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F**k it
Hip-Hop/Rap
F**k it was released on December 4, 2025 by On Too Something Records LLC as a part of the album Young Cesar
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Release DateDecember 4, 2025
LabelOn Too Something Records LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roger J Wright III
Roger J Wright III
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willis Humphrey
Willis Humphrey
Songwriter
Roger J Wright III
Roger J Wright III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ditty Broker
Ditty Broker
Producer

Lyrics

My album drop it may not stream a song but fuck it
Killed everything from the OK to Rome So fuck it
I'm Mr. Wright but known for doing em wrong like fuck em
Ain't had no feelings since my bruh been gone
Like I don't wanna kick it with none of these ****
Cus they all clowns
You the type start calling your homie broke when the hoes around
I'm the type get booked for a show & start splitting that dough around
Put the Hills all on my back now **** act like they don't know me now
But I ain't tripping (ever)
Remember I was just in the bleachers, now I'm the one that everybody feelin
They don't call me for the features, know if I'm on that, I'm gon' kill em
Most of em play the tough rapper role like Party with B-Rilla
Walk in the room morale go up they like there go that ****
It come to rap the towel go up they can't fuck with Young Cesar
Leaving LAX with a pound or up used to get that through Maurisha
I'll never do gang like Nino Brown but I am my brother's keeper
I make the whole world stop when they hear my voice through that speaker
Portray that I'm so gangsta or too street that just won't happen
Rather stay the same at being me than blowing up off cappin
Saw my dog in a casket hurt my heart that shit was tragic
Can't name a time since eightth grade seen my brother and I couldn't dap him
Like was poppin was hannin
I'm stacking' the pennies up the hardaway
Shit ain't magic
It's automatic
**** ain't front you shit put you on, how you handle it?
Felt like y'all was bros so you ho'd em **** scandalous
I can't count how many times I wiped my mama tears
Suppossed to cash out 100 thou to go get her that crib
Been counting a couple thousand all 20s eyes peeled
Smoking exotic tryna numb the pain that never heal
Written by: Roger J Wright III, Willis Humphrey
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