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fifa
Hip-Hop/Rap
fifa was released on June 12, 2026 by STE ENT. as a part of the album in my lane* - EP
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Release DateJune 12, 2026
LabelSTE ENT.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ReMar Reid-Johnson
ReMar Reid-Johnson
Vocals, Instrumentalist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ReMar Reid-Johnson
ReMar Reid-Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ReMar Reid-Johnson
ReMar Reid-Johnson
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, ayy
This shit too easy
She playin' game like it's FIFA
Can't trust a hoe, I don't need her
Off drugs, I be higher than ether
Why you mad I'm a big non-believer
I been ballin' hard, can't get no sleep
How you hate when you up in the bleachers
Man she thought I would never just peep
Now she tryna play follow the leader
My old bitch give me brain like a teacher
In the stu hear the bass through the speakers
They gon' see S.T.E be the wave
Counting cash why you mad that you cheaper
I just threw my young **** a feature
Told em' it ain't too long till they see ya
Know a bitch from the south, she a tweeter
On her knees like I just be a preacher
Man, I told her, don't stop, keep it goin'
Now I run up to cash while it's snowin'
Had a plan and this shit now it's showin'
Yeah, cut him off, why they think that I owe em'
Yeah, Brodie said that the fiends already know em'
Caught a play so i'm calling him Owens
Yeah, stack it up till my pockets explodin'
Yeah, they switch up in the past, now they foldin'
Hang with ****, I know they got
Hang with ****, I know they got motion
They keep it real, I can't fake what I'm showin
Lessons learned, but I always keep growin
Count up blues, til it look like a ocean
She in love with the pills and the potions
They hit the road, off the E straight to Dover
Yeah, I can't stop it ain't no brakes, I keep goin
Count it up, count it up, till it's touchin' the ceiling
Pour it up, pour it up, I be lovin' the feeling
Run it up, run it up, know the future revealin
I be lost in the vibe, now my head get to spinnin
Count it up, count it up, till it's touchin' the ceiling
Pour it up, pour it up, I be lovin' the feelin'
Run it up, run it up, know the future revealin'
I be lost in the vibe, now my head get to spinnin'
She playin' game like it's FIFA
Can't trust a hoe, I don't need her
Off drugs, I be higher than ether
Why you mad I'm a big non-believer
I been ballin' hard, can't get no sleep
How you hate when you up in the bleachers
Man she thought I would never just peep
Now she tryna play follow the leader
My old bitch give me brain like a teacher
In the stu hear the bass through the speakers
They gon' see S.T.E be the wave
Counting cash why you mad that you cheaper
I just threw my young **** a feature
Told em' it ain't too long till they see ya
Know a bitch from the south, she a tweeter
On her knees like I just be a preacher
Written by: ReMar Reid-Johnson
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