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EZayy - Im The Best (freestyle) Lyrics



EZayy - Im The Best (freestyle) Lyrics




I'm the best to ever do it, bitch, I ain't new to This, I'm true to this
Never been with no stupid shit
Always been with a uzi clip, unload, reload
Reusing it...acting like you knew the shit
Bet a knife in your head, make you forget My mind no lie I'm losing it

In time, you'll find I choose to win Shoot the fifth, move the brick
No question bout it, I do this shit I know my role, no movie script
Caught a body don't know where it went Maybe in a ditch, sewerage
Now it's just funeral services and eulogies Whole family singing sad songs

Got quick guns for fast arms I ran down with the guns up
And blew his head off with the mask on,
Glass bong, OG, bare arms like no sleeves
I can sell crack to a phone screen or Sell Blood to a nosebleed
You know me, sip slowly and split sticks wit my homies

Adderall, no alcohol Promethazine with codeine
No lie, I know crime And that 45.'s my co-d
And there's no sleep, we on both feet
Till we know that we gon' eat
And we eating, just eating Ball every day, Not just weekends

All we do is hustle, f*ck sleeping If they ain't Talking money enough speaking
No speaking, no speaking
Don't run our mouth, don't hold meetings
With no police in no precincts
And if you do, it's no breathing, EzAyy
Never rode in the slow lane
Finna blow like cocaine

Aiming at your head till there's no brain Flame like propane, aim, bang!
No name..on pain pills no rozay
Only pour oil like ole'
In the field, cause I got more game
Running this shit like I got four legs
Dope game, addicts come
We just in the trap house, bagging up
Yeah I do my numbers, automatic guns
And that bullshit you talk, ain't adding up They mad as f*ck, with no dough
Anytime I cop a 20 ounce gotta pour 4
And Imma sip it till my visual is slow-mo, Pull the pistol make em' stand still like a photo
We the shit, I don't think bitch I know so
No love for a snitch and no words for the Po-po...money, money, more hoes
Now I fasho know, why OT geniuses in love With the coco, ball till we go pro, one with The 4-4...guns in the front yard, aimed at the Front door, uhh
I'm riding around let the semi bang
I'll slide through your block, give it Everything!
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I'm the best to ever do it, bitch, I ain't new to This, I'm true to this
Never been with no stupid shit
Always been with a uzi clip, unload, reload
Reusing it...acting like you knew the shit
Bet a knife in your head, make you forget My mind no lie I'm losing it

In time, you'll find I choose to win Shoot the fifth, move the brick
No question bout it, I do this shit I know my role, no movie script
Caught a body don't know where it went Maybe in a ditch, sewerage
Now it's just funeral services and eulogies Whole family singing sad songs

Got quick guns for fast arms I ran down with the guns up
And blew his head off with the mask on,
Glass bong, OG, bare arms like no sleeves
I can sell crack to a phone screen or Sell Blood to a nosebleed
You know me, sip slowly and split sticks wit my homies

Adderall, no alcohol Promethazine with codeine
No lie, I know crime And that 45.'s my co-d
And there's no sleep, we on both feet
Till we know that we gon' eat
And we eating, just eating Ball every day, Not just weekends

All we do is hustle, f*ck sleeping If they ain't Talking money enough speaking
No speaking, no speaking
Don't run our mouth, don't hold meetings
With no police in no precincts
And if you do, it's no breathing, EzAyy
Never rode in the slow lane
Finna blow like cocaine

Aiming at your head till there's no brain Flame like propane, aim, bang!
No name..on pain pills no rozay
Only pour oil like ole'
In the field, cause I got more game
Running this shit like I got four legs
Dope game, addicts come
We just in the trap house, bagging up
Yeah I do my numbers, automatic guns
And that bullshit you talk, ain't adding up They mad as f*ck, with no dough
Anytime I cop a 20 ounce gotta pour 4
And Imma sip it till my visual is slow-mo, Pull the pistol make em' stand still like a photo
We the shit, I don't think bitch I know so
No love for a snitch and no words for the Po-po...money, money, more hoes
Now I fasho know, why OT geniuses in love With the coco, ball till we go pro, one with The 4-4...guns in the front yard, aimed at the Front door, uhh
I'm riding around let the semi bang
I'll slide through your block, give it Everything!
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Writer: Eric Hoyer
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Performed By: EZayy
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Eric Hoyer

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