Tracks Similar To Where You Come From
Party Song
Artist(s): CaiNo
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Midwest Rap, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Booty Shaking, Bouncy, Bragging, Carefree, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, Drinking, Flossing, Going Out, Gritty, Intoxicated, Minimalist, Money, Party, Raw, Swagger, Turning Up, Twerk
Instruments:
808, Drums, Percussion
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
111
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Party Song
PARTY SONG
CHORUS
This the party song
everybody in the spotty gonna get along
all my problems are behind me man they long gone
grab a drink and put it up cause everyone belong
this the party song
(2x)
VERSE 1
Party in the hills man I gotta go
set it up and knock it down like it's dominos
all the girls looking fly when it's time to show off
new rides in the driveway time to go off
on the Mic got the kind of flow
show em what I do best when I rock a show
tick tock till the bomb go off I explode
over flow High got a view of the sky like a telescope
and she looking like a star
She ain't in the back no she want to drive the car
stick shift to the next gear phone going off
you aint gonna get a text here gotta know you rockin wit the best here
That's why I had to switch it up cup is getting low then it's time to fill it up
If you got a light then it's time to burn it up
the party just begun so you gotta turn it up
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Aint nobody hotter than this
if you got a tolerance we gon put it to the test
take a shot if you got pop a bottle of Crys
fill the glass to the top you aint gotta resist
Ice shinin all eyes on the wrist
But aint looking at the time blinded by the abyss
I got a limitless supply aint shy to admit
and I be throwing Money out like it don't even exist
nice when I spit no matter the jabber I battle wits
master of the banter no matter what the challenge is
I rise to the occasion show the masses what talent is
all the kids say wow how you get so talented
well I was born for this no one bringing more than this
I'm on a level much higher than any other mortal is
getting bored of this it's been going on too long
got a simply make a party song
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Night going long
you got it going on
I just want to see you shake it to my party song
You ain't gotta do nothing that feels wrong
just dance to my party song
(2x)
VERSE 3
Night endin think it's time to go
clung to my arm like she trying to roll
I said I only go till the Sun's up
she looked at me and gave me 2 thumbs up
that about sums up we had a lot of fun
said she want to come back with me be the one
told her grab her bag let's go gotta run
I guess the party's never done
The Realest
Artist(s): CaiNo
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Midwest Rap, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bouncy, Bragging, Bravado, City, Cocky, Confident, Drinking, Druggy, Edgy, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Gangsta, Gangster, Gritty, Hood, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Minimalist, Money, Party, Partying, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Realest
THE REALEST (CLEAN)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a f***** SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codeine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
---------------------------------------------
THE REALEST (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a fuckin SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
One Two
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Against the Odds, Aggressive, Angry, Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Combat, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dedication, Determination, Determined, Epic, Fight Back, Fighting Enemies, Game, Hustle, Overcoming, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Bass, Flute, Synth, Violins
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
87
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
One Two
ONE TWO
INTRO
Drop it
CHORUS
On a roll Ima go til they drop me (Ima go)
The life we livin' like a program and they watching (the life we livin')
Toe to toe I don't fold for nobody (toe to toe)
My heart is frozen chasing goals we playin hockey (my heart is frozen)
One two bodies hit the ground
One two gotta get it now
One two gotta fight it til the finish
We gone always follow thru and hit like
Lightning in the ending
Hit like lightning
VERSE 1
We throwing punches in bunches
Said that I'ma give it to you know you don't want it
Everybody know I came from nothing to something
Put a little time in Money come in abundance
So ain't no frontin'
You know we got the blueprint we doing it wit a strategy
We shootin' for the moon but I root for the people after me
doing what we do ain't no losing We seen some tragedy
When we got into it they threw everything they had at me
PRE-CHORUS 1
I don't back down I stand up and fight it (2X)
Get the lighter stand on up n ignite it
So bring the fire raise it up when the night hit
You see we strikin'!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Drop another bomb Ima problem don't even detonate
Kaboom
Me n the crew just stepped in the room
Hit whoever's left soon as they mess up n move
Losing all direction but got perfectionist views
On the road to the riches I get it I hit a bump or two
All these people keep jabbing at me I ain't know what to do
Came up they ain't laughing I'm happy and I been comfortable
Started in the back n my passion put me in front of you
PRE-CHORUS 2
One direction we ain't slowing it down
Karma catchin' up it's going around
Whoever stepping up we throwing em out
Applyin' pressure so they know what we about
CHORUS (2X)
True Champion
Artist(s): Shoreshot
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Patrick Terrence Whelan (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Championships, Cocky, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Dedication, Epic, Game Time, Hustle, Overcoming, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Horns, Piano, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
90
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
True Champion
TRUE CHAMPION
VERSE 1
What can truly move them and grab them
You show them who's the prevailer
You go from failure to failure without
Losing enthusiasm you be the silent preparer
The work'll do all the talking
Be who they never exhausted
Straight fuel make room take caution
Be the one who breaks through
And came for their portion
And take it by force when the op arises
Time to rock-a-bye ya's
Comp looking lopsided they cannot deny it
