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F'd Up
Hip-Hop/Rap
F'd Up was released on April 30, 2024 by Flobal Wave Records as a part of the album Like Mike
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Release DateApril 30, 2024
LabelFlobal Wave Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Gainyard Jr
Michael Gainyard Jr
Songwriter

Lyrics

These **** got me fucked up
These **** got me fucked up
I don't even know man
I don't even know it's all good though
Yeah, yeah
Underrated and overestimating
Impatient, patient, I'm just tired of waiting
I swear I got a chance at greatness
But the odds are stacked against me
Outside the box and I'm walking past the trench B
The hood, can't hate a ****
I ain't in it for the stress
But when I'm talking business
Then it's like I'm speaking French
J'ai besoin de tout l'argent
I'm on a different path than y'all
Going with the flow, ain't gonna work no more
So I gotta work some more
If you don't peep it, then you sleeping
This your alarm clock
I'm flowing while my demons dreaming
Scheming on another beacon
Fuck a purpose or a reason
This flow ain't just for the season
It's my soul, it's what I'm bleeding
Bitch, I be smiling like I'm cheesing
Well rounded like a pizza
All the time I get it easy peasy
My girl like Mona Lisa
Painted perfectly like Jesus
My **** butt-headed and I'm beavis
Hanging out like cleavage
I'm gon' get it, you gon' see it
Through the stars, through the clouds
Smoking loud, taught my bros they make me proud
Go and get it, get it now
Ain't got time to be down
Fuck around, shoot up the whole shit
****
Yeah, uh
**** talking like they really on something
Yeah, yeah
But they not, need to stop all that fronting
Uh, nah
**** talking like they really cold brothers
Oh yeah
But they not, and we calling all your bluffing
Uh, yeah
**** talking like they really cold killers
Uh, yeah
But you not, you just some regular ass ****
Uh, yeah
**** talking like they really hold triggers
Nah, nah
But we pull em, say hello to the villain
Uh, yeah
You ain't on nothing
You just stunting
The way I clutch it, uh
Fuck up your whole function, uh
I'm getting buckets
Swish in your face, no looking, uh
Can't fuck with no rookies
I'm a sun shining light I'll cook ya, uh
Whip it like I took it
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, I'm booking
Shocked you when I shook you
Fuck that bitch, then flick her
Call me the pussy killer
I fold her like tortillas
Y'all **** wanna be little and young
But mindset it's bigger
I need big bank, big checks, big daddy things
Big thoughts in my head
Cause the biggest in my name
I'm a king, you a slave
I told my bitch behave
So many dead presidents
Feel like I'm in the grave, uh
Fuck what you say
I'm the **** that you paid
Just like Reggie Miller, I can shoot from long range
And my **** two-tone
Coming straight through the lane
Just like LeBron James
**** dunking in your paint
But can you feel the pain
Cold ice in my veins
So many damn links
That it made my back strain
So many fake ****
That it made my heart change
You ain't with the Flash
Or the Mob or the Gang, bitch
You already know
It's only like me and four other ****
That's it
Everybody else
Y'all kinda just outsiders
I'm sorry to say
Sorry, not sorry
**** talking like they really on something
But they not
Need to stop all that frontin'
**** talking like they really cold brothers
But they not
And we calling all your bluffing
**** talking like they really cold killers
But you not
You just some regular ass ****
**** talking like they really hold triggers
But we pull em say hello to the villain
Written by: Michael Gainyard Jr
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