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Go
Hip-Hop/Rap
Go was released on September 19, 2025 by FREER Records as a part of the album Steel Roots - EP
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Release DateSeptember 19, 2025
LabelFREER Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM179

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BL Shirelle
BL Shirelle
Vocals
Blak Rapp Madusa
Blak Rapp Madusa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BL Shirelle
BL Shirelle
Lyrics
Blak Rapp Madusa
Blak Rapp Madusa
Lyrics
Trvp Lvne
Trvp Lvne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Castro Fidell
Castro Fidell
Recording Engineer
Bear-One
Bear-One
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I’m a fuck up this melody
I fucked up with the felonies
Now I’m on parole til I’m elderly, like seventy
That pedigree, integrity
Something that you never see
Heavenly, the devil be testing me on the regularly
So every time I sell a ki
Open doors welcome me
Bitch **** let me be
Pretty bitches let me see
Take the D
Once I give her E
And I guess for the F then them crackas gotta fuckin let us free
Now go
Decide to survive
The DA said write a statement and it read FUCK NO
**** too much pride
They said hold this twelve and I said well fuck it let’s go
**** look ‘em dead in the eye
I do this for my bitches up Muncy DOC double 0
Been down a long time
That mean they been down at least forty and they ain’t neva’ coming home
One time for that count time
Two time for that chow time
Three time for the yard out
Four time for that med line
One time for the yard in
Two time for the mail call
Three times for the lights out
Four times for that lockdown
GO
Peep inside the mind of a people doing time
Generational curse the punishment fit the crime
Except that when you Black you accept that
Exclusionary rule you reflect back
When you came to this land 3/5ths of a man
13th made amends to the slave act
Now you and ya lady getting sent up state cuz it state that
And she go in have the baby in the belly of the beast
Never held properly
Snatched by the system cause he state property
Won’t feel his mother’s arms
But he gone burn the city just to feel the warmth
Cold summers put ya thermals on
And the judge gave him 10 for that burner on him
And his mans turned state put that murder on ‘em
Prior felonies, only 17 frienemies fraternizing wit’ police
Caught a quarter century
Huggin on his granny from a fucken penitentiary
Now her daughter and her grandson knocked
Set the bail at a ransom lot
Put up the house for attorneys with no objections
No evidence but fit descriptions
Never did drugs but took prescriptions
OD’d in his cell fell to addictions
One time for that count time
Two time for that chow time
Three time for the yard out
Four time for that med line
One time for the yard in
Two time for the mail call
Three times for the lights out
Four times for that lockdown
GO
Written by: BL Shirelle, Blak Rapp Madusa, Trvp Lvne
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