Go getter tone setter stop this won't let ya
Won't fold when thrown pressure
Show them why they should've known better (known better)
Don't ever, don't you ever let what they say
Have a millisecond to live
Never getting into your way
You give everything you can give
Focused how you stay
How much you doing everyday
There's one who wrote the movie
One complaining pressing play
Who's who what's what
This is predator vs. prey
CHORUS
Don't you, ever try to,
Tell me when or
How it can't be done
That will never apply to
It never will to
A true champion
Break through, break through
Break ground, break ground
Break who
There's no breaks now
Through and through
Thick and thin
Losers lose, winners win
VERSE 2
Do what they couldn't do or fathom
You show them who's the prevailer
You go from failure to failure without
Losing enthusiasm you be the silent preparer
Put purpose in how you're walking
Fulfillment over fortune
Be the leader not a trailer
Fearless when they try to scare ya
Be the one they can't even bear the
Thought of competing with
You let them speak of it
And claim they want to piece of it
Don't let them deter you
When they try to derail ya
Trailblazer unfair favor
The gain's greater game changer
Rain maker clear and present danger
It couldn't be put any plainer
What legacy you trying leave
Last in the draft
Or the highest seed
Cash out first or be the last
Of a dying breed
Go out with a bang
But keep on winning quietly
Understand the irony within it
You finished what you starting
Or you starting to be finished
You tell me which one is it
CHORUS (2X)
No Stopping
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (ASCAP) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Champion, Cocky, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Dedication, Epic, Game, Hustle, Overcoming, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Stopping
NO STOPPING
VERSE 1
Present day just watch ya back like there's a target attached
You the big dog of the yard but I'll be larger than that
They say my rhymes are like titanium
Don't argue with that
Too far gone there ain't no
Savin em be smarter then that
Lookin back yea there's some things
We shoulda did wit finesse
It matters why I'm satisfied long as I give it my best
I had to try now Ima ride I'll go get me a check
To hide the pain ill find a way so I can live with the stress
CHORUS (2X)
Sometimes I think about my past until I pass out
(Ain't no stopping us now)
Everybody fragile like they living in a glass house
I'm on the road to get the gold until I cash out
Got no navigation cuz they say I got it mapped out
VERSE 2
Listen up I put it down before I pick it up
To mix it up I went n bought myself a pickup truck
Get some courage to go do what u ain't did before
We get discouraged tryna figure what we living for
What you know is how you is so check a different show
I'm in position I been gripping like a figure 4
Be careful latching on to people cuz nobody last
You end up wit a memory and hope it's one nobody has
Been kicking doors like I been going to karate class
We got it off the floor we tryna make it more then mom n dad
VERSE 3
They didn't listen when we told em we gone plan it out
Now they seeing us grinding on a mission and they standing out
We getting chicken tryna figure why ya hand is out
And every single time we hit the scene you got ya camera out
I got the ball I hit the ground n then I ran it out
Like Sanders I'm the man so understand I'll have em campin out
I put the time in so my rhyming Doin damage now
I see the light I had to find it like abandoned house
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO
(Ain't no stopping us now)
Climbing right up to the top and we ain't coming down
(Ain't no stopping us now)
Get gon, get gon wassup
I'm on the road to get the gold until I cash out
Got no navigation cuz they say I got it mapped out
CHORUS
Feenix
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electro, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Boastful, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Edgy, Epic, Face Off, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Inspired, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Motivated, Murder, Ominous, Overcoming, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rebirth, Rising, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Trailer
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Trailer
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Feenix
Rising up
straight from out the ground I am the greatest at this
have you seen the latest fact sheets
violent like the great Apache
if you want come and attack me
I'll smack you back to the past
my run is planning to last
I'm hitting targets exactly
I'm a sharpshooter
never miss when I get in the groove
never lose
you can't even walk a mile inside my shoes
I don't move
I don't budge
I don't make no lame excuse
I just tighten all the screws
light up till I blow a fuse
I'm getting ready
it's going steady
I'm headed for the end drop the confetti
I'm intent and I'm not sensing any weakness
watch me rise from out the ashes like a Phoenix
Give it up
there's nothing in my way I am unstoppable
no matter what I think I know it's possible
I'm running at a level that so optimal
that trying to go against me is just simply irresponsible
I push it much further than most
brag and I boast
trying to catch me I'm ghost
gas never let up or coast
pull up and approach
and you get smoked, choke
coughing from all of the dust
I got a passion let's call it a lust
I am the greatest that's saying enough
feel the ground shaking that's me coming up
Land Of The Gritty
Artist(s): Boom Doggottie
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Writer(s):
Cleo Michael Page (ASCAP) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Aggressive, Attitude, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Driven, Edgy, Epic, Football, Game On, Gritty, Hustle, Hustlin', Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Strong, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Victory, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
Cello, Drums, Electronic Drums, Horns, Snare Drum, Synth, Synth Bass, Theremin, Tubular Bells, Violin
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
118
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Land Of The Gritty
LAND OF THE GRITTY
INTRO
Ya'll don't get it, no, this is our house
we ain't playin no games
VERSE 1
Been down counted all of my blessings,
life lessons game on still stressing.
No guessing never let them see you sweat man,
my depression smiles my confession.
Daily testing I'm flexing my muscle
for the win no in I hustle,
grind hard take a loss what's that
bases loaded, two strikes, swinging my bat.
