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Sweat-EZ - Youth (feat. Twigz) Lyrics



Sweat-EZ - Youth (feat. Twigz) Lyrics




And they say imitation is the highest form of flattery true
I'd wanna be me if I was you
Take notes on my style my quotes and my rhymes and my crew
But this life will never be for you
Unapologetic with my overall aesthetic
Say it once again for all the folk who didn't get it
Thanos chatter when I put em on a platter
Bigger and I'm badder terminating half you rappers
I got Chicks throwin fits for my hits they love me
Quick and Sick with the wit got my nose all runny
So don't get it twisted sonny even though I make no money
On the low catch your hoe call me honey
Yeah say it loud for the f*ckers in the back
Anybody askin homie why he wanna rap
Anybody wonder why I'm hoppin on the track
Anybody pondering what separates from whack Stop
Thinkin that you somethin that you not
Boy big chillin while the work is payin off
Something like a sloth
Dro get delivered by drone to the door
Man I ain't got no f*cking time to cop
Remember when you wanted to be FREE
Wanta turn 4 into 3
When I came around you would FLEE
Met your girl prescribed her some vitamin d
Now you wanna be a g like me?
Uhhhhh
And I keep my bed full I pull every single little hottie that's ahead of me
Uhhhhh
And ya Gleam mad dull bad dude and I see that Red skull you an enemy
Uhhhhhh
Cross streets and I caught you in my sight do it wrong and I got you in my memory
Uhhhhhh
And if we gotta fight Yell Toro toro Red bull with the energy Ayyy
Free lesson don't you ever forget it
If you want it bad boy you gotta go out and get it
Nigga you don't get it
Sugar made me damn near diabetic
I could bottle up my swag and sell it
Red hot like I'm never gettin cold
Tryna get some platinum but I'm midas with the gold
Bet I'm gonna grind like my soul got sold
Live 2 decades but I'm never gettin old

Venom I be spittin
Flows they be rippin
Can do it from the mind
And can do it from a written
My talents unmatched
And I'm only gettin better
Hit you with the flack
Then I'm grabbing my Beretta
It's just who I am boy
I've been doing it for days
Grabbing on these racks
Cuz you know I'm getting paid
Confusing you with bars
Boi I'm a rapping up a maze
Take your present
Unwrap it be amazed
Hit the plug on the cell
Burnin like I'm hell
Like Tyson in this bitch
I fight till the bell
Ripping your ears
With the sound I expel
Now you're Microsoft
Boi you can call it excel
Feelin out the vibes
With twigz I'm on the rise
Deep with my squad
Now you're hearing war cry's
From all the slaughter
Now I know I got you bothered
Take a timeout
There's more rappers to be fathered
Saying holy shit
Cuz you know I'm martyr
Say I'm independent
I prefer founding father
Hit you through the wire
I'm always fresh can't expire
All the labels want me
I go with the highest buyer
Now I'm on the charge
You won't be getting far
Burning down the bridge
Ain't no use in a car
Maybe you could try and fly
Now I'm on another high
Leave your shit behind
That's what I despise

Now here he come with a swagger like this
Cold as the ice that he wear on his wrist
Don't start with me if you want to exist
Plane of my own I'm on the too fly list
Tired of the bottom cuz I want number one
But I'll take my time there's songs to be sung
Feeling the kung fury boi I'm like Shanq Tsung
Time for me to take the game cuz your time is done

