MESSIN ROUND IN THE STUD' (prod. Null Core Music)
Brooding cinematic trap with pulsating heavy 808s, crisp hi-hats, and punchy snares drives the foundation. Ominous strings layer tension in the intro, joined by ethereal, eerie pads for atmosphere. Sections build with staccato string accents and dramatic drops to maximize suspense and intensity. Instrumental. No vocals.
MESSIN ROUND IN THE STUD' (prod. Null Core Music)
Brooding cinematic trap with pulsating heavy 808s, crisp hi-hats, and punchy snares drives the foundation. Ominous strings layer tension in the intro, joined by ethereal, eerie pads for atmosphere. Sections build with staccato string accents and dramatic drops to maximize suspense and intensity. Instrumental. No vocals.
Lyrics
no vocals for 5 seconds until beat drop
Verse 1
Hollup, yeah, yeah
Life’s tryin’ to take me out of the game of rap
I’m out of hood, but opps still try to attack
Don’t know why but I fight off two a month
All of the tracks come from times that I won
(Donie Rivera, what's going on, G?)
But there were obviously times I lost shootouts before
At sixteen years old, had to go to the hospital
A shot in the hip made it improbable
To ever do things like this again, but watch
How can I be the winner of the rap game without dropping something major?
Well it’s not always in the pen and the paper
I’m the most influential to come out of my gang
Matter fact, I’m the only one to come out of my gang
It’s a hard world there, in the hood, yeah, it’s grueling
But who gon’ find the very top? Huh, Gruel will
I’m setting myself up for success and I’m takin’ the checks like never before
I’m going away and I’m not gonna stay like it’s never happened before
Well, it hasn’t
It’s time to keep on rappin’
Keep on trappin’ when nothing good might happen
I’ll see what to do very soon, I can feel it
This album’s gon’ be done and they treat me like a hero
Do as you will, you can’t be that thrilled, when I’m at the mic, just statin’ the facts
My hood still emergin’ but you know we surgin’, I’m doin’ it right, nothin’ better than that
Why don’t we have opps? They all got popped, this ain’t no fight, that’s true
I hop out of a whip, and there’s no guns to grip, the perfect life, that’s me, Gruel
They wanna collab, if you wanna, just ask, I’m open to that
We all from the north, and we movin’ forth, we ‘boutta soar
What is the name? What is the gang? Well, we don’t got no fame
We don’t wanna tell it, but opps, we can smell ‘em, this easy
Chorus
My best tracks happen when messin’ round in the studio
It’s time to go back to gang, huh, it’s true, you know
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
My best tracks happen when messin’ round in the studio
It’s time to go back to gang, huh, it’s true, you know
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
Bridge
Just me and vros, we rappin’ like crazy
Time to show up on these opps, maybe
If they look at us first, it’s time to load up
But if they look at us at all, it’s time to show up
Just me and vros, we rappin’ like crazy
Time to show up on these opps, maybe
If they look at us first, it’s time to load up
But if they look at us at all, it’s time to show up
Chorus
My best tracks happen when messin’ round in the studio
It’s time to go back to gang, huh, it’s true, you know
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
My best tracks happen when messin’ round in the studio
It’s time to go back to gang, huh, it’s true, you know
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros
It’s me, and vros, yeah