Boom ping ting run & tell that,
Winner's Circle gritty whole team on my back.
We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that.
(We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that)
All black, game fact, off track,
we own and y'all wack, team Spirit! Get 'em
CHORUS (2X)
Welcome to the land of the gritty
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
Welcome to the land of the gritty
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
VERSE 2
Break my focus, eyes on the prize,
competitors fear they see no lies in my eyes.
Me try know I do, wall up, wall down, run through, ka boom!
Look who stepped in the room,
MVP everybody know me,
highest points scored on every cellphone screen,
nothing but the T-O-P for me.
I, Hi-5 oh, so live, my stride, I glide, slip slide,
run, dive, collide, four more yards till the touchdown line.
Defense up, they're all fence off,
God I hit him hard they playing too soft,
we playing football, man I think they playing golf
we can't lose while I walk my walk.
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
Welcome to the Jungle I'm a panther not a kitty,
only one rule here survival of the gritty.
See that on my back whole damn city,
we can't lose, no time for the tripping.
Squeezing, flexing, fingertips gripping,
drool and sweat is the only thing dripping,
this is my house, ya'll need my permission
My rules, there he go boys get 'em!
Ya'll don't get it
y'all came to lose we came to win,
cuz this here this is our house
and we ain't playing no games
CHORUS (2X)
Keep On Winning
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dedication, Encouraging, Epic, Football, Game, Heavy, Hustle, Inspiration, Marching, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pounding, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Piano, Snare Drum, Synths, Tubular Bells
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
77
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep On Winning
KEEP ON WINNING
INTRO
Just keep on winning, keep on winning
Ain't no bowing down
Just keep on winning, keep on winning
Bring the talent out
(Let's get to it)
VERSE 1
Just run ya route before you lose the chance
We making noise from in the field way out in to the stands
I'm In the game I make the plays and got the smoothest plan
You couldn't catch me at ya best because I'm too advanced
I'm gettin groovy on the move just tryna beat the odds
I'm chasing dreams ain't losing me so I can keep a job
I give em heat I'm redefined they giving me the signs
I'm the type to move discreet and ima leave em blind
PRE-CHORUS 1
Everyday just give it all that you got
Tryna hold a little tighter when the ball bout to drop
(Ain't tryna hear it)
CHORUS
Outwork em, outthink em
It's the game of life
Ain't nervous we gifted
We can pay the price
Opportunity keep knocking when ya game is tight
And if you want it bad enough it's time to make it right
Just keep on winning keep on winning ain't no holding back
Keep on winning keep on winning we can show the stats
Just keep on winning keep on winning ain't no bowing down
Just keep on winning keep on winning bring the talent out
VERSE 2
Stand up like a man or lay down like the cowards do
I seen em down and out but strength is how you power thru
So call the doubters they can witness what I'm bout to do
I'm working hard so I can wake up to a Mountain View
I got some people rootin' for me ones that want me gone
I know some folks In higher places some that done some wrong
They never understand the play like "why you want the pawn?"
So quickly it can get mistaken cuz I want it all
BRIDGE 1
How can you ever be the best if you don't chase ya dream?
These people out here looking stressed, but they don't make it seem
CHORUS
BRIDGE 2
How can you ever be the best if you don't chase ya dream?
These people out here looking stressed but they don't make it seem
I think I'm next I put the pressure on to make the team
Don't miss a step I'm like a vet don't ever play wit me
PRE-CHORUS 2
Everyday just give it all that you got
Try to hold a little tighter when the ball bout to drop
(Ain't tryna hear it)
Yea I know they say I'm talking a lot
Go get it while you can one day the coffin will drop
CHORUS
OUTRO
We keep on winning
We keep on winning
We keep on winning
We winning bring the talent now
Showoff
Artist(s): Al Be
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Writer(s):
Al Newkirk Bryant (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Battle, Bold, Competition, Confidence, Defiant, Determined, Epic, Fighting, Gritty, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Promo, Rising Above, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough
Instruments:
808, Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
136
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Showoff
SHOWOFF
CHORUS (2X)
We showoff we show up
You know this you know us
They hatin' but so what
No one can hold us
We showoff we show up
We showoff we show up
We showoff we showoff
We showoff we show up
VERSE 1
Ain't playin no mo'
Came to settle the sco'
Never heard befo'
Well now you know
I had 'em like wow yeah
They were diggin' my style yeah
Don't rock with me now yeah
They seeing me smile yeah
Thinkin' back to the days
When I couldn't get a plate
All I wanted was a taste
All I felt was disgrace
But now I feel great
You can see it in my face
Now they all wanna ride
But I ain't got space
We fo sho no probablies
And we don't take apologies
Unless you saying sorry
With a pile of G's
See I got mouths to feed
It cost a pile of fees
Bless the child that got his own
That's my philosophy
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Pull up in that thang
You know ya boy gone bang
You know exactly what I'm saying
What games boy we ain't playin
I'm the one that's got it
I'm the one that's with it
I'm the one still gettin' it
I'll show yo how to get it
I come from the mud
Yet I be shinig like this
So every now and again
I must remind 'em like this
I kill the game and leave it slumped
They gone find it like this
And I'll match the alibi
Perfect timing like this
We the ones they came to see
And the ones they wish to be
Everynight is history
Never blue to rich to be (uhhhh)
Haters resent me
Presidents represent me
Come see ya don't tempt me
My tank is never empty
CHORUS (2X)
Stompin' Thru
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Bold, Boom Box, Braggadocious, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, East Coast, Edgy, Energetic, Golden Age, Good Times, Groovy, Old School, Party, Playful, Raw, Retro, Rowdy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns, Piano, Scratches
