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lirik lagu 5800 – ej carter

[intro]
lemme put you on some real shit
lemme talk to ya
lemme talk to ya

[verse]
what y’all know about
being one call away from the ultimate dream
being naive to what the bulk of it means
niggas worried about their deals, ignoring the fact we offer the bulk of the cream
or watching fam not sign the papers the fam gets
trusting in the suits but they scared of this fam shit
or watching your brother make a mistake that’ll cost him, it got you thinking you don’t understand the niggas you stayin’ with
like maybe you had overestimated that clan shit
or how complicated the execution of plans get
like nigga i’m your brother i put all i had into ya man, how you gon’ scan shit, straight badlands shit
now-a-days every post is eating up bandwidth
shaking hands with people i been shaking hands with
i guess y’all forgot about me, man i was here before
but everybody p-ssed up on me the year before
shit, i wasn’t ready yet, i had to work on my game
still i had niggas i thought were riding throw dirt on my name
cultivated the roots, and put some young hustlers on this pi shit
nobody saw us had to pry open their eyelids
come take a step in this neighborhood where i live
price chopper on the corner, pistols and aks, uzi’s and body armor
either make it out or die, we were interested in the former
if you looking for that tall fly youngin’ with dread locks and kiss boots
just know we low-key thuggin’, don’t pull a b-tch move
acting all different and hesitant like my wrist lose
i mean you may not know the game, it must’ve missed you
i mean you may not know his name, but your b-tch do
i mean they may not know you lame and a snitch too
but, i do, i know
i mean we go way back like pruitt igoe
i ain’t gon’ say nothing though
but you ain’t questioning my dues like i ain’t pay nothing though
graduated from college, came back, the crib was in shambles
success in today’s rap game, too much to handle
i mean i made it outta this how could we not take a gamble
shit

[verse 2]
i’m a, villain in booths, i be spitting the truth, my pen is spilling the ink, that’s forbidden as fruit
i apologize for any wrong i did in my youth
but i guess it worked out cuz now i’m here gettin’ this loot
i been in the loop, playin’ my position cuz one mistake in ya diction and you f-cked up they vision of you
i live in the stu’, doin’ what i’m driven to do
cuz it’s difficult to appreciate what’s given to you, you gotta earn it
the kids made fun of me cuz my first name was earnest, but i ain’t never lie about shit i stayed
earnest, i drove my mama crazy way before i had a permit, i had my father runnin’ all over like epidermis
but now i got the juice like a d-mn thermos, and none of these rappers here want the skirmