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EVERYBODY EATS
85
Hip-Hop/Rap
EVERYBODY EATS fue lanzado el 30 de enero de 2026 por MNRK Records LP como parte del álbum STUDIO 54
album cover
ÁlbumSTUDIO 54
Fecha de lanzamiento30 de enero de 2026
Sello discográficoMNRK Records LP
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM77

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Warhol.SS
Warhol.SS
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Zahir Myles
Zahir Myles
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Dilla
Dilla
Ingeniería de mezcla
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Masterización
MitchGoneMad
MitchGoneMad
Producción
Wessgonemad
Wessgonemad
Producción
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Producción
Spencer Jewesson
Spencer Jewesson
Producción

Letra

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh
[Chorus]
You see my bitch and prolly think I'm stressing bad (Bad)
Wake up, run through bags (Bags)
I done lost triple what **** had (Triple)
Out of space cadet like Pluto Nash (Aye)
Went against that shit and got him dragged
Got 'em patched in, ended bad
They know me and I know ball, so when I wager, know it's leverage (Yeah)
Lil' bro got ten milli', fold **** up like number seven (Uh)
Rollin' nothin' but pain, inhale death, I put up damage (Damage)
All my **** eating like Bruh Man, I made a sandwich
[Verse 1]
Pop out, traffic, all my shorties strapped, no Travis Barker, aye
****'s opinion nothin', he scared to try, I try harder, aye
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I'm Ted talkin', damn
'Raq baby, everything a go, I don't stop and I ain't pausing, aye
I ain't for none of that small talk, they askin', I can't call it
Waist Deep Tyrese, I end feuds and hit targets
Way too rich for arguments, you can tell it by my posture
Thank God I'm made me, I make commas, he make nada, ****
[Chorus]
You see my bitch and prolly think I'm stressing bad (Bad)
Wake up, run through bags
I done lost triple what **** had
These **** had
Out of space cadet like Pluto Nash (Aye)
Went against that shit and got him dragged
Got 'em patched in, ended bad (Aye)
They know me and I know ball, so when I wager, know it's leverage
Lil' bro got ten milli', fold **** up like number seven
Rollin' nothin' but pain, inhale death, I put up damage (Damage)
All my **** eating like Bruh Man, I made a sandwich
[Outro]
Pop out, traffic, all my shorties strapped, no Travis Barker, aye
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I'm Ted talkin', aye
Written by: Zahir Myles
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