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stompin' Thru
VERSE 1
Fee fie foe fum, stomping through the slums
Here I come, here I come, grabbing up your crumbs
Diggin' in your pockets, bread in your baskets
I gotta have it, getting mines is a habit
Running up in your space, spitting in your face like mace
I got the flavour, they want a taste
I don't give a what what what
Try to step up and get buck buck buck
Press your luck, run up try to take what I got
I got burners that stay hot
I guarantee, I got what you need
Ain't nothing free, I got mouths to feed
That's me, myself and I, the trinity
Raw and uncut, that's how I really be
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
CHORUS
We stompin' through, coming for you
And you, and you, and you, and you
(4X)
BRIDGE
(Indeterminable Lyrics)
VERSE 2
Chop up and roll up the cabbage, puff it and
Pass it, under pressure, blow a gasket
Steaming, while I'm schemin' the next plot
Locking down the whole block make it burning hot
Rush the spot, the whole squad hungry
We going out for the stash, run the jewels and money
Ain't nothing funny, my fingerprint's grungy
And crazy, might even bungee jump with a bungee
And still bounce back, give you a smack
Reload and clack, clack, clack, lay you flat
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
CHORUS
Regardless
Artist(s): Juuuu & Matisse Tsoy & Nate WILL
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Writer(s):
Julian Jaleel Thomas (ASCAP) 30% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 40% / Nate Williams (BMI) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 70% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 30%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Champion, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Determination, Drugs, Flossing, Focused, Grinding, Gritty, Laid Back, Money, Motivation, Overcoming Struggle, Proud, Rising Above, Showing Off, Standing Out, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning, Winning Attitude
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Nylon String Guitar
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
80
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Regardless
REGARDLESS (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil n***a you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh (let's go)
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) n****s (what's the word)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a n***a causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking ish, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil n***a
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
B****, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my s**t like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, s**t (I'ma splurge)
Ain't with that bulls**t
We put it to the curb (to the curb)
____________________________________
REGARDLESS (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil nigga you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) niggas (what's the word nigga)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a nigga causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking shit, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil nigga
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu bitch)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu bitch)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
Bitch, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my shit like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word nigga)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, shit (I'ma splurge nigga)
Ain't with that bullshit
We put it to the curb (to the curb nigga)
Go The Distance
Artist(s): Shoreshot
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Patrick Terrence Whelan (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Attitude, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Competition, Danger, Driven, Epic, Game, Goal, Hustle, Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Standing Out, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Organ, Piano, Synth, Tubular Bells
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
76
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go The Distance
GO THE DISTANCE
VERSE 1
You can point out all my faults
Glorify all of my wrongs
Want me to run off course
Fall off track want me gone
what ya thought that
I'd fallback as if it would hurt
Or do any harm
I put it in the work
I'm a highlight reel in human form
You run your mouth
I run my route
You keep the hate
I keep the faith
I stay in bounds
You're out of line
And out of time
I end the game
I'm who they cannot contain
And that's not
Gonna stop or change
And I got a
Whole lot to gain
No matter what team we face
It's not a thing
Got to leave it all on the field
Got to go farther and farther
Got to go harder and harder
Got to put them all on their heels
Got to give it all i can give
Until the unthinkable is
What my team accomplishes
I can promise you this
Promise you this
CHORUS (2X)
I know I'm on my job
And nowhere close to finished, tho
I'm overcoming the odds
They don't know the love involved
If it's a ton of yards
Or it's only inches
I'll keep on going far
It's makes no difference
VERSE 2
If you make enough small steps
They can become long strides
But it's in the little things
And it's how you handle those
Before you can handle bigger things
Go and tackle bigger foes
Got to grow some bigger wings
Got to be what driven means
Or consider just hitting the road
Can't reach the peak without reaching lows
Got to keep on keeping on
Got to play a much bigger role
Got to make a list with bigger goals
Got to leave room for improvement
Got to take their expectations
Got to keep exceeding those
Got to reach our destination
Got to just do what we're doing
Got to prove what needs to be proven
Got to keep pursuing and pushing
Got to take our own objectives
Got to keep on meeting those
Got to keep on digging deep
Be the ones they couldn't beat
There's something inside of me
That'll never die
Got to have that burning fire
Got to have that inner drive
Got to have that will to win
That'll never be denied
Got to have a competitive edge
You can see it in my eyes
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
I'm gonna break it down
Keep on breaking ground
All for the taking now
One for the ages
Nothing but game changers
I'm gonna break it down
Keep on breaking ground
All for the taking now
One for the ages
Nothing but game changers
