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Self Exposure
Hip-Hop/Rap
Self Exposure was released on June 6, 2025 by 1659252 Records DK2 as a part of the album Declare War 4
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Release DateJune 6, 2025
Label1659252 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Deezy
Young Deezy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devone Coleman
Devone Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beezy
Beezy
Co-Producer
Fly Melodies
Fly Melodies
Producer
Soundmasters Studios
Soundmasters Studios
Engineer

Lyrics

Young Deezy, Huh, Gang
Wassam
Bag Winners, YMT Gang Too Rich
WBG, Free Keezo
Let that shit be known you heard me
Long Live Paw Paw, Cutta Biz
Huh, uh hah
You already know wassam with me, woedy
You Know how that go
Bout to slap a couple bitches with this one
Know how I'm comin' for real
Yeah, you speakin' on a situations
You provoked, got y'all exposed
Talkin' bout I want both
I ain't ask for that, y'all offered that
I'll never fall for your sorrow games
I don't need two, it's one already
An headache doe,
Deezy Gang, they both hoes in my eye vision
LOL, don't see what's the point of there friendship
Talk bad behind each other's back
That's really foul, hoe
That's why I had to play along
To see wassam, the main one spilled the tea
That's a big mess
Right game, wrong guy
I know I had to do my own investigation
Till the truth came out
These pathetic hoes think they out your here running game
When they five steps behind, like, bitch, fall in line
That's that slow side startin' to kickin, That self exposing
I know you're mentally unhealthy
In the brain cell that made you sick up in the inside, that gave you that gut feeling
Think you' need to detox your body, love
Detox that body baby
Your best friend readin' every message
To me sayin', what was said
I'm not surprised, I'm a demon Virgo
Already knew Some was being plotted my body cursed
I'm basically the devil's son, don't get it twisted
I-I-I'll burn all your insides up for killin' you kindness
In I got a couple tricks
That's up my sleeve, ain't talkin' magic
If you think you fucking over', the right, ****
Guess what, I'm the wrong one
Fake it over there, bitch
Yeah, you speakin' on a situations
You provoked, got y'all exposed
Talkin' bout I want both
I ain't ask for that, y'all offered that
I'll never fall for your sorrow games
I don't need two, it's one already
An headache doe,
Deezy Gang, they both hoes in my eye vision
LOL, don't see what's the point of there friendship
Talk bad behind each other's back
That's really foul, hoe
That's why I had to play along
To see wassam, the main one spilled the tea
That's a big mess
For real this shit really sad
That's why I cut them all loose, fuck them
Written by: Devone Coleman
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