Doin it so casually
You'll be another casualty
Taking all your energy
I'm charging my battery
Now I'm on the rise
I'm only movin latterly
You take it so literally
I'm rulin this embassy
Hit it with the vibe
And the flow so cold
Keep it chill in the streets
But I'll always throw bows
Focus up the mind
Now I'm making bank notes
You know who I am
I'm worthy of ya note
Bouncing the beat
Just like a pool float
Now you're looking pale
But that's just cuz you choked
Hate to hear your laugh
Cuz your careers the biggest joke
Now I get your girl
Zuckerberg with the poke
It's Return of the Mack
The way I bring it back
Wearing a rappers hat
You're all in dunce caps
Floorin in the game
Cuz I got a tank of gas
Gettin straight A's
Is what made this Class Act
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And they say imitation is the highest form of flattery true
I'd wanna be me if I was you
Take notes on my style my quotes and my rhymes and my crew
But this life will never be for you
Unapologetic with my overall aesthetic
Say it once again for all the folk who didn't get it
Thanos chatter when I put em on a platter
Bigger and I'm badder terminating half you rappers
I got Chicks throwin fits for my hits they love me
Quick and Sick with the wit got my nose all runny
So don't get it twisted sonny even though I make no money
On the low catch your hoe call me honey
Yeah say it loud for the f*ckers in the back
Anybody askin homie why he wanna rap
Anybody wonder why I'm hoppin on the track
Anybody pondering what separates from whack Stop
Thinkin that you somethin that you not
Boy big chillin while the work is payin off
Something like a sloth
Dro get delivered by drone to the door
Man I ain't got no f*cking time to cop
Remember when you wanted to be FREE
Wanta turn 4 into 3
When I came around you would FLEE
Met your girl prescribed her some vitamin d
Now you wanna be a g like me?
Uhhhhh
And I keep my bed full I pull every single little hottie that's ahead of me
Uhhhhh
And ya Gleam mad dull bad dude and I see that Red skull you an enemy
Uhhhhhh
Cross streets and I caught you in my sight do it wrong and I got you in my memory
Uhhhhhh
And if we gotta fight Yell Toro toro Red bull with the energy Ayyy
Free lesson don't you ever forget it
If you want it bad boy you gotta go out and get it
Nigga you don't get it
Sugar made me damn near diabetic
I could bottle up my swag and sell it
Red hot like I'm never gettin cold
Tryna get some platinum but I'm midas with the gold
Bet I'm gonna grind like my soul got sold
Live 2 decades but I'm never gettin old

Venom I be spittin
Flows they be rippin
Can do it from the mind
And can do it from a written
My talents unmatched
And I'm only gettin better
Hit you with the flack
Then I'm grabbing my Beretta
It's just who I am boy
I've been doing it for days
Grabbing on these racks
Cuz you know I'm getting paid
Confusing you with bars
Boi I'm a rapping up a maze
Take your present
Unwrap it be amazed
Hit the plug on the cell
Burnin like I'm hell
Like Tyson in this bitch
I fight till the bell
Ripping your ears
With the sound I expel
Now you're Microsoft
Boi you can call it excel
Feelin out the vibes
With twigz I'm on the rise
Deep with my squad
Now you're hearing war cry's
From all the slaughter
Now I know I got you bothered
Take a timeout
There's more rappers to be fathered
Saying holy shit
Cuz you know I'm martyr
Say I'm independent
I prefer founding father
Hit you through the wire
I'm always fresh can't expire
All the labels want me
I go with the highest buyer
Now I'm on the charge
You won't be getting far
Burning down the bridge
Ain't no use in a car
Maybe you could try and fly
Now I'm on another high
Leave your shit behind
That's what I despise

Now here he come with a swagger like this
Cold as the ice that he wear on his wrist
Don't start with me if you want to exist
Plane of my own I'm on the too fly list
Tired of the bottom cuz I want number one
But I'll take my time there's songs to be sung
Feeling the kung fury boi I'm like Shanq Tsung
Time for me to take the game cuz your time is done

Doin it so casually
You'll be another casualty
Taking all your energy
I'm charging my battery
Now I'm on the rise
I'm only movin latterly
You take it so literally
I'm rulin this embassy
Hit it with the vibe
And the flow so cold
Keep it chill in the streets
But I'll always throw bows
Focus up the mind
Now I'm making bank notes
You know who I am
I'm worthy of ya note
Bouncing the beat
Just like a pool float
Now you're looking pale
But that's just cuz you choked
Hate to hear your laugh
Cuz your careers the biggest joke
Now I get your girl
Zuckerberg with the poke
It's Return of the Mack
The way I bring it back
Wearing a rappers hat
You're all in dunce caps
Floorin in the game
Cuz I got a tank of gas
Gettin straight A's
Is what made this Class Act
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Writer: Christopher Hamilton, Elijah Hason
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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