PRE-CHORUS
Records get broken
I'm ready to go in
I'm only beginning
I'm way too committed
And making it golden
A greater devotion
To go for the win
Flow it again
Records get broken
I'm ready to go in
I'm only beginning
I'm way too committed
And making it golden
A greater devotion
To go for the win
CHORUS (2X)
Talk About Me
Artist(s): Omboi (feat. Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 50% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Driving, Fame, Gangster, Hood, Hustle, Killing, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Sitar, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Talk About Me
TALK ABOUT ME (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
B*****s and n****s want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the n****s that are dope man,
If I kill a n***a you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
If I kill a n***a you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, b*****s and n****s
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
they wanna see me die man eh,
they wanna see my momma cry man eh
they don't know that I know man
they don't know that I stay low
money money money calling me man
moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
yeah blah blah blah
b*****s and n****s
__________________________________
TALK ABOUT ME (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
bitches and niggas want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the niggas that are dope man,
Fuck you nigga you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
Fuck you nigga you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, bitches and negros
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
They wanna see me die man eh,
They wanna see my momma cry man eh
They don't know that I know man
They don't know that I stay low
Money money money calling me
Moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
Yeah blah blah blah
Bitches and negros
Everyday
Artist(s): Krstos (feat. DJ Eristoo & Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 40% / Eric Simiso Khayelihle Phungula (ASCAP) 30% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Future Bass, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Club, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Driving, Drugs, Gangster, Getting High, Hood, Hustle, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence, Zulu Language
Instruments:
Bass, Djembe, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
74
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Everyday
EVERYDAY (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the b*****s
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich n****s
I don't talk to the broke n****s
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
____________________________
EVERYDAY (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the bitches
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich niggas
I don't talk to the broke niggas
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
Set The Stage
Artist(s): Terrell Burt
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Writer(s):
Matthew C. Vander Boegh (ASCAP) 50% / Terrell Burt (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trailer
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Basketball, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Empowerment, Epic, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Promo, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
808, Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Stomps, Synths
BPM:
73
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Set The Stage
If I ever fold then leave me in the dirt
It's a clever mold meaning that my set path was never meant to merge
It's kinda getting worse while all of these feelings surge
Not supposed to be here but flipping packs up on the curb
But now I'm penning words, so free but time got me bound
Life is short but I hover tall, why I'm not backing down
Empty promises like track and field, it's the run around
The battle has only just begun so yeah, who can stop me now?
Who can halt the plan?
I'm different 'cause I am bound to stand
When in a jam
I will come out with the upper hand
I'm gonna rise in an instance
Sorta expeditious
Invitation to the first look, you can be a witness
Never count me out even though I will fall
You can never question if I truly gave my all
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
What you doing if it isn't for the long haul?
I'm running game, you just playing 'cause you wanna stall
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
When you defy the odds and free from all the sham facades
You're set apart from every single person in your squad
Perceiving frauds that's on a journey where the roads are broad
You persevere since you no longer do it for the applause
I'll fight back if you strike first
It's in my blood so it's unrehearsed
I'll still prevail even at my worst
There really no point on stopping me
League of my own like a latchkey
Plowing competition so carefree
My name going down in the books yeah, check the marquee
Who can halt the plan?
I'm different 'cause I am bound to stand
When in a jam
I will come out with the upper hand
I'm gonna rise in an instance
Sorta expeditious
Invitation to the first look, you can be a witness
Never count me out even though I will fall
You can never question if I truly gave my all
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
What you doing if it isn't for the long haul?
I'm running game, you just playing 'cause you wanna stall
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
You Better Duck Quick
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Beast, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Drugs, Entrance, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Showdown, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Better Duck Quick
This that crack hit, make a dope head wanna do a back flip
I'm like Batman in this all black, to these bad b****** I'm Bruce Wayne
Like car seats we all strapped, ain't no 1 on 1's we all scrap
I'm on the 101 in my corvette, with your dream girl I never call back
Back back back back back the f*** up, for a n**** act the f*** up
Nigga never had s*** had to hustle, wanna join us have to match the muscle
Head of my time nigga too far, jazzy with the b****** like Utah
Got the rocket on me like Houston, you can get it for the low like Groupon
I spend all my time, tryna get a million baby, fuck a living make a killing baby, mob ties like I'm a Sicilian baby Woah!
