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raising kanan
Hip-Hop/Rap
raising kanan was released on August 22, 2025 by Ten Down Music LLC. as a part of the album GABOS 2
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AlbumGABOS 2
Release DateAugust 22, 2025
LabelTen Down Music LLC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B. Collier
B. Collier
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B. Collier
B. Collier
Songwriter
D. Holland
D. Holland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D. Holland
D. Holland
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy yo, 10 down, be the army, better yet the navy
Drip flawless, no Dasani, this that alkaline water, baby
Been servin' water, had them neighbors placin' orders crazy
80's baby, mama made me, dope raised me, raising kanan
Cane in my palms like a player, meet me round the corner for the exchange
Clockin' dollars, bitch, I'm on my way up
You got more comments than commas, **** stick to savin
That's on God, you'll never be a boss if you **** late on makin' payments
Come see me, we can make arrangements
Cold heart, ain't pressed on love because that shit is tainted
Bitch, I'm married to the game, but you can kiss the stainless
One shot from out this chamber, I can make you famous
My mama's house got raided, I'm sorry, baby, don't hate me
Was tryin' hold it down for the village, this how you raise me
Got somethin' tucked, a couple states over in case they cage me
I got bigger bills, they can never minimum wage me
Ambitions of a rider, crusadin' in a Mercedes
Six hundred, El Plaga minus the snake
Never switch my assignment, six figures on some estate
I ain't rich, but I'm grindin' on my ****, got a plate
My lil' bitch from out the way, committin' sins, I gotta pray
I don't practice no religion, but these stones in this cross on my chain
Symbolize faith, Cuban links for the team to let you know that life's great
Lobster tail with my steak, solid gold to my grave
Bury me a G, leave a G in the coffin
Keep me on my feet under pressure, understand
I refuse to be that broke **** in heaven, I'm a man first
God body, these **** bout as soft as a man purse
Rap ain't workin' out, then it's back to lettin' them grams go
From a place where you can't go, from the block to the sand, yo
From the block to the sand, yo
From the block to the sand, yo
You know what's up
They know what it is, ****
Huh? Come on
Ten down, be the army, better yet the navy
Just flawless, no Dasani, this that Alkaline water, baby
Gave him a long time, man, I been waitin', man, let's get it
Ten down, be the army, better yet the navy
Drip flawless, no Dasani, this that Alkaline water, baby
Servin' water, had them neighbors, placin' orders crazy
Written by: B. Collier, D. Holland
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