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Here Again
Hip-Hop/Rap
Here Again was released on July 17, 2026 by Mafiatic Music as a part of the album XYZ 2
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AlbumXYZ 2
Release DateJuly 17, 2026
LabelMafiatic Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ends
Ends
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ends
Ends
Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

Aye, who want what?
Toss those ugly babies back in the trash
Yeah, we started with Here I Come
Ay, yeah, then I'm Here
Yeah, then I'm Gone
Aye, I'm Here Again
It's Ends Baby
It's Ends baby
It's Ends Baby
Y'all gon' let me talk my shit right now
Aye, aye
I'm here again, came back, there's no
I'm here again, came back, there's no beauty in the lens
Took so, took so, took so many years to build it but the second
That I pause to catch a breath, crumble back where I began
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
I'm here again, ho
Is there any other way as suspenseful?
Here again, ho
And once I'm left, ho
You can bet your bottom dollar
I'll be back, back
Looks like I'm the only active misfit left
I can't fall behind if I don't quit while I'm ahead
Sitting on more music than my competition does
Did or ever will have, so high above your skill, match
Buy more drugs than if you bankrupt with pill pack
Come up short still, try the shit the cartels have
King of the hills back, The Saurus couldn't help you
Even if you're Ill, Mac, you come up short with little raps
All I've ever done is dope shit, you smell that?
Either way, homie, I still want my rolled bill back
I know they herd me and I will sack Gazelle's past
Frontin' on me, Serengeti, pride, and still cap
Boat tuggin' when I'm presented with milk bags
Give her children, turned to leather once I kill calfs
How you beef with someone who that's how they thrill catch?
Sans the rubber just to make sure that you feel that
I'm disgusting, I don't give a motherfuck
There's nothin' you can take from me except a bunch of crumbs
Size my hungry stomach any day, check the pill box
Never say how much I take in when I peeled off
I remember runnin' drugs from The Hilltop
Cause a pretty woman let me touch whatever feels soft
Keep runnin' till that woman fully filled up
Semen leakin' outta anywhere she spilled from
Might as well have been my own personal pin cushion
Had been so happy she had let me into it
Not to mention how it changed, let off at the range
Clips, bullets, targets ovaries, and then shoot it
What the fuck lil' Rob? stuck in puppy love?
Dealin' with gorillas in the mist like Donkey Kong
All I wanted was to turn a hoe to soccer mom
How I end up as the only one who dodged a rocket launch?
Put it on the list, homie, better cross it off
The time's now, go ahead and check my pocket watch
Freeze him out, I can get the scoop, no Häagen-Dazs
Top him off, then I scoop 'em all, like baklava
Ate 'em all, sonning everyone, the octomom
I can force results, I'm the Jedi to a Padawan
I'm on the job, you pretend to dress up comic-con
War is good for nothin', let's make love like our socks are off
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here again
Came back, there's no beauty in the lens
Took so, took so, took so many years to build it but the second
That I pause to catch a breath, crumble back where I began
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
I'm here again, hoe
Is there any other way as suspenseful?
I'm here again, hoe, and once I've left, hoe?
You can bet your bottom dollar I'll be back, back
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here again
Came back, there's no beauty in the lens, lens
Took so many years to build it but the second
That I pause to catch a breath, crumble back where I began
Fuck it, fuck it
I'm here again, hoe
Is, Is there any other way as suspenseful?
Mafiatic, but I flash without a trench coat
Wager everything I own on my pencil
I'm here again
Written by: Robert Hunter
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