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Junk, Hungry & Eng

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Next Chapter dirilis pada 11 November 2025 oleh Household Records sebagai bagian dari album 11ELEVENTHHOUR

Detail Lagu

Album11ELEVENTHHOUR

Tanggal Rilis11 November 2025

LabelHousehold Records

Melodiksi

Level Akustik

Valence

Kemampuan untuk menari

Energi

BPM70

GAMBARAN

LIRIK

Video Musik

Video Musik

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Junk

Vocals

Hungry

Vocals

Eng

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ian Tonino

Composer

Sean Norgan

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Eng

Producer

Lirik

They gon' remember me, I say remember me

So much money have your friend turn to your enemy

And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories

We them bricks that go for 40 and no ten a key

They gon' remember me, I say remember me

So much money have your friend turn to your enemy

And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories

We them bricks that go for 40 and no ten a key

Hold up

Household wreckers making moves like a chess master (check)

Y'all deserve to win the Oscar, you the best actors

Something smell fishy, it did ain't red snapper

My closet filled with skeletons and all of 'em are dead rappers

I'm the X-factor, need to vent anger

Off the wall like some dried up cement plaster

I got screws loose, need a lead anchor

I'm sick of these lies like Penn Tapper (sick)

Bread stacker, check casher

Stay flyer than a plane out a jet hanger

With a brand new suit I'ma get tailored

Cause you know that I always gotta dress dapper

My words carry weight like a sledgehammer

Need to get it off my chest like breast cancer

Leave it all on the stage like burlesque dancers

I'm focused on the vision like Lenscrafters

Twice as sharp as double edged daggers

I'm a fresh blade from a Gillette razor

Not here to play games like a spectator

We shutting it down like internet hackers

Heating up, go and get the infrared scanner

Score one zero like it's ten after

Dropping more jewels than a gem snatcher

So fall back like a GPS tracker

If your mind right like left handers

I'ma be a nice guy like Ned Flanders

And smooth things out like a belt sander

But if you cross the line like a trespasser

I'ma (what?)

Kick you in the head faster than Ken Masters (along, yeah)

So hard it will probably leave my leg fractured (facts)

We stay recording every night

This the story of my life and I'm ready for the next chapter

They gon' remember me, I say remember me

So much money have your friend turn to your enemy

And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories

We them bricks that go for forty and no ten a key (yeah, what fuck, ho)

Never left, man, I've been here

Little kids wanna talk, it's to bring fear

Little pints of the salt, yeah, it's clear

Yeah, I heard about it, bro, I got big ears

Keep my name, what's your mouth?

Eat side van with a mouth

I knew you'd get mad when you see my plane in the crowd

Please fam, come and tell me what that is about

I'm the freestyle champ for the town

And in the meanwhile, you seem mad that I'm out

I'm a G-R-I-N-D with a thing that I feel

No diss movie editor tip, I'm keepin' it real (real, real)

I speak with a feel (feel), I reach for the peak on the hill (hill)

When you reach it, it takes some seem to be ill (ill)

And they hate that you're free when they need you in jail

Oh, daggers they beep when they see you on bills

That they wish to be sold

Guess they wanna turn every bridge that they cross

I just focus on the work that I grant

And I'm off to the next plane that I gotta catch

I don't really wanna explain to them all the rest of the shit

On my mind, never left, but I'm destined to find success from a crime

No question, relying on the best of the time

I just focus on the things that gon' matter to me

All this money gonna grow from the family tree

If you hustle with the bros and your plan is to see

You gon' double up your growth and your bank receipt

I've been watching people, yeah

I am on the peak, it's facts

This is my true, peachy rap

Y'all are bottom-feeding rats

Y'all just wanna eat the scraps, I don't fuck with 'em (fuck with 'em)

This longevity manifested, yeah, I done did it (I done did it)

Why y'all question what I done? I sell out club tickets (I sell)

Hush and calm witness fuck with this dumb idiot (yeah)

They gon' remember me, I say remember me

So much money have your friend turn to your enemy

And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories

We them bricks that go for 40 and no ten a key

Hold up

Written by: Ian Tonino, Sean Norgan

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