(music) Young Ezzee: Production
Im Like A Preacher *****
Im Just Preaching My Word
But A ***** Aint Speaking
I Make Sure I Get Heard
I Said Im Like A Preacher
***** Im Just Preaching My Word
I Said Im Like A Preacher *****
Im Just Preaching My Word
I Said Im Like A Preacher
***** Im Just Preaching My Word
Im Like A Preacher *****
Im Just Preaching My Word
But A ***** Aint Speaking
I Make Sure I Get Heard
I Make Sure You Get The Verse
It Aint Hard To Interprit
The Kid Perfected His Rhymes
Dog The Flow Is So Perfect
Under The Influence
Dog The Flow Is So Fluent
Ya *****s Went To School
Dog A ***** Was Truent
I Was Out With My *****s Man
Running The Streets
I Got A Lifetime Of Stories
I Can Tell On These Beats
*****s Holding Heat
The Others Searching For God
But When You Doing Satins Work
Man The ****’s Little Hard
It’s Something Inside Me Dog
Something Beneath
Something Beneath My Skin
And It’s Eating At Me
People Tryna Reach Me
But Im Stuck In The Game
Me And My Fou, Five
Dog We Stuck In This Frame
Stuck In The Time
When A ***** Was Forced To Grind
Besides Using My Nine
Im Using My Mind
Using My Time Wisely
I Gotta Do Something
I You Aint Make A Change
Man You Aint Do Nothing.
I’ll Never Give It Away
And My Heart Heart Is Here To Stay
This Is My Music
God Gave Me Music
And I’ll Never Give It Away
And My Heart Is Here To Stay
This Is My Music
God Gave Me Music
Uumm.
I Put On The Headphones And Zone Out
I Just See Th Demons
It’s Like A *****s Wide Awake
But I Feel Like Im Dreaming
*****s Is Screaming
Once They Hear The Sound Of The Shoots
These Hypes Be Feening On The Block
That’s Why We Selling Them Rocks
We Bail On The Cops
Once They Hear The Sound Of The Sirens
My Folks Bust On The Cops
Man My *****s Is Wilin
(there’s A Storm In My Heart)
Homie I Gotta A Vision
I Just Can’t See It
Whatever I Wanna Be I Can Be It Homie
(there’s A Storm In My Heart)
And I If I Can’t Do It
I Try My Damness Man I Gotta Persue It
Just Keep Grasp Man
And Try Not To Loose It, Dam!
(there’s A Storm In My Heart)
Hustla Hard
**** Minimum Wage
I Put The Pen To The Page
When I’m Felling This Rage
Don’t Wanna Ingage
With The Gauge
So It’s Automatic Words
I Start The Busting Off Shots
Start The SpiTtng Up A Verse
Run Your Pockets
Snatch Your Purse
Man My Stomach Is Empty
I Gotta Get That Money man
By Any Means Simply
The Epiphany
To Get Dough
I Can’t Go Back To Being Broke
I Can’t Go Back To Slanging Coke
But Now I’m Back
And On That Road
No I Don’t Know
Where I’m Headed
But I Know Where Im Going
You Can Call It Poetry
But To Ezze It’s Just Flowing.
I’ll Never Give It Away
And My Heart Heart Is Here To Stay
This Is My Music
God Gave Me Music
And I’ll Never Give It Away
And My Heart Is Here To Stay
This Is My Music
God Gave Me Music
Uumm.
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