Outro (Pt 3)
I am the nipsey to my nitty
Country living in the gritty
I am who they talkin' bout
When they ask who run the city
Nobody is fucking with me
On this microphone
Questions about what flight I'm on
Where I reside or who I'm cool with
If you ain't in my circle homie mind your own business
You ain't catching this wave I'm on
Surf off this
No more chillin, broke in my apartment
Or working for a piece of shit at that desk in my office
This is that conglomerate, underdog triumphant (shit)
Ohh we knew he would blow conversation
Without the argument
Ain't nobody topping this
Raw lyrics mixed with substance
(IS)
Knowledge of self
In dosages
Comprehend my messages
Encrypted in my lyrics
I call it Mexican medicine
Self-made entrepreneur
Who is a lyricist
Asking me stupid questions
I could give a shit
Only concerned about my plane ticket and where I'm landing at
It ain't Eazy
Believe me
I've been knee deep
In the trenches
My music doing the numbers
My numbers
Push up the bench press
Used to be less fortunate
Broke kid out the orphanage
Fortunately, my hustle and skill level
Got me the opposite
(Bop to this)
Down the block
Letting ya fucking speakers knock
After 12 o'clock
With the broke muffler exhaust
Louder than Diana Rosse
Stacks fatter than ricky Ross
I'm the Fucking boss
Just Let ya boy floss Fresh
Country living in the gritty
I am who they talkin' bout
When they ask who run the city
Nobody is fucking with me
On this microphone
Questions about what flight I'm on
Where I reside or who I'm cool with
If you ain't in my circle homie mind your own business
You ain't catching this wave I'm on
Surf off this
No more chillin, broke in my apartment
Or working for a piece of shit at that desk in my office
This is that conglomerate, underdog triumphant (shit)
Ohh we knew he would blow conversation
Without the argument
Ain't nobody topping this
Raw lyrics mixed with substance
(IS)
Knowledge of self
In dosages
Comprehend my messages
Encrypted in my lyrics
I call it Mexican medicine
Self-made entrepreneur
Who is a lyricist
Asking me stupid questions
I could give a shit
Only concerned about my plane ticket and where I'm landing at
It ain't Eazy
Believe me
I've been knee deep
In the trenches
My music doing the numbers
My numbers
Push up the bench press
Used to be less fortunate
Broke kid out the orphanage
Fortunately, my hustle and skill level
Got me the opposite
(Bop to this)
Down the block
Letting ya fucking speakers knock
After 12 o'clock
With the broke muffler exhaust
Louder than Diana Rosse
Stacks fatter than ricky Ross
I'm the Fucking boss
Just Let ya boy floss Fresh
Credits
Writer(s): Ekrem Bora, C. Cigdem
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