VOLUME METRIC

By Sideshow

On TIGRAY FUNK

Released on February 27, 2026

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[Intro]

Ayy, ayy, yeah


[Verse]

R.I.P. everybody

We all dyin', I'ma miss everybody

In a hundred years time, you're nobody

Reduced to a memory of time

But when I'm gone, I'ma live in the rhyme

Just how I do it, couple schemes and some lines

I got through it, it's hard not to feel divine

I walked through the valley, deep four or five, forged a loop

I stole a piece of the pie, it's for you

And I'ma be the biggest T by the time I'm gone

You would rather life freely than live it for long

They're scared to die, I'm scared of not puttin' on

It's blood and gold, sing a ode 'bout whatever I'm on

Uh, life get tricky, I thought I warned you

So concerned 'bout who lucky, go get you a horseshoe

She let me fuck and kept it so cool, I bought the ho shoes

So cool, I might buy that ho some Gucci

I don't love these hoes, I just let these hoes seduce me

Lift me up, never let no one reduce me

Uh, 'cause I'm a big dog

They bars ain't hard-hittin'

Don't touch the mic like it's fentanyl, nigga

Rick Owen Geobasket, steppin' on niggas

I'm scorin' out friends like Benjamin Hassan

I make it look good like Lebanese tennis

Me and Hunnam handle Lebanese business

I step outside, make a hundred-degree difference

She make love to the T, gon' leave different

I believe in the team, I see visions of us, I see winners

10K, global elite, we need millions

The T know nothin' 'bout fatigue, I keep spinnin'