for it (nothin')
Know I shoot shit, ****, named South Curry, I'm finna pull this bitch to the side, slurp me (slurp)
He died with no bag, hidin' dirty, she tryna fuck me 'cause I'm lit, I'm workin' (I'm workin')
I got bad shit all the way down the dirt, they finna hang his shit when we signin' nerves (signin' nerves)
Yeah, we popped out with a ProMag, boy, your ass gon' die, you don't change that 30 (you gon' die)
We got loads of 'bows, we passin' turkeys, we got a thousand wings, we work at Church's (aight)
My 50 got name, this bitch Lil Curtis, bitch, you ain't ate no dick, what you want you a Birkin? (Want you a what?)
I tell a bitch work it, you feelin' like RiRi, gon' 'head, get up and twerk it (get up and twerk it)
He one of the guys that everybody fuckin' despise 'cause he don't even serve no purpose (The fuck?)
Fuck ****
Written by: DCG BROTHERS

