Lyrics:
My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, with them MLX's
I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN,
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
Deep but I'm not from E3
Don't hate me 'cause you see me on the TV
Talk about what you gonna do when you see me
And when you see me you say Skepta,
Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup
the people, uh
(What? yeah)
Raf Simons for the people (Cash, cash)
Perry Ellis for the people, uh
(Cash Carti, what?)
We just posted by the Regal, uh (Cash
hear it by the couch?
Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet
Cause I'm not a homo
Won't drill no door hole
I won't make a peep, so you can go
Are you kidding me
Are you kidding me
Kidding me
Swinging
Make that money move
Call me tommy egan
Fuck your ends
I'm a menace
Way past time for
cold now
Thuggin everyday i been up on the road now
Sliding with my brothas we always finna showout
Rip my brotha E left me by lonely
You is not my
take this motherfuckin time to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man
(Preach on) y'all niggaz comin up
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
see me, all eyes on me
When I'm freezed up, j'd[?] up, e'z in my k'z[???]
You know damn well, you don't wanna see me all eyes on me
From all the niggas
at you in on this one
I'm putting out casts to give congrats t
By the way
I recive all the fan and e mail
through hard times
these are some of the things
Oh yeah
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm, just tryin' to get my money right
So let some dumb nigga take a flight
So
the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
a coma case closed m’tinye ya kpomkwem
Abiam e’drag point imana Abiam e’drag point
All this rappers Iji eto onu hancha na feel my joint
I do it for
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
Yeah, yeah
Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we
Bitches, I 'Taylor Gang' that yuah
Yuaah how fly, uh?
The backseat is for newborns
Homie, I'm grown
paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly!
Girl! dis
for The bay, gonna hit a triple double
Better get out my way
Yeah, get out my way, You don't know the name
I'm tryna get by, one day at a time
I got new
the game, paws up niggas
Time's up niggas, line up niggas
For the K-I, double L, E-are, Murdera
Shit's on why'all in every way shape and form
I'm
(*talking*)
Ha, man it's going down baby what
E.S.G., man I got three young thoed ass niggas in here with me baby
Know I'm tal'n bout, my lil' partna
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