Lyrics

[Intro: J 2EEZY] J 2EEZY on mic, NZ Let's go lets go Back then you could see me lying to the feds Now I got a TV wider than your bed Girls in my DM's be trying to obsess Cuh when I MC its not a night to forget Nah, I say no to a sesh Cuh I'm over that shit, yea I'm over the stress What if I told you my key to success Was to clean all this mess out my head [Hook: J 2EEZY] Drug fiend friends can't see me again Hustling friends can't see me again Police man nah, they won't see me again But if you steal from my car, you will see me again You will get dropped quick by EEZY again One drop kick, three knees to your head Don't talk to me about bread You ain't out here to eat, just out for street cred [Verse 1: J 2EEZY] J up on the mic I'm cold Fights get over whenever I get involved Cooked guys looking all fried and toast I don't wanna hear about "man buys in bulk" Man cried and sulked when your bro got (picked up) Who got their best friend arrested (shit cunt) Tell yourself to keep selling that shit cuh One day you'll be down in a cell with him bruv [Pre-Hook: J 2EEZY] J up on the mic I'm-mic I'm hungry None of these fake tough guys can't touch me Driving to court while I'm flying round country My life's good man your wifey's comfy Your wifey's lovely Remember that time when your guys tried to jump me I came to your place to find you and she fucked me Took your girl for a ride in my front seat [Hook: J 2EEZY] Drug fiend friends can't see me again Hustling friends can't see me again Police man nah, they won't see me again But if you steal from my car, you will see me again You will get dropped quick by EEZY again One drop kick, three knees to your head Don't talk to me about bread You ain't out here to eat, just out for street cred [Verse 2: Mayday] I don't wanna hear no talk about Street Cred So little man go on off to ya bed Don't try big up your chest get left in distress In a mess and then you're all dead Spitting lyrics about things you don't do Flexing for socials when living life like this is woeful It's fake and something you don't do Cuz back then I was out breaking laws And settling scores and waging wars You was inside online and bored You never stepped outside of your front door Fact you take being on the frontline for some pantomime It's why you're not really rated You'd rather tweet about it because You wouldn't know how to handle no situation Grips man up like Akido Back out the blade like Bushido Move sick with the metal Magneto Authored by my own ego Young Mayday was sick and twisted Young Mayday was mad and risked it Young Mayday was out seeking to end beef and leave wig split [Pre-Hook: J 2EEZY] J up on the mic I'm-mic I'm hungry None of these fake tough guys can't touch me Driving to court while I'm flying round country My life's good man your wifey's comfy Your wifey's lovely Remember that time when your guys tried to jump me I came to your place to find you and she fucked me Took your girl for a ride in my front seat [Hook: J 2EEZY] Drug fiend friends can't see me again Hustling friends can't see me again Police man nah, they won't see me again But if you steal from my car, you will see me again You will get dropped quick by EEZY again One drop kick, three knees to your head Don't talk to me about bread You ain't out here to eat, just out for street cred [Verse 3: J 2EEZY] 6 in the bloodclart morning you follow me You're up late playing COD, stop it g Of course you're onto me For me to act like I never moved food Would be dishonesty But that's over G, it's the older me in effect Directly from Auckland north, east, south, west Got grands, got plans, got no respect For no gangs, shout Wiley, Kano and Ghetts Don't talk to me about violence Half you guys cry as soon as you hear sirens You ain't ever smacked up a guy bad like I did Can't call the cops on the guy you tried try it with Eye for an eye in this, tooth for a tooth But I'm the kinda guy to take a man's life for a tooth I won't just kill guys on mics in the booth I'm the kinda guy to pull up outside and could shoot Work fast then I'm on to the next You don't work hard, no 3am studio sesh (It's that NZ MC again, fully gassed up I'm never on empty again) I, work fast then I'm on to the next You don't work hard man I'll leave studio when I'm dead (Go very hard at my pastime, and I write so many bars might empty a pen) [Outro: J 2EEZY] Back then you could see me lying to the feds Now I got a TV wider than your bed Girls in my DM's be trying to obsess Cuh when I MC its not a night to forget Nah, I say no to a sesh Cuh I'm over that shit, yea I'm over the stress What if I told you my key to success Was to clean all this mess out my head J 2EEZY on mic, NZ