I'm the only n****they f*** with, so you know I'm not to be f***** with, when that Badddddd spray you better duck quick
CHORUS:
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
Vvs in my wrist watch, trigger finger got chicken pox, and I'm itching to let this b**** go, like top 40 you gone get popped
Kush you can smell it through the zip lock, shawty suckig d*** till her lips lock, a whole lot of cars in the front yard, got the b**** looking like a pit stop
Whoop whoop fish tailing when that cops come, fish scale yea I got some, let me know if you ever wanna comp one
If you get out of hand you get handled, I'm like bob the builder got hammers, girl can I get a handful I'm handsome, a**, p**** mouth, and some
Baking soda with the water, whip it real good
Got a young man balling damn it feel good
Count it up count it up no money machine Ima count by hand
Give my bitch a couple grand, we dropping bombs like Japan
CHORUS
We In The Building
Artist(s): Monk da Monsta
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Samuel Lawerence Gaymon Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Attitude, Basketball, Bounce, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determined, Dirty, Drinking, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Going Out, Gutter, Match, Mean, Money, Party, Posse, Power, Pumped Up, Raw, Showdown, Sports, Squad, Strip Club, Swagger, Team, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Synths
BPM:
94
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We In The Building
Caino beats, we here baby
monsta, gme, uh
its a new day
VERSE 1
All fresh bout to see what the night brings
should i hit em hard or hit em wit da light bling
whip tight, fresh shock detail
fresh black ice sent mixed with the weed smell
roof open, AC bumpng thou
i prolly do about a duece but im driving slow
i gotta make sure they see me
i talk a lot of s*** so i make them believe me
they fresh linguine, stuck like hemi
dey can take 100 shots but i got 1 that lean em
pockets stay creamy, yea you know I'm about mine
N***** think dey on, then I'm out an its drought time
un, man my whole team chewing
my squad been balling since the knicks had Ewing
I'm not you I'm poppin' bottle at the bar
you in here tryna drawl, im tryna holla at a star
CHORUS
Cuz a party ain't a party less we in da building
we in da buildin, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
VERSE 2
Shorty bad Louis V everything
you kno me I'm just thinking bout everything
getting her name, eyeing her frame
tryna see if I'm the type she let slide in her lane, un
an if am then shorty we can ride out
take you to the hide out, an maybe we can wild out
un, an baby we don't need the lox
I ain't talking bout the lox, im talking bout the locks
we home alone, shorty leave ya phone alone
only sound I'm tryna hear is if you scream an moan
so gone I'm like life wit no bail
my eyes sharp i break it down wit no scale
un, an u can bet its on
an i bet by the time i touch town its gone
only kno is two things is what i say is tru
an when it comes to n town we make it do what it do
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Man I don't even see ya'll lames
matter fact, man i dont even kno ya'll names
I just keep on moving, while the rest stay loosing
N***** sware they balling its a damn illusion
where da drinks, where da kush, where da piff an hen
long as the DJ don't stop, I'ma get it in
yeah shorty looking good but i like her friend
even thou a n**** from the hood I'm a gentleman
Caino beats gotchu bouncing like a pogo
asking who running shit, you acting like you dont kno
GME fasho yo, shinning like soul glo
yea i gotta squad but i can ride out solo
Norristown cant nobody do it better
dis is for the ones home, an ones im reaching by letter
m monsta man the bol never slack
i got hard around the clock putting town up on the map
CHORUS
OUTRO
Shorty bouce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
The Takeover
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Complex, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Turf, Underground, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Takeover
CHORUS:
It's the takeover
Everybody put they hands on the floor
The exits covered we barricading the door
And I'm not leavin' till I get what I came for
Take over the game if I'm able cause this is CaiN's War
The takeover, it's the takeover
Only God knows when the rain over
She said she thought she would look better in a Range Rover
I told her that her friend was lookin' better then the date over
Oh no, I done fucked it up again
But a couple hours later I was f***** wit her friend
Her friend knew that I was f***** up to begin with, cuz every other night I pick another chick to end with
I'm crazy, too lazy
I don't do a verse unless you pay me
I don't do a song unless you play me
And I don't fight fair so don't ever try to play me
Word play is ridiculous ain't nobody as sick as this is you wanna get twisted give a call
I got the rhythm delivery if you think you ill as me then just get on the court pick up the ball
Game over, I'm done
Don't nobody shine brighter than the sun
Never gonna die, higher I'm the Son
It's the Matrix and I'm Neo so I know that I'm the One
Clear the copies the original has won
The time to question everything's begun
And if you fakin' I'll dismantle you for fun
And watch you little chickens start to run
You been lied to ain't no better way to say it
Then if I got a plane and had to spray it
The sky died and the clouds are turnin' grey
And the breath of Armageddon gettin' closer every day
So I'm a have to make a f*****' change in what I say
Put the pen to paper see what happens to the page
Light it all on fire let the rage fuel the flames
S*** nobody wasn't ever gonna listen anyway
CHORUS
Slow it down it's been a decade and a half
I done written and linguistically spitted to make em spaz
But now I got a cynics point of view I've gotten mad
If conscious rappers was sellin' then you woulda been the man
Well I'm sick of this it's just ridiculous
Gave it all I got n y'all still wasn't diggin' it
Maybe if I switch it and just twist it up like licorice then maybe I could flip and get up out of this predicament I wish that it was different
Wish there was more of us to go around
Feel like the last of the Mohicans in this ghost town
But now I'm sittin' and I'm thinkin' that I been found
Start a revolution when I surface from the underground
I tried to make em believers they had me feelin' like Jesus
I wasn't tryin' to preach
Just tried to show em what they could be
But if I gotta burn on the cross with all these other rappers who floss
Then maybe I ain't ready at all
And I don't think I wanna do this no more
Then I sat myself down and said the beat was sick
That I had to get up on it and just let it rip
That if I could make a difference to a couple kids it wouldn't even matter if this song even became a hit
Told myself I had a point and that I'd put it down
Then I took to the critics shoved it in they mouth
They ain't got no taste swallow with a smile
And I ask with a straight face f****** do you hear me now
CHORUS
Kill Em Dead
Artist(s): downNout
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Entrance, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Football, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
150
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kill Em Dead
You picked the wrong one to be messing with
Born in a dark hole I was left in it
No heart no soul that's definite
Leave no witnesses or evidence
And my hands just attracted to weapons kids
Bang Bang till ain't nothing left in it
Now your body ain't got no breath in it
Sending off to the morgue what's left of it
We coming no time to prepare now
Yea we coming don't be acting scared now
CHORUS:
You better run n**** run run
He wanna be a killer (run n**** run run)
Until somebody kill 'em'
Bang bang kill 'em dead
Bang bang kill 'em dead
Move slow can't be too cautious
See the line right there? Don't cross it
Hatin' n***** just make me nauseous
Chop 'em down like tree in a forest
This my city now no tourist
Putting flowers on your grave no florist
You ain't gangsta you just want the hype huh?
