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Fault
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fault was released on July 18, 2025 by Trust The Process LLC No Handout Empire LLC as a part of the album Life Before Honor
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Release DateJuly 18, 2025
LabelTrust The Process LLC No Handout Empire LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alvan J Romain
Alvan J Romain
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvan J Romain
Alvan J Romain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alvan J Romain
Alvan J Romain
Engineer

Lyrics

What you touch on lil mama, you might grab my Glock
We gon spin around 2 times if you dont clear the block
They say my fault, they say my fault
You gon point the fingers at the wrong person dawg
When you stuck inside that jam man, who is you gon call
**** actin' tuff an shit, boy you wont hit the wall
Talkin' about cash out' we cashing out on 30 Glocks
I'm in that Fast route, they tryna catch up, they get lost
200 on the dash, I don't know if I should slow down or speed
Tell them make believe, when I slide, you know I'm leavin'
We in that telly for the free, my dawg done fucked the clerk
Yeah, these hoes be poppin' bottles or somethin', who gon' fuck first
These hoes be poppin' bottles or somethin', who gon' fuck first
She throwin' ass, that bitch wobblin' like she need a nurse
Push, baby, push, baby, push, baby, push
Roll this Kush up, cause I'm just tryna smoke this fuckin' wood
Where you goin', roll that dope up, feel me we in here, Yeah
Pull her wig out, talkin' bout she wanna fuck again, girl, I don't care
Pull the bands out, now she on my side, talkin' bout she love my glare
What you touch on lil mama, you might grab my Glock
We gon spin around 2 times if you dont clear the block
They say my fault, they say my fault
You gon point the fingers at the wrong person dawg
When you stuck inside that jam man, who is you gon call
**** actin' tuff an shit, boy you wont hit the wall
Talkin' about cash out' we cashing out on 30 Glocks
I'm in that Fast route, they tryna catch up, they get lost
Ayy, ayy, where you goin'? Baby, talm bout I don't know
She just wanna stay with me, might sleep inside my Range Rover
No you can't, but that's my fault. Girl, you know that I'm a boss
Think its safe might get bought. Guns and drugs inside my vault
Big guns to play with just might smack him
**** broke ask for a gram, he gave me a flat ten (ah hell nah)
Play dumb, I don't play around with my Ben Franklin
Just beacuse my dawg 4'5, he strapped up with a Gen
They gon' say he short, but that bitch heavy
This my B-Ball court, we down by one, we glitch deadly
Question mark got referees inside, this shit might trip them
They gon' call this shit scripted, but motherfuck them
My fault
Written by: Alvan J Romain, Roman Pochtar, Roman Victor Parsonese
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