album cover
Coughing
Hip-Hop/Rap
album cover
Release DateJune 15, 2026
LabelGAME KNIGHT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
N Game
N Game
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Alexander Youmans
Noah Alexander Youmans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
N Game
N Game
Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

What the fuck
Yo
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Shut the fuck up
Alright
Baby I'm doing great
Ants up the hill
We not one and the same
I been stuck on the track
I'm running in place
They sucking my dick
But I'm not for the hate
But who else is to blame
You working for pussy
It's minimum wage
N Game so amazing
I'm slipping from grace
Cutting my arm off
Then sipping the saline
I been for the boobs since I was a baby
I'm stuck in the past
Need to crawl out the basement
They think this shit is a game
I'm playing the beat over solar eclipses
I left then I went missing
I croak
I'm going the distance
Can't have shit cause you never gone listen
Jump in the ditch and I'm 666'ing
I been sick
Out my way
Face that clip
I start a parade
Can't feel shit
All in my face
Inject him with lead
Yea I'm filling my brain
I killed off space
I count up the seconds
I needed a taste
I jump in the coffin
A good night sleep
Always under the tree
Cause I needed some shade
I been sick
Out my way
Face that clip
I start a parade
Can't feel shit
All in my face
Inject him with lead
Yea I'm filling my brain
I killed off space
I count up the seconds
I needed a taste
I jump in the coffin
A good night sleep
Always under the tree
Cause I needed some shade
Always barking up trees
Bitch I'm needing a break
At the end of my wits got me whipping the tank
Bitch I don't want to stop
Got me switching the brakes
I could show you the world
But it's all at the bank
Baby I'm dipping the stakes
Ripping my face off
I'm swimming with sharks
And I'm killing the eight ball
You can't step in my league
You don't know how to play ball
Got him out of the game
And I think it's a great call
You don't have what it cost
My bitch got scales
Yea she came from the marsh
I'm rubbing the money
Push buttons to start
I feel like Edward
I pop out at dark
She hate when it's hard
I act like a lawyer I'm pulling the bar
I needed utensils to pull it apart
I need a new dentist
They want me to starve
Written by: Noah Alexander Youmans
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