म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ed O.G.
Ed O.G.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Anderson
Ed Anderson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kool DJ E.Q.
Kool DJ E.Q.
Producer

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Yo I be feeling mad drama
We all in between like a comma
Came on the same boat now we swimming like the piranhas
Jeffrey Dahmers, no GED's with honors
Young mamas, playing theyselves out like leather bombers
I'm as, just as broke as you black
I know the whole tussle of the hustle I've been through that
Now true that, when you peep the whole scene
Without cream, there ain't no dream, no self-esteem
Glitz or gleam, plus I find it harder to redeem
The dream to shine like Sheen that's why fools be high like a bean
To take a break from reality
Everyday assault the work without the batteries
Who's bad as me, that's all that seem to matter see
Emphatically, everybody's on a jacking spree
Packing heat to make ends meet
No love on the street watch out or get beat
You in the hot seat, kill a **** in a heartbeat
I ain't even willing to turn the other cheek
So I remain deep to maintain, seven days a week
The sooner it gets brighter, the more it gets bleak
But I got to hold on by the skin of my teeth
Not to fall like a leaf or drown myself in my own grief
It'll take the Lord to heal me that's for real see
Ed O's from the ghetto do you feel me?
I hear ya
Now let me tell off, any rap cat who said I fell off
Shit on him so bad, he couldn't get the smell off
So what you well off, I shoot the mic, spit a shell off
Come harder, than finger waves trying to get the gel off
I'm heaven sent, to throw your whole set the hell off
And when you catch a buzz I'm the one ringing your bell off
My word is to be heard on shores and seashells
I'm choking label heads like coaches by Sprewell
You couldn't see me, even though I heard you see well
I'm terminally sick with it, I never be well
I represent Boston **** throw up the three well
It's all about the threes and trees tricks and cheese
No love for enemies but shows for big fees
And dog blowing cats out with ease in a breeze
But I don't think that you become real B
Come on, tell me do you feel me?
I hear ya
Went from a rapper to a criminal with
Ill-ass thoughts in my subliminal
Just makes me a stronger individual
My life is pitiful, mind on residuals
Time is getting critical, **** wanna ridicule
When I'm at the pinnacle, of my career
Living life without fear pouring beers for my peers
Who passed throughout the years, no time for tears
Nobody really cares, everybody's out to get theirs
But it prepares me for the bigger picture
Jealous fools be out to get ya, hit ya, wanna split ya
When you try to get richer when you're broke they wanna diss ya
Ditch ya, dogs hit ya, quit ya, like a job
Doing dirt like the mob, no need for me to sob
It be, these rap **** that be making **** rob
And push weight, they can't wait for they fate
They got a video, but can't put food up on they plate
So who's to hate, you's upstate
You wanna be a dog like Nate
Have them brothers pushing Rovers like Mr. Slate
Now that be on the real true, only God can heal you
Believe me dog I feel you
I hear ya
Written by: Ed Anderson
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