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Always
103
Hip-Hop/Rap
Always was released on October 25, 2025 by 3662631 Records DK as a part of the album Tell Dem Bout The War
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Release DateOctober 25, 2025
Label3662631 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taiwan Tyriak Forbes
Taiwan Tyriak Forbes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taiwan Tyriak Forbes
Taiwan Tyriak Forbes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cameron Dean
Cameron Dean
Engineer
Ashton Chandler
Ashton Chandler
Executive Producer
Dinero Stackz
Dinero Stackz
Producer

Lyrics

**** sick, you won't never catch me beefin' bout a bitch
I ain't no saint, but I could promise you
I built this brick for brick
Don't shoot at houses what that house
Done did you rock can't do you shit
Think you tough you ain't tough lil' bro
Your block produce a bitch
You in the streets, but y'all broke
That's why your block can't move a brick
And when I rapping if it's cap
I tell them drop me from the mix
Shh, shh, shh, Just send the Blitz
You don't see him till he comin, bro, like
Casper with a switch Don't at me on no post, Lil ****, let's go score for score
Every mornin' I get drive
But walk for breakfast in the war
VS FedEx, but when it's up
We come straight to your door
How the fuck they say I madass
When my cuz was screaming' more
Never chose a side, I was always VS to the core
Mr. Blockbreaker, this Draco
Well, known at your corner store
He known for one soul, but folks
Was known for takin' many more
I let it slide, but now he cappin
I can't take it anymore he was rappin
**** died, now he can't say shit anymore
Winnin' what, winnin' wa
These **** block, just got the belt
My homie told we don't condone that shit
But I still wish him well
This game I teaching you could sell
I know the dope from by the smell
Opps want quit, but we still beltin' shit
Fuck, I ain't hear no bell
I spit supernova shit, look like the mic
Just start to melt Bitch, we step on shit
Before you send a diss just have your felt
Leave you screamin' at your door like
Where my diet, Dr. Kelp
Don't know the pain, I lost so many
I was young and blamed myself
When I say noodles in my song
It ain't the noodles on the shelf
It's the thing inside the skull
You use when talkin' to yourself
Someone get the opps some help
Them **** dyin' just for clout
I could make a hit on any beat
Don't care what it's about
Trust me, without a doubt
We shot more clips than Paramount
When V.S. **** hit the club
The opps just get the clearin' out
It's couple things they care about
And you'd be wise to hear me out
It's my money, my respect, and my name, so watch your mouth
The label ask me my amount
I tell him grab the smartest Chinese ****, tell his ass to count
Written by: Taiwan Tyriak Forbes
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