Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dallas Woods
Dallas Woods
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Woods
Dallas Woods
Songwriter
Andrew Burford
Andrew Burford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murphi
Murphi
Engineer
Andrew Burford
Andrew Burford
Producer

Letra

Mr. EK, Mr. EK, Mr. EK I'm just a rapper, rapper, rapper Ah I'm just a rapper with a habit of slappin' rappers for practice (smack) Title of the story, no happily ever after You can test the waters, no parlay packed to the rafters Y'all don't fit your profile, like a cat fishin' disaster (whoa, fuck) Sleepin' giant just woke up (uh-huh) Shy kid at the back of the class finally spoke up Motormouth, bite your tongue, or get your throat cut These industry bullies didn't notice they on notice I need them to notice the peckin' order, I had enough What they projectin' and accolades just ain't addin' up We switch profession, no effort, so why they mad at us? Country boy in the states, term Alabama tough Bomb squad I'll whoop your ass in your mum's yard Ain't got beef with anybody, 'less they want some My brother, where you been at? Legit, it's been a minute Don't talk about the hood, I asked around You ain't been in it We far from law abidin' We the reason they deploy the sirens Pressure got 'em leakin' on the street like water hydrants I guess ya pull a little different when you orbit giants Flow out of this world, no Rick and Morty science If my arly and my bala, no subby, then change the subby (uh) Get lippy then get chipped by cuzzy, shit could get ugly I'm not tryna talk that talk, my brother, trust me Gully ready to annihilate anyone who confront me That's my old chap Hardest in the city, that's a known fact Leave your chin right where your nose at, brother know that They told be me, brother, fuck what they say (they say) 'Cause if the truth hurts, haha, what the fuck could they say? You'll never hear my bros yellin' out, "Gang, gang" But I would take a bullet for them boys, it's the same thing Need a little moonlight when you dancin' with satan Only makes sense in a world godforsaken Leaders are racist (uh) Racists are leaders First they undermined us Then overachieved us I watched from the sidelines I watched from the bleachers (whoa) Learned from the students But nothin' from teachers Really what did they teach us? So, put respect on my name Used to think material and blow a check on a chain I'm still looked the wrong way and get checked on a train Young Ernie Dingo bark and get smacked in the face, ah Man, it is what it is Man, it is what it is Man, it is what it is I'm the hardest in the biz, man, it is what it is Man, it is what it is (uh-huh) Man, it is what it is Man, it is what it is I'm the hardest in the biz, man, it is what it is (Okay, uh) Man, it is what it is I'm the hardest in the biz, I'm the hardest
Writer(s): Andrew Burford, Dallas Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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