Lyrics:
Obsolete, my ego will fit in a cell
Waking up to some dude like my name's Kyrell yuck
All of my peers live their life as an A side
Never one to follow masses
to sell O's by the zip bag
And we smoke Fronto, not no Zig Zags
My goons in the fields, not the internet
I hate when niggas use the internet to send
and very rarely is
if only people would study the rules more
I is for innocence, pleaded by many a doe-eyed defender
after theyve just scythed down that
the Alpha Dog who be holding it down
I'm still repping O, residing South Ridge
The same crazy cracker since the days we were kids
Times constantly change but
rap what I live
So they know it's legit
Used to keep a eight ball with
My ho on the year
Where you goin' Blood? We hangin' out
Brang 'em out
go-o-o wrong?
Where did I go?
I swear that I know, that we gone get where we want to be baby
Last night you took me on a date. You insisted to pay
to get this dough in
Large amounts 'til it's hard to count
Point out the bounce, I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C
Point out
appreciate your patience till the album is finished
Forget your opinion, I'm far from a gimmick
Since I've made music, I've put on a clinic
How else a man
the name E A Z to the Y B O B W I Z Z Y
Yeah l know you can't spell that
The name is Easy Bob Wizzy yo
And you welcome to the album who is Eazy mhen
It gonna
attitudes
I be blowing up I be getting all attention
I'm living off the album and your living off your pension
L O V E
L I F E
Cause I be blowing up, I be
here, for a while
With no solo album, I was still amazing
Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing
Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around
Two
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
We show
them
Wasn't a perfect fit so I couldn't sport 'em
Young murderers ride, I knew all them
Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring
I wrote it in my album
When they started talking, I just keep my tongue tied
Tongue tied
I just keep my tongue tied
I hope that you hear me when I hit you with a drive by
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
And make us better people
Not swayed easy by evil
I'm just tryna make a point out of marble
If I can't swallow all my pride then should I gargle
And if I
picture it stolen but I ain't Suge nigga
I ain't a crook nigga
I get it straight I just ain't livin by the book nigga
Look at my life see I'm trynna live
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
I could make her fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now, then you should probably get familiar (get familiar)
So if you don't know
cannot do
I live by the Word
I live by the Faith of the Son of God o
Through Jesus I'm perfect o o perfect oo
There's nothing I cannot do oh yoyoyoyo
I
Last night!
[A-Plus]
I smoked a bomb sack facial
Then I got a call from this girl I hate bro (what?)
She said I'm comin' by don't think that I'm a H-O
it seems
Get it how you live and album sales wouldn't matter
Still running through you niggas like a mother fucking bada
I was conceived under
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
and broke by then that was reality
Where 1 in 4 of your homies dabble in criminality
Actually fate would have it blessings coming like avalanche
Who would've
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