EA
Sick of all the "he say, she say"
All up in my DM sending me hate
I just wanna create
Since a youngin, knew that I'd be great
Now I'm in the game like EA, EA, EA
Yeah I know, kinda sound cliché
But I mean, look back at the replay
Life moving quicker than a freeway
Dog, I don't ever take a free day
Applying pressure never give 'em leeway
Shorty let me hit it on my b-day
Probably tried to turn me to a BD
Had to hit the erase
I be in the lab like I'm DeeDee
Dropping bombs on 'em like D-Day
Y'all be on the web like Petey, Parker
Tryna act tough but you Binky, Arthur
Tryna get a feature, talking 'bout "tap in"
Boy you the tap, I'm the Fiji Water
Welcome to the slaughter
Boy you a goner
Terminate 'em, word to John Connor
Black young stunner
Come and get your girl I don't want her
I did not st-st-st-stutter, honey
Rollie on my wrist made of rubber
I don't got no time for you buddy
Feel like Chris Tucker
I be in a rush to the money
I don't like waiting for a buffer, dummy
How you try biting my style
When I'm Buffy, Buffy Summers
Finna get bloody, making y'all suffer
Really I'm saying I'm slaying y'all suckers (woo!)
Roll around town undercover
Police tryna get a young brother (what? uhh!)
Tryna put me 6 feet under
Mad that I'm proud of my color
I pray for my mother
I pray for my sister
I see way too many black women going missing
I pray for my cousins
I pray for their children
After high school they wanna send us all to prison
Man they really wanna kill us
Welcome to the Earth simulation
Y'all should've learned from the matrix
Living in the book of revelation
When you start turning the pages
It's lookin like "Birth of A Nation" it's crazy
We going through a paradigm shift
I don't know where it might end
It's kinda crazy to me
I hope we get to paradise quick
Man I'm getting terrified here
I hope you praying for me
I remember last year when I said
"I don't need a verified check"
Then they gave it to me
My foots right there on y'all neck
And some of y'all swear I'm not lit
Stop playing with me
Sick of all the "he say, she say"
All up in my DM sending me hate
I just wanna create
Since a youngin, knew that I'd be great
Now I'm in the game like EA, EA, EA
Yeah I know, kinda sound cliché
But I ran it back like I'm a DJ
Had to get it T'd up
Y'all gone eat it up like it was chicle
Said I'm hot, but now I'm bout to heat up
Probably need a Eegee
Boy I know I'm hotter than a Cheeto (really dog?)
Okay, that was cheesy
I Ain't Sorry for my ego
Swear to God I'm making it look easy
Y'all ain't in the way, man this a free throw
You can't even see me
Y'all secondary, y'all B-Roll
Probably why they wishing they could be me
You ain't never being me though
Made it this far and kept it PG
That's because I'm always on GO GO GO
Sick of all the "he say, she say"
All up in my DM sending me hate
I just wanna create
Since a youngin, knew that I'd be great
Now I'm in the game like EA, EA, EA
Yeah I know, kinda sound cliché
But I mean, look back at the replay
Life moving quicker than a freeway
Dog, I don't ever take a free day
Applying pressure never give 'em leeway
Yeah, let it rock
Squad
All up in my DM sending me hate
I just wanna create
Since a youngin, knew that I'd be great
Now I'm in the game like EA, EA, EA
Yeah I know, kinda sound cliché
But I mean, look back at the replay
Life moving quicker than a freeway
Dog, I don't ever take a free day
Applying pressure never give 'em leeway
Shorty let me hit it on my b-day
Probably tried to turn me to a BD
Had to hit the erase
I be in the lab like I'm DeeDee
Dropping bombs on 'em like D-Day
Y'all be on the web like Petey, Parker
Tryna act tough but you Binky, Arthur
Tryna get a feature, talking 'bout "tap in"
Boy you the tap, I'm the Fiji Water
Welcome to the slaughter
Boy you a goner
Terminate 'em, word to John Connor
Black young stunner
Come and get your girl I don't want her
I did not st-st-st-stutter, honey
Rollie on my wrist made of rubber
I don't got no time for you buddy
Feel like Chris Tucker
I be in a rush to the money
I don't like waiting for a buffer, dummy
How you try biting my style
When I'm Buffy, Buffy Summers
Finna get bloody, making y'all suffer
Really I'm saying I'm slaying y'all suckers (woo!)
Roll around town undercover
Police tryna get a young brother (what? uhh!)
Tryna put me 6 feet under
Mad that I'm proud of my color
I pray for my mother
I pray for my sister
I see way too many black women going missing
I pray for my cousins
I pray for their children
After high school they wanna send us all to prison
Man they really wanna kill us
Welcome to the Earth simulation
Y'all should've learned from the matrix
Living in the book of revelation
When you start turning the pages
It's lookin like "Birth of A Nation" it's crazy
We going through a paradigm shift
I don't know where it might end
It's kinda crazy to me
I hope we get to paradise quick
Man I'm getting terrified here
I hope you praying for me
I remember last year when I said
"I don't need a verified check"
Then they gave it to me
My foots right there on y'all neck
And some of y'all swear I'm not lit
Stop playing with me
Sick of all the "he say, she say"
All up in my DM sending me hate
I just wanna create
Since a youngin, knew that I'd be great
Now I'm in the game like EA, EA, EA
Yeah I know, kinda sound cliché
But I ran it back like I'm a DJ
Had to get it T'd up
Y'all gone eat it up like it was chicle
Said I'm hot, but now I'm bout to heat up
Probably need a Eegee
Boy I know I'm hotter than a Cheeto (really dog?)
Okay, that was cheesy
I Ain't Sorry for my ego
Swear to God I'm making it look easy
Y'all ain't in the way, man this a free throw
You can't even see me
Y'all secondary, y'all B-Roll
Probably why they wishing they could be me
You ain't never being me though
Made it this far and kept it PG
That's because I'm always on GO GO GO
Sick of all the "he say, she say"
All up in my DM sending me hate
I just wanna create
Since a youngin, knew that I'd be great
Now I'm in the game like EA, EA, EA
Yeah I know, kinda sound cliché
But I mean, look back at the replay
Life moving quicker than a freeway
Dog, I don't ever take a free day
Applying pressure never give 'em leeway
Yeah, let it rock
Squad
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Writer(s): Ali Tomineek
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