lirik lagu epic – detroit l-o
[intro]
yea the uh, the volume of the headphones is pretty cool
aight. raw sh*t
fenkell ave man, steel block (shoutout to my old steel n*ggas)
still k!lling all this wack sh*t (gold bottle team b*tch)
[verse 1]
purely focused on my paper, all that drama you can save it
cuz that sh*t is dead to me, grab the shovel, gon and grave it
all i do is jot the truth, when a n*gga get ta writing
all these b*tches broke as f*ck, running round, steady fighting
this that fenkell ave. sh*t, you might witness plenty murders
hit the cosmos coney island for a gyro and a burger
shout out to that n*gga j, mally mich and ted riot
heard yo girlfriend was a chooser, made her suck me in the hyatt
heard yo mans was a b*tch, running up, i’d wish he try it
heard he bruised his hand tryna shoot that gun, why he buy it
seem like every other chick, always tweet the same sh*t
she wanna cake and get her booty rubbed, you a basic b*tch
i been seeing lotta grown men in they feelings dawg
goin through the sh*t that b*tches goin through, really dawg
actin like a kid, i should buy em’ toys for christmas
but i got a couple million and some cribs on my wish list
[hook]
tryna maintain in a city so hectic
every time i write, i cook some sh*t up so epic
am i gonna make it thru da struggle, you can bet it
do it for the love, stop lookin for the credit
(raw, raw, raw, raw)
[verse 2]
i think i figured out the sh*t
n*ggas always starting beef because they can’t afford the sh*t
two things that triggers anger is no money and no food
if it ain’t about no money, then it don’t affect my mood
i don’t feel awkward when i talk to girls i mentioned on disc 1
when i wake up to a watch collection, talking bout which one
inspire them all, believe in yo bros
give us a minute, we’ll make a hunnid a show
live like the white man, lowkey stunting n*gga
walking down rodeo and 5th wit my cousin n*gga
grind for them lofts boy, intentions to ball boy
leer jets and penthouses, i want it all boy
soaked up the game from n*ggas who already made a k!lling
now i can’t f*ck with a dude if he ain’t tryna make a million
king size beds, wake up to mirrors up on the ceiling
tell you dis journey a n*gga on brings a epic feelin
[outro]
see a n*gga like me, i’m a raw n*gga
uh. see we k!lling all this wack sh*t
these n*ggas out here fabricated, you know?
these n*ggas out here generic, so uh
liveraw gold bottle team? we k!lling all this wack sh*t
raw sh*t, westside
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