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What I Write
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Hip-Hop/Rap
What I Write was released on March 22, 2024 by Nature Sounds as a part of the album The Preface
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Release DateMarch 22, 2024
LabelNature Sounds
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
eLZhi
eLZhi
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Milk
Black Milk
Producer

Lyrics

Sometimes I write about the streets and how life is expirin'
Mainly through a prior sin, neighbors inquirin'
Hearin' shots firin', police sirens, been in car chases
How bein' Scarface is tirin'
Snitches perspirin' cause they wearin' wires when
They know they can be killed by who built the street empires
And it's hard to get a job cause ain't nobody hirin'
And more people gettin' laid off than retirin'
I write about the liar, the preacher with the choir
In the church who didn't soul search and never was desirin'
How money's inspirin' the youth and the environment
They're tryin' to get flyer than the elders they admirin'
Don't wanna be a fireman, cause dealers get you higher
Spend dough, buy a Benz, even furnish their entire den
Look into my eyes again, see it for yourself
See, the jewel is for your brain, the G is for your wealth
Sometimes, you may hear me writin' that next shit
Different from how some rhyme, you like it when I write that, kid
You love it when I write that shit
Show you, you don't try to fight that
See when I hear a beat an idea appears
Then another rhyme is written
I put it down, put it out, you listen to it
Then it hits your soul
Sometimes I write about the ladies
The ones with the ta-ta's and the apple bottoms
The ones I gave the eye highs to when I got on
Cause before they didn't cherish me
I write about the smart ones, the ones that need therapy
Them hoodrat broads, them Afrocentric queens
And the ones that let you get between they jeans for the green
I wrote about my ex's, the car or Lexus
To write about the next miss and how great the sex is
Ones who are sexist, those who throw hexes
Crack Beck's and ask you where your Lex is
That baby mama drama, them drama mama babies
The skeez, the ones who like to tease with all the maybes
The independent ladies, hookers and them daisies
The sane ones, the crazies, the straight ones, the gays
These are women that have been in my life
Now will it end when I begin with a wife, I don't know
Sometimes, you may hear me writin' that next shit
Different from how some rhyme, you like it when I write that, kid
You love it when I write that shit
Show you, you don't try to fight that
See when I hear a beat an idea appears
Then another rhyme is written
I put it down, put it out, you listen to it
Then it hits your soul
Sometimes I write about a theme from out a motion picture
Or something out a dream, or in a chosen scripture
A fictional novel, the way you're alive, so
Like a revival, haste to survival
There's really no rival, I'm too diverse
When I do my verse you, you die worse
Whether rap shit or battle decoys slowly rot
Like it or not boy it's gon' be hot
Street shit, club shit, the flow blow the spot
Like it or not boy it's gon' be hot
Girl shit, brag shit, your boy knows me not
If he ever doubts, boy it's gon' be hot
Written by: Jason Powers
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