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eric mays
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Hip-Hop/Rap
eric mays was released on January 2, 2026 by redreligion as a part of the album trespasser
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Release DateJanuary 2, 2026
Labelredreligion
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM148

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
rubyred
rubyred
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
rubyred
rubyred
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
og
og
Producer
POPILIZATION
POPILIZATION
Producer
northernscence
northernscence
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, yeah, that's so worth (Yeah)
I smoke loud like Eric Mays
I got dough like I got crepes
**** my sun, but he got no rays
I sing my song and they sing they praise
I want the penthouse, I want the acres
I wanna ball out just like the Lakers, yeah
Hold up, guess what? Bitch, I'm back
Check my sleeve, got tricks up that
I hope that I go up soon, but I don't wanna go up fast
I stayed young, but growed up fast
Y'all still yearning for the past
None of y'all **** playin' with that guap, y'all got phony racks
I just ran off with that **** wallet, he got only cash
And I'm just tryna kick my feet up, but y'all don't relax
Them **** say they wanna pull up and scrap, but y'all won't even clash
I bet that he think that he the future, but he won't even last
I'm staying here and smoking dope
All that disrespectful lingo, what the fuck it mean though? (Yeah, yeah)
They ask why I put in my two cents like I got C-notes
I'm smokin' on that tree, bitch, don't play no fuckin' Creed
Get-get-get that record, spin that vinyl, 7.62 hit yo' spinal
Streaming don't pay me enough, go and bump my shit off Tidal (Yeah)
Don't play with my guap, no arcade, run yo' mouth, get jinxed like Arcane
That boy finally took an L, I said, "Welcome to that heartbreak"
Oh, yeah, that's so worth
No son of mine is gonna be smoking dope
I smoke loud like Eric Mays
I got dough like I got crepes
**** my sun, but he got no rays
I sing my song and they sing they praise
I want the penthouse, I want the acres
I wanna ball out just like the Lakers, yeah
Hold up, guess what? Bitch, I'm back
Check my sleeve, got tricks up that
I hope that I go up soon, but I don't wanna go up fast
I stayed young, but growed up fast
Y'all still yearning for the past
None of y'all **** playin' with that guap, y'all got phony racks
I just ran off with that **** wallet, he got only cash
And I'm just tryna kick my feet up, but y'all don't relax
Them **** say they wanna pull up and scrap, but y'all won't even clash
I bet that he think that he the future, but he won't even last
Why not, dad? Is it any worse than your three-martini lunch?
What? No son of mine is gonna be drinking a three-martini lunch
Why not, dad? Is it any worse than your five-scotch breakfast?
What?
Written by: Ruby Red
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