Watching real killers within wishing you was like one
I don't fear no man gon' try me
Face shots have you eating through an IV
And I didn't want to that was your fault
Big guns barrel long as a pole vault
Bang bang bang bang bang killer
Talk slick make your brain brain spilla
It ain't safe out here for the weak hearted
Eulogy reading dearly departed
Gee
Artist(s): Jaquan Grand
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Writer(s):
Jaquan Lamar Grant (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Change, Cocky, Empowered, Grinding, Gritty, Hard Working, Independent, Inspired, Money, Motivated, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Perseverance, Persistence, Resilience, Rising Above, Self Assured, Self Esteem, Sports, Strength, Success, Swagger, Taking Chances, Tension, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
120
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gee
GEE (CLEAN)
INTRO
What else, what else, Act like you know it, Grand
What you want what you need
Imma put in work like it's a breeze
CHORUS 1
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work, Like it's a breeze
If I don't make this work, That s*** on me
But I always finish first, I'm in the lead who f**** with me
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
R
Who f*****g with me?
A
Who f*****g with me?
N
Who f*****g with me?
D
Who f*****g with me?
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
R
Who f*****g with me?
A
Who f*****g with me?
N
VERSE 1
Never forget yourself everything is connected from spiritual to your health
Happiness equals wealth a dynasty in itself
I'm grateful for all my failures it only gave me some help
Only led me to lead
In times when I was hanging by a thread
I was thinking in them moments that I'm better off dead than believe
Something could really change like receiving what was left after a purchase that was made
But it can you need faith and inspiration not people to weigh you down
Moments you help them out still step on you like a mound
But from the bottom we rise like the undertaker
Since 15 I ran it like I played with the Florida gators
Or half man or half amazing I'm that grand
Got to do what I can, can't depend on any man
The past only knows where you been it don't change who you is
Tomorrow isn't promised you got to go take that risk and live
CHORUS 2
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work, Like it's a breeze
If I don't make this work, That s*** on me
But I always finish first, I'm in the lead who f**** with me
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
R
Who f*****g with me?
A
Who f*****g with me?
N
Who f*****g with me?
D
Who f*****g with me?
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
R
Who f*****g with me?
A
Who f*****g with me?
N
Who f*****g with me?
D
Who f*****g with me?
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
___________________________________
GEE (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
What else, what else, Act like you know it, Grand
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work like it's a breeze
That shit on me
That shit on me
CHORUS 1
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work, Like it's a breeze
If I don't make this work, That shit on me
But I always finish first, I'm in the lead who fucking with me
Gee
Who fucking with me?
R
Who fucking with me?
A
Who fucking with me?
N
Who fucking with me?
D
Who fucking with me?
Gee
Who fucking with me?
R
Who fucking with me?
A
Who fucking with me?
N
VERSE 1
Never forget yourself everything is connected from spiritual to your health
Happiness equals wealth a dynasty in itself
I'm grateful for all my failures it only gave me some help
Only led me to lead
In times when I was hanging by a thread
I was thinking in them moments that I'm better off dead than believe
Something could really change like receiving what was left after a purchase that was made
But it can you need faith and inspiration not people to weigh you down
Moments you help them out still step on you like a mound
But from the bottom we rise like the undertaker
Since 15 I ran it like I played with the Florida gators
Or half man or half amazing I'm that grand
Got to do what I can, can't depend on any man
The past only knows where you been it don't change who you is
Tomorrow isn't promised you got to go take that risk and live
CHORUS 2
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work, Like it's a breeze
If I don't make this work, That shit on me
But I always finish first, I'm in the lead who fucking with me
Gee
Who fucking with me?
R
Who fucking with me?
A
Who fucking with me?
N
Who fucking with me?
D
Who fucking with me?
Gee
Who fucking with me?
R
Who fucking with me?
A
Who fucking with me?
N
Who Fucking with me?
D
Who Fucking with me?
Gee
Who Fucking with me?
Gee
Who Fucking with me?
