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EVERYBODY EATS
86
Hip-Hop/Rap
EVERYBODY EATS foi lançado em 30 de janeiro de 2026 por MNRK Records LP como parte do álbum STUDIO 54
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ÁlbumSTUDIO 54
Data de lançamento30 de janeiro de 2026
SeloMNRK Records LP
LanguageEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM77

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Warhol.SS
Warhol.SS
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Zahir Myles
Zahir Myles
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dilla
Dilla
Engenharia (mixagem)
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Engenharia (masterização)
MitchGoneMad
MitchGoneMad
Produção
Wessgonemad
Wessgonemad
Produção
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Produção
Spencer Jewesson
Spencer Jewesson
Produção

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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