Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ezra.C
Songwriter
Lirik
We bad as hell, cashing out
Look at who's laughing now
Is that what your mad about
Well guess what
You could suck my left nut
Wait no, that's not original
You could suck my dick & balls
That's for your hating ass
Being a critic every time that I make a track
I could go to hell and make it back
So you better face the facts
That I am so different
With the way that I hit this shit
Mortal Combat on the beat Ima finish it
Turn you slow pokes into snow cones
Ezz is so cold like Frozone
But I know where my suits at
He dies in the second movie, I ain't gonna do that
I shoulda said spoiler alert
But I'm too busy destroying a verse
With the way I'm conjoining these words
Cause I don't give a fuck
That's how I do it
On the mic I lose it
That's how I make my music
And everybody vibes to it
In the whip bumping Ezzi's flows
He is professional
Jacky moon cause I'm semi-pro
If you ever disrespect me yo
Say I'm not the next to blow
Pull out the lyrical strap and let it blow
From your head to toes, oh
I ain't saying that they paved the way
But my parents made the name that came to change the game
And you ain't gotta play no games I ain't the same
My parents made the name that came to change the game
And that's nothing but hard work
Spit it to raw till my jaw hurt
Ain't stopping till I'm in them concerts
And straight up like good posture
Got the kicks like soccer
OG balling like converse
Call me Elgin Baylor wearing Chuck Taylors
I got a major in getting paper
I should play for the Lakers
Cause I am one hell of a player
Catching lobs like Anthony Davis
Mom and dad look, now that I made it
Got my songs all on they playlist
Book of life, flipping these pages
Read it out loud, this my audio book
Took every single chance that I possibly could
They wouldn't pass me the rock when they should
But now I got it so look
I ask for more
I smashed em whores and grabbed the boards
Do it for the love, that's what I'm rapping for
Tryna make my music and make a living
Tryna change your views and make a difference
Got a hunger for success and a taste for chicken
Tryna learn from the best and gain the wisdom
Got my day one homies and I ain't for switching
Cause we built a team on realness
I know that y'all feel this
Going far and wide like a field trip
Fruit of labour we peel it
Spitting fire, dragon fruit
And no sir I ain't mad at you
Putting in the works what I had to do
Getting up shots after school
And I grinded till that chance came
To get a jersey with my last name
Now this young man is balling out in the D1
And his journey just has begun
I ain't saying that they paved the way
But my parents made the name that came to change the game
And you ain't gotta play no games I ain't the same
My parents made the name that came to change the game
And that's nothing but hard work
Spit it to raw till my jaw hurt
Ain't stopping till I'm in them concerts
And straight up like good posture
Got the kicks like soccer
OG balling like converse
Call me Elgin Baylor wearing Chuck Taylors
I got a major in getting paper
Swearing like a sailor
Call me Popeye
Heating on these not so hot guys
Everybody loves the sunshine
You know the drill like alumni
So run it back
Writer(s): Ezra Croucher
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