Blue Thoughts
The life I'm living is full of sin and contradictions
I keep a pistol incase these niggas try to catch me slipping
I'm henny sipping while sitting Bacc reminiscing
Thinking bout my homies that are gone and no longer living
I got a list of names, this liquor help me drown the pain
I take a look at my circle only a few remain
Tho many things change I still remain the same
Trapped in the rain got me lost in my brain
Let me walk you thru my blue thoughts Light me up a Newport
Young lost juvenile growing up in New York
Life wasn't easy ironic my name is Eazy
I tell you half the shit I seen you probably wouldn't believe me
Gang wars, lives lost all over a bitch
Fucc it I'm on some new shit I'm just tryna get rich
I done caught enough fades, loaded up enough clips
I need that million dollar condo I put that shit on crip
My day ones been the same ones yea cuz
And I promise that won't change even when that day comes
Rookie of the Year living life with out a fear
Disrespect me or the fam I'll cut your face from ear to ear
Convinced this is my year can't nobody tell me different
I'm a boss on a mission try to keep up with the vision
I do it for my homies on the blocc and my niggas in prison
Even tho Life goes on but your presence here we missing
Pay attention as I walk you thru my life
If I ain't have a gun then i always kept a knife
Gotta keep a cold heart In the dark hours of the night
When faced with adversity would you fight or take flight
I'm out for dead fuccin presidents to represent me
I need a condo on the beach with big booty freak
Living life succa free, this the life for a G
Certified real one, well respected in these streets
God got me like he spot me, you mad that you not me
My Flow type stocky, bars hitting like Rocky
I'm real confident so I come off a little cocky
Who you know better than me? Oh please nigga stop it
The difference between me and all these other niggas spitting
Is that my shit is vivid, I live it and you could feel it
I ain't tryna be the realest I'm simply just tryna get it
Disrespect me or the gang and these Hallows they gonna feel it
These cold bloccs raised me locced out and crazy
Smith and Wesson gripping gang banging like the 80z
I Seen so much evil I started thinking I'm in hell
I'm rolling up the reefer, I light it up and inhale
I'm tryna ducc the reaper, and i ain't tryna see a jail
But these fiends need drugs and we got them all for sale
Money is the motive so that I could live life well
Put my little son thru college I'm tryna see him excel
Live life without a fear, I know that death is always near
Live everyday like it's my last and every month like it's my year
I'm so ahead of my time ain't no way I'm gonna fail
Finna do it my way I don't care how you feel
Carve my own lane out and give the game a new feel
Baby telling me to chill cuz I keep it too real
Cuz i keep too real
I'm one hunnid or nothing I got your Bacc if they fronting
We'll take they whole world on if they say the wrong something
Let me walk you thru my blue thoughts, light me up a Newport
Young lost juvenile growing up in New York
Life wasn't easy ironic my name is Eazy
I tell you half the shit I seen you probably wouldn't believe me
My life could be documentary on the screen of your tv
And even with the lights on you niggas still couldn't see me
I'm gone
I keep a pistol incase these niggas try to catch me slipping
I'm henny sipping while sitting Bacc reminiscing
Thinking bout my homies that are gone and no longer living
I got a list of names, this liquor help me drown the pain
I take a look at my circle only a few remain
Tho many things change I still remain the same
Trapped in the rain got me lost in my brain
Let me walk you thru my blue thoughts Light me up a Newport
Young lost juvenile growing up in New York
Life wasn't easy ironic my name is Eazy
I tell you half the shit I seen you probably wouldn't believe me
Gang wars, lives lost all over a bitch
Fucc it I'm on some new shit I'm just tryna get rich
I done caught enough fades, loaded up enough clips
I need that million dollar condo I put that shit on crip
My day ones been the same ones yea cuz
And I promise that won't change even when that day comes
Rookie of the Year living life with out a fear
Disrespect me or the fam I'll cut your face from ear to ear
Convinced this is my year can't nobody tell me different
I'm a boss on a mission try to keep up with the vision
I do it for my homies on the blocc and my niggas in prison
Even tho Life goes on but your presence here we missing
Pay attention as I walk you thru my life
If I ain't have a gun then i always kept a knife
Gotta keep a cold heart In the dark hours of the night
When faced with adversity would you fight or take flight
I'm out for dead fuccin presidents to represent me
I need a condo on the beach with big booty freak
Living life succa free, this the life for a G
Certified real one, well respected in these streets
God got me like he spot me, you mad that you not me
My Flow type stocky, bars hitting like Rocky
I'm real confident so I come off a little cocky
Who you know better than me? Oh please nigga stop it
The difference between me and all these other niggas spitting
Is that my shit is vivid, I live it and you could feel it
I ain't tryna be the realest I'm simply just tryna get it
Disrespect me or the gang and these Hallows they gonna feel it
These cold bloccs raised me locced out and crazy
Smith and Wesson gripping gang banging like the 80z
I Seen so much evil I started thinking I'm in hell
I'm rolling up the reefer, I light it up and inhale
I'm tryna ducc the reaper, and i ain't tryna see a jail
But these fiends need drugs and we got them all for sale
Money is the motive so that I could live life well
Put my little son thru college I'm tryna see him excel
Live life without a fear, I know that death is always near
Live everyday like it's my last and every month like it's my year
I'm so ahead of my time ain't no way I'm gonna fail
Finna do it my way I don't care how you feel
Carve my own lane out and give the game a new feel
Baby telling me to chill cuz I keep it too real
Cuz i keep too real
I'm one hunnid or nothing I got your Bacc if they fronting
We'll take they whole world on if they say the wrong something
Let me walk you thru my blue thoughts, light me up a Newport
Young lost juvenile growing up in New York
Life wasn't easy ironic my name is Eazy
I tell you half the shit I seen you probably wouldn't believe me
My life could be documentary on the screen of your tv
And even with the lights on you niggas still couldn't see me
I'm gone
Credits
Writer(s): Ezequiel Santos
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