Name: US by ART!ST REESE ♾️ in ess.aRe.eMm 💋
Duration: 3 min 6 s
Description: Love

ess.aRe.eMm 💋

ha n me time (prod. Uncle Gilz)

Last Year Was A Cold Summer This Year I’m Burning Up 🔥

Turning Up

stayonthatside

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Night Ridin (prod. vyziobeats, 1seasxn)

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Title: [Sunset Calls Her Name]  
Produced by: [Music RooM]  

This track is a blend of real bars, raw emotion, and authentic rap vibes.  
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Sunset Calls Her Name

Do Not Disturb

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Cant Do What I Do (prod. classik)

[Hook]
Paint drippin' off the Buick, that candy talkin’ slick,
Had to hustle for the keys, now the chrome bite like a pit.
Respect ain't handed, gotta grow it watch it stick,
Get a job, get a car, make it glide, make it click.
Paint drippin', yeah, paint drippin'... watch it slide, watch it hit.
From the bottom where they whisper, now they nod, now they sit.

Verse
Mama said, "Boy, don't be another porch prophet,
Talkin’ dreams on the stoop, but your pocket microscopic."
I was flippin' through the want ads, fingers greasy from the fries,
Tellin’ lies to my girl like I’m "next" when I’m barely gettin' by.
Used to flex in my mind, but my shoes had holes,
Now I’m lacin’ up steel-toes, clockin’ in on my goals.
Warehouse midnight shift, box-cuttin’ my pride,
Stackin’ pallets like respect, one lift at a time.
Old heads at the corner store still barkin’ that noise,
But I saw through the smoke, they just grown-ass boys.
I ain’t perfect, I just pivoted started plantin' somethin' different,
Now I’m ridin’ past they nonsense with my paint steady drippin'.

Drip slow like the lessons when you ain't tryna hear it...
Now the mirror show a man with a vision and spirit...

Respect ain’t built in a barbershop debate,
It’s built when your phone off but your rent ain’t late.
It’s grown in the silence, when the world say quit,
But you show up anyway, just refusin’ to sit.
I was raisin' my own name, like a flag from the dirt,
Tried to laugh off the pain, but that struggle still hurt.
Ain’t no shortcut to the real, I got scars on my pride,
But I’m wheelin’ through the city now, ghost ridin' my stride.
That Civic turned Chevy, now the tint’s a little darker,
Got the paint drippin' slow like revenge served proper.
Neighbors used to side-eye, now they wave like it's love,
Funny how some elbow grease turn a push to a shove.
Told my nephew: "Don’t just wear chains, earn 'em."
"Don’t just spin wheels, learn 'em before you burn 'em."
Life’s a bitch with mood swings, gotta tame that hoe,
Before you brag about your whip, boy, pay that note.

No cap, no scam, just a plan and a dream,
Put my soul in the seams of this all-man machine.
Now the world see the gleam but don’t know what it cost,
Every mile in this ride, I had to carry a loss.

Cousin got locked up, said I’m next if I stall,
But I chose a different lane, now my tires kiss the wall.
That paint job ain't just candy, it's a memoir sprayed,
Of the nights I ain’t sleep, just mistakes I replayed.
Got a girl who ride or die, not for likes or a thrill,
She saw me broke and building, not just flexin' a grill.
Pop said, “A real man don’t shine just from ice,”
“He glow 'cause he grind through the darkest of nights.”
So I’m here, in my zone, with the AC blowin’ truth,
Still the same young soul, just evolved from my youth.
I don’t preach, I just live it, let the engine do the spittin',
Now the hood echo back with the paint steady drippin’.

[Hook]
Paint drippin' off the Buick, that candy talkin’ slick,
Had to hustle for the keys, now the chrome bite like a pit.
Respect ain't handed, gotta grow it watch it stick,
Get a job, get a car, make it glide, make it click.
Paint drippin', yeah, paint drippin'... let it slide, let it hit,
From the struggle to the summit, now they nod, now they sit.

Paint Drippin'

Gone pt. 2

Written, produced and performed by Rose Gold Randy

Romantical EP dropping this Fall.

Cheers,
Randy

US

ART!ST REESE ♾️

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