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fc
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Hip-Hop/Rap
fc fue publicado el 28 de mayo de 2026 por Makearack Money Solutions Ltd. como parte del álbum did it for the lulz
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento28 de mayo de 2026
SelloMakearack Money Solutions Ltd.
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM100

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meryl Makearack
Meryl Makearack
Rap
Vivian Weeks
Vivian Weeks
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Meryl Makearack
Meryl Makearack
Songwriter
Vivian Weeks
Vivian Weeks
Songwriter
Alexander Sorenson
Alexander Sorenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Sorenson
Alexander Sorenson
Producer

Letras

Are you kidding me?
Turn that fucking metronome off, what the fuck?
I been working for a
This song was made by a genius
Uh, uh, uh
I been working for a long time, haters gotta stop lyin'
I ain't trying to make this all bout' me but boy it's all mine
Real talk it's all mine, really tryna' stop time
And hold this moment now and forever and ever, all fine
Sign here, dotted line, I'll take a deal in some years
When they realize what I been doing, everybody online
The terminal, I put a powershell inside his fuckin' bum
And teach him a lesson for messin' crazy with the wrong one
The scuff god, i got a blunt the size of Dave
Tell you you can't have it then I'll wave it in your face
Really got this knife and I really want this fade
And I'm really 'bout my money like a Counter-Strike trade
He was talking crazy, now buddy getting gangstalked
Really tryna' pop shit like music on the TikTok
My wristwatch, got more diamonds than I can fucking count
Critics tryna' suck me dry like they the fucking count
I give a fuck I'm always gas, always having a blast
Three records in a year and you can stick 'em up your ass
Real fast, like a TAS, I got tools on my person
Tools that don't fix shit so the situation worsen
I'm the main character, man, I'm not your average MC
Every track a hit so I might call this album fc
Twink hating and baiting and really tryna' test me
Moment we in private man he grabbin' on my testes
I fucked the game too many times I guess it rubbed off
So I think its bout' time i take the motherfucking rubber off
I cut em' off, voice loud when I speak
Man I cut him off if they ain't give me the energy I need
Get in my bag and I blow up like my name is fuckin' Pocket
Find me at the venue pluggin' cables in the sockets
It's a lotta shit talkin' but when you pressed you go on fuckin' mute
And I'd respect it otherwise but now I cannot fuck with you
I fuck with you
Yuh, this that fc, this that fc, this that scuff god, what the fuck is up?
Yeah
Yeah
Listen man
I been working for a long time, from the start knew I'd be fine
Even though sor uh didn't fuck with my rhymes when we was fourteen
Thought I'd always be the prod, it's not enough for me
Spent my time sparring with Louis, rivaling lines
And I revel in mine, I knew it wouldn't take long
Spent every day in COVID writing like ten or twenty songs
Said I'd hang it up at 20 but they lemme fuckin' slide
Now I'm paid decent money to hop on a beat and slide
Like a playground, if you want my notes then do not make sound
This shit will never pay your friends, your family, that's pipe dreams
Shit I'm like a plumber in my daily life, straight working on flows
I'm on the floor, you not like me, I'm old and wise, boy you standing on your toes
You here to sight-see I'm really bout my fucking paper, watch it fold
In the cold, boy, we fuckin' kicking in the doors
Blankface, Crash infinity boy, you fuckin' broke
Yah
I'm in Alberta fuckin' posted up with ilysm
Goin' crazy feel like I've just popped a pill or sum
That was the only bar I wrote
(laughing)
Written by: Alexander Sorenson, Meryl Makearack, Vivian Weeks
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