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@ 874 is a track by Mike Will Made-It, taken from the album “R3SET (EXT3ND3D)”, released March 25, 2026 on Eardrummer Entertainment LLC, under exclusive license to Giant Music. It runs 2:52 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Play button above when a verified stream is available, or choose a listening service from the other options.
Within the album sequence, this recording sits alongside ATL (APPR3CIAT3 TH3 LOV3), STANDING O, TIM3. Open the album page to compare the full running order and the listening options available for each song.
Song details
- Song
- @ 874
- Artist
- Mike Will Made-It
- Release
- R3SET (EXT3ND3D)
- Format
- Album
- Duration
- 2:52
- Release date
- March 25, 2026
- Record label
- Eardrummer Entertainment LLC, under exclusive license to Giant Music
- Content notice
- Explicit
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Lyrics
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Anytime I failed and I bounced back, I never stayed there
Cut 'em off, that shit you did gettin' old, I'm talkin' 'bout gray hair
Ball, dog, when that time come, I never ball-hog
We all ball, if I fail, I do it by myself so we can't all fall
It's my loss, I really mean that
The shit that I been through, you'd probably give up if you seen that
Now when I go on stage, they know my name, they scream that
Just two years ago, I'm tryna walk down in a Scream mask
Shit bigger now, a RICO charge couldn't sit me down, I'm back
They tried to charge me 'cause my past, they tried to charge me 'cause I'm Black
At least a million on these cards and I turned all them bitches max
I never give up, I go hard 'cause who gon' pick up where I slack?
Now nigga, I got smoke for every nigga
I had to work for what I got, it weren't put in my hand, nigga, one-handed
I'm like real shit, I'll probably never win no Grammy
If they ever send me back, then I won't never see my family, Lord, Lord, Lord
Get money, they start showin' they heart, heart, heart
Wish it could go back how it was (Yeah), was, was
I'm so thorough, I don't show none but love, love, love (Toni, yeah)
I started tweakin' like, "It's too many niggas in this room"
I'm 'bout to **** this flow up, somebody get a broom
And Mr. Rent-Paid, strip club sensei
I weigh the ones and I'm faced like Dikembe
I front my unc' some grams, he ran off on me
Said he gon' whip my ass if I keep askin' for the money
I'm from the 'partments, I borrowed a scale from my neighbor (Yeah)
You ever seen forty pounds on the coffee table? (Uh)
Been wearin' name brand before I signed to a label (True)
They spent that shit again, I guess it's favor for a favor (Alright)
I came from complications, turned it into Mercedes (Alright)
You know these young niggas crazy, they'll kill you in front Grady (Okay)
You know I don't care 'bout nothin' for real, my lady and my babies (Uh)
And I need love for real (Love), I don't get it, I'm gon' take it (Take it)
And oh yeah, we took some testers when we out on a date (Our date)
I got a new watch and it got freckles on the face, Toni (Yeah)
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