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Facades
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Facades was released on February 20, 2026 by FettaRecords as a part of the album 706 - EP
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Release DateFebruary 20, 2026
LabelFettaRecords
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM150

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob Fetta
Rob Fetta
Rap
Robert Sarfo Jr.
Robert Sarfo Jr.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Sarfo Jr.
Robert Sarfo Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Haris Jonuzi
Haris Jonuzi
Producer

Lyrics

First and foremost
R.I.P my brother
Dee, love forever
I hope my brother
Knew that
Went and
Pulled some bread
Out to see it
Everything I want
I can be it
Made 10 racks
Couldn't believe it
Fetta tryna ball
For his people
Every time they need
They gone hit me
Every time I need
No one hear me
Showing love
Like for what
Had to realize
No one
Really get me
Last out of six
First out of five
Told em
That ain't really
Fetta way
Last out six
First out the five
Always finding everything
Out late
Lotta grudges
And a lot of secrets
Can't believe I found
That s*** out
From the bleachers
Left the group chat
Swear I couldn't
Believe it
Twenty years
And now they
Bringing out the speakers
Losing everyday
All on my own
Showed me who
Gave a f**k
R.I.P to Steve
After we done
Told her
I gotta buck
I can't fall asleep
Around no h**
I might run
Outta luck
Reversing into every
Space I park
So I never get stuck
Vices made
A real copper
If it wasn't
Thc I'd be
A pill popper
Dattkid put down the
Build blockers
Fetta bet the over
On yourself
They'll still watch us
N****s can't even
Tell the time
But out there
Stealing watches
West african descent
Hear rice and beans
I need waakye
Arp's and g23's
Advance with real caution
She blocked me
On her main
Went to her spam
To stay locked in
N****s act like
H**s now
That can't be
My blood
Venting family problems
On the gram
For online hugs
Online trauma dumping
Is a drug
Addictions came from
Lack of care
And love
Losing everyday
All on my own
Showed me who
Gave a f**k
R.I.P to Steve
After we done
Told her
I gotta buck
I can't fall asleep
Around no h**
I might run
Outta luck
Reversing into every
Space I park
So I never get stuck
Vices made
A real copper
If it wasn't
Thc I'd be
A pill popper
Dattkid put down the
Build blockers
Fetta bet the over
On yourself
They'll still watch us
Written by: Robert Sarfo Jr.
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