FOOLERY - Fukkit & Y$57: letras de canções, vídeos de música e concertos

FOOLERY

5

Alternative Rap

FOOLERY foi lançado em 31 de julho de 2026 por 6 Distribution / Y$57 como parte do álbum PRAY4PEACE VOL. 1

Detalhes da canção

ÁlbumPRAY4PEACE VOL. 1

Data de lançamento31 de julho de 2026

Editora6 Distribution / Y$57

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acústica

Valência

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM78

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Fukkit

Vocals

Y$57

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alexander Pires

Alexander Pires

Lyrics

Santiago Vargas

Santiago Vargas

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

$allen

Producer

Letra

Pray for peace, motherfucker, but you'll never get it

They keep thinking shit is sweet, just like a diabetic

You can die about it, fuck you, ain't no way around it

With the militia careful we got the whole place surrounded

I-I-I don't like you, you wanna be like me

I-I got clips on me, shootin' just like Spike Lee

I got clips, bitch, I ain't talkin' Pusha T

These rappers pullin' tricks, but they never pushin' me

Still on that old shit, what you do not new to me

I will not fold, bitch, rather sign your eulogy

I'd rather sign you out the game, fuck the foolery

Fuck your jewelry, none of that shit is cool to me

I'm a different breed, y'all **** not shit to me

You got no future, bitch, already made history

I'm the same motherfucker that I used to be

I do this usually, so bitch, just get used to me

I'm the shit, bitch, you cannot be me

There's a difference between the real shit and what you wanna be (Pussy)

I don't-I don't see how the fuck you think we be

It don't matter who done told you that, you not that shit to me

You not shit to me, so gotta pay a fee

Ain't with that chit-chat, don't care what you gonna say to me

Man fuck a job, but I'm expecting all my shit for free

I'm working crazy on my music, dropping every week

Deserve my flowers for this shit, but at the very least

Y'all bringin' me fuel into my life, you done woken the beast

Man fukkit, now what we sayin' to the pocket watchers

Do we have a problem when I whip out my lil' rocket launcher

They have to pray for peace while we sit here, and watch em

Wishin' they gon' eat, this a buffet, ain't coming in, you starvin'

Oh

My

God

How many times do I have to say it again?

Praise the lawd, winning all day, waking up now another win

Out the mud, better to learn it hard, rather than staying in

Not my blood, man fuck outta here, you think you still my kin

Man that's a lot on my mind

Nothing to be lost in it, there's always things that I'll find

And you not getting what you wanted, but you been poutin, whine

Getting fucked up from the moment, bro just hit a damn line, uhh

Pray for-Pray for peace-peace, but you'll never get it-get it

Pray for-Pray for peace-peace, but you'll never get it-get it

But you'll never get it-get it

But you'll never get it-get it

Pray for-Pray for peace-peace, but you'll never get it-get it

Written by: Alexander Pires, Santiago Vargas

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