Coming Back
Artist(s): Cash C. (feat. Edoe)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Charizma Shardayne Denise Upshaw (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Bold, Boss, Bravado, Confident, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drive, Drugs, Edgy, Flaunting, Gangster, Guns, Late Nght, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Power, Proud, Sex, Streets, Success, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Coming Back
COMING BACK (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new b***h
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these b*****s gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these b*****s can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how n****s a turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see b*****s ain't riding for me
N****s ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
F**k the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This b***h keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
B***h get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get s**t from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this s**t on lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a n***a tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma f**k or not cause I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be f*****g on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some b*****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some n****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a n***a block I'm coming back
Turn this b***h around I'm hopping n*gga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that n***a done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shot for me
Never trust a b***h cause I know what that b*tch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My n***a Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side b*tches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new s**t
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these n****s pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this b***h
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
COMING BACK (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS 1
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on the tape
I know these bitches can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how niggas still turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see bitches ain't riding for me
Niggas ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
Fuck the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
Bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on lock lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a nigga tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma fuck or not because I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a nigga block I'm coming back
Turn this bitch around I'm hopping out nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shoot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shoot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side bitches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
Twenty-Four Seven
Artist(s): Mike Sarge
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Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Michael A. Manning (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Drive, Energetic, Grinding, Hard Working, Hustle, Hustlin', Hyped Up, Letting Loose, Lively, Motivation, Party Time, Passionate, Perseverance, Persistence, Rowdy, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Upbeat, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Synth, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Twenty-Four Seven
TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN
INTRO
Oh yeah
Nasty
VERSE 1
Hopped out of bed now it's time to go
got my jeans and a white tee
Gotta go grab my new Nikes
nobody else got swag quite like me
Back to the subject, man I gotta keep vibing
Bound to be great with the squad right beside me
If the flow sick, this the truth I'm prescribing
Saying that you better hold up fam we know you lying.
From day one, we've been putting in that work tho
Check your feelings now we knowing that they hurt bro
What we do, yeah we do this on the regular
Laugh at em when talk trash from they cellular
Oh no, they saying it's too hard
The way that we move, they thinkin' it's so odd
The passion and drive man they caught 'em off guard
No sleep but still working, my gawd!
CHORUS
You ain't gotta ask no questions
Can't nobody do it better than we do
You know that we comin' in strong
And you know that we bringing the whole crew.
All day, All Night
This is Twenty-Four Seven
This is Twenty-Four Seven
All day, All Night
This is Twenty-Four Seven
This is Twenty-Four Seven
VERSE 2
Man I gotta get it, Man I get gotta it
I'm striving for the top spot
Man I gotta get it, Man I get gotta it
Made it this far, so I won't stop
Eyes on the prize, and I'm keepin' it in sight tho'
Staying In my lane, ain't no telling where I might go
Callin' me a star, man I gotta let my light show
Flow so cold man I'm thinking that it might snow
Hands in the air now!
If you really bout it now
Hands in the air now!
I know that you got it
When the storm pass, man I gotta stand taller
They say what don't kill ya will always make you stronger
If you're not about the grind, you gotta get to stepping bro
Never will we stop, this is 24/7
CHORUS (2X)
TAG
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four Seven
This is Twenty-Four Seven
Dope Boy Balling
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Electric Piano, Organ, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
86
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dope Boy Balling
DOPE BOY BALLING (CLEAN)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'f*cka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
N*ggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
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DOPE BOY BALLING (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'fucka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
Niggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
Cash Money
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Cool, Edgy, Expensive, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Ice, Lean, Money, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
148
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cash Money
CASH MONEY
CHORUS (2X)
I got the cash the money
Oooh I got the honey
Got the cash the money
Oooh my life so yummy
VERSE 1
I love it raining money it's the back drop
Boys they coming and they coming with they hats off
Cause they know I'm quick to cut it if they back talk
Yes I'm the queen I'm spending green and no I can't stop
PRE-CHORUS
Flip it and I burn it and I spend it like I earn it
And I order bottle service cause I know that I deserve it
And he ask me if I'm free tonight and I say I'm expensive
I've been working hard (woo) and you know I spend it
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Now I see I got them looking at me sideways
They call me bossy cause I like to do it my way
I hustle Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
But you know I love it cause it's mother-loving payday
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (4X)
Oooh She Bad
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Marcus Elliot Cohen (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Urban Alternative
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bouncy, Bravado, Brazen, Confident, Cool, Dance Party, Energetic, Energy, Flossing, Flossy, Lively, Minimalist, Percussive, Pumped Up, Rhythmic, Sassy, Shake, Swagga, Swagger, Trouble
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
128
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Oooh She Bad
OOOH SHE BAD
VERSE 1
This is the story of my reign and my arrival
I like to give em all a show it's my recital
If you can't tell what I'm about then check the title
I got a tendency to flip and I go psycho
I go psycho
I go psycho
I got a tendency to flip and I go psycho
VERSE 2
I break the rules the way your girlfriend reads the Bible
I'm making moves in ways my waves are always tidal
Yeah I'm so savage that the people call me tribal
And everything I say and do is going viral
I go viral
I go viral
Yeah everything and say or do is going viral
CHORUS
Oooh she bad
Whatcha gonna do about it
(4X)
(Oooh she bad)
Uh, yeah
(4X)
VERSE 3
Yeah can't you see that there's a method to the madness
I'm here to change the game I'm out here stopping traffic
And if I say it then you know it's gonna happen
Yeah I get what I want cause baby I'm a bad chick
I'm a bad chick
I'm a bad chick
Yeah I get what I want cause baby I'm a bad chick
CHORUS
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