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Informazioni su Dead Weight
«Dead Weight» è una canzone cupa di genere hip-hop, di Fred (90 BPM, re minore, 2:35, cantato in inglese). Questo brano fa parte del catalogo di WeavyAudio ed è con licenza per la diffusione in caffè, ristoranti, palestre, negozi e altri locali.
Altro: musica hip-hop senza royalty aggiuntive. Altro per atmosfera: cupa. Ottenga una licenza per il suo locale.
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Parole chiave
- dark underground trap
- raw and aggressive
- raspy gritty male rap vocal
- heavy distorted bass
- hard intricate trap drums
- haunting atmosphere
Aggiunto 4 mesi fa · 01/07/2026 · con licenza per la diffusione nei locali
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Dead Weight – testo
On the ground, baby Ayy, ayy, no fakes allowed No love for the fakes, get them up out my space Came up from the bottom, now I'm settin' up a place H's on my name, tryna eat on my plate Cut them off quick, I don't carry dead weight No love for the face, no love for this face Smile up in my face, but I know us at stake Real ones with me, we been down since the start The rest of them scrubs, get them out of my heart Came from the bottom where the rent was a fight Mama working doubles, cold dinners at night Slappin' on the floor with my dreams way too big Now I'm eatin' good, used to scrape for a gig Every snack in the grass when I stood in my way Bring up in my face, but it's bitch in the day Keep my sucker small like I'm putting bad tight Trust nobody, that's the card I live by, alright No love for the vase, get them up out my space Came up from the bottom, now I'm setting the pace Peaches on my name, tryna eat on my plate Cut them off quick I don carry their weight No love for the vase no love for the stakes No smile up in my face but I know what at stake Real ones with me, we've been down since the start The rest of them scrubs, get them out of my heart Runnin' in the dark till the sun starts to rise Turn my pain to a check, watch it out in they eyes You took out the cracks in the ceiling that night Now I'm countin' up the bands underneath the spotlight They ain't show up when the brother was broke Now they slidin' in the DMs, that's a joke I remember every face till they reach me in hand So I built it on my own, now I'm taking my stand Came too far to vote, I've been carved out of stone Took the long way up and I did it on my own Keep the same energy you had from the jump Cause I don't forget a thing and I'm done with the runs No love for the fakes, get them up out my space My space! Came up from the bottom, now I'm setting the pace Real ones with me, we've been down since the start The rest of them scrubs, get them out of my heart No love for the faith Underground forever Built it on my own, whatever the weather
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