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HIGH REGARDS
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Rap
HIGH REGARDS was released on July 24, 2026 by Gorilla Music / Etherboy Music Group as a part of the album I SHOULD BOOM YOU TOO
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Release DateJuly 24, 2026
LabelGorilla Music / Etherboy Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NEMS
NEMS
Rap
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Rap
Ron Browz
Ron Browz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Doyle
Travis Doyle
Songwriter
Rondell Turner
Rondell Turner
Songwriter
Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr.
Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Browz
Ron Browz
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, turn my vocals up
Fuck your life
Fuck your life, ****
Yeah
I'm from a dirty place where **** learn to swim with the sharks
Preachers fucked you in your ass and put your kid in the wall
Don't leave the whip door open, killers'll sit in your car
They put a ticket on his head so he could visit Allah
Before a po' got murked
He pull up to the Rucker Park and wheelie, skrrt skrrt
Put a stain up on your shirt
We could never take a picture, though he grew up with the Fergs
I'm too cool with Rich Porter daughter, that's my heart for sure
And if it's beef coming, we digging in garbage cans
We done turned this shit into a baby Taliban
Dust took 22 shots, how can he stand?
Walking with some holes in him, he the Swiss cheese man
I pull up to the P's, mind a bitch up in the V
Dead people on my teeth 'cause I'm flossing my deceased
Broke people left diseased, don't ever step to me
****, fuck your life, I'm F-E-R-G
See me, where I'm from, this shit be the illest
I know all my thug ****'ll feel this
****, fuck your life
We handle business for the kids and the wizards
Going hard for the diamonds and bitches
****, fuck your life
Yeah, we floss on the rings and things
That champagne help relieve the pain
****, fuck your life
Through it all, I won't change a thing
To help Moe meet for major things
****, fuck your life
I'm from the grimy part of Brooklyn, broken glass, car alarms
When you hear the Leon name, you hold that shit in high regards
Homicides, robberies, and foreign cars
Putting gold on the babies, walk around the hood like stars
Forget about the ball, let's talk about the streets
Shug looked to Coney Island when he started Death Row East
Yeah, he must've got word how we rock
Laid low in C-Rise after he blicky pop
There's a lot of shit I couldn't even say on wax
Come through and find out quick, we don't play all that
The hood'll suck you dry
Al Capone got the name Scarface catching a buck fifty by the ride
It should come as no surprise when your mans a Judas
'Cause everyone around you scheme is an opportunist
Hustle then you thrive, fuck a nine to five
This rap shit is easy 'cause this is what I survive
See me, where I'm from, this shit be the illest
I know all my thug ****'ll feel this
****, fuck your life
We handle business for the kids and the wizards
Going hard for the diamonds and bitches
****, fuck your life
Yeah, we floss on the rings and things
That champagne help relieve the pain
****, fuck your life
Through it all, I won't change a thing
To help Moe meet for major things
****, fuck your life
Written by: Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr., Rondell Turner, Travis Doyle
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