EZ

Lyrics

(Verse 1) When I come home I always bring wonderful gifts I only go ghost so you can have something to miss I look in the post, couple jumpers and shit Made a lot of money from this. but not enough money off this I only want comfortable things Uber driver driving 106 It's do or die and now I gotta dig It's fall or fly and I'm growing some wings I can't roll up the ganjas Still roll with the rastas BBQ sauce with the flow now Please don't put pork in my pasta I just came up off my own sound You just chat shit in your adlibs Please go record, write a flow down 1 scene, too many actors Still the nigga still the man Still gwarning wicked and bad She's kinda thick in the waist But just a 6 in the face, I might just hit from the back Still the brother still the boy Treat the game like it's a toy All the others are annoyed Blah blah blah, I'm ignoring all of your noise (Chorus) E-Z My ting, looking, Ri-Ri The man, in my, city Making, it look, E-Z Oh man, it's so, E-Z My ting, looking, Ri-Ri The man, in my, city Making, it look, E-Z (Verse 2) When I come home I always bring wonderful gifts I only go ghost so you can have something to miss I look in the post, couple jumpers and shit Made a lot of money from this. but not enough money off this Still gwarning wicked and bad, still gwarning wicked and boassy The gyaldem call me sexy, the gyaldem call you broski On the pitch I'm like Messi, on the court I'm like Kobe But I see the paint on them Loubs, I hear the tick on that rolly Drink a couple beers in Germany Walk in rooms where they've all heard of me Speak the truth out of courtesy Leave the booth like a murder scene No yutes now I jimmy up But I'll son you for a pick me up You can start it ima finish up You got a couple months to live it up Got a lot of hats but now they're asking for packers one I'm just backstage with some Cheetos and Capri sun Plotting, plotting, plotting, must be so frustrating Just cause I'm not in the conversation, doesn't mean that I'm not in the conversation (Chorus) E-Z My ting, looking, Ri-Ri The man, in my, city Making, it look, E-Z Oh man, it's so, E-Z My ting, looking, Ri-Ri The man, in my, city Making, it look, E-Z (Verse 3) I would feel the pressure, if I made the effort I could go forever, if time weren't of the essence But yeah, yeah, I've been feeling jaded, crowds in amazement Making songs in minor keys, still don't chat to majors, please Still up on the playlists, people getting at me Still up on the tour bus, phone ain't got no battery Kinda miss my sister, feel like we've been drifting But I've been on a mission, patience and persistence This is the life of an introvert, yeah, see the story live and learn, yeah People fade bridges burn, yeah, c'est la vie I wish it weren't, yeah But on the road and off the road I'm real, laying low, saying no to deals Rather pay my debts than pay my dues, call my phone up asking "where are you?" Take away my wife or take my pride Only way a black man can bruise Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder Only way that I can make the news Bro said there's pressure on my back Either take the praise or take the flack Tell my story say it on a track When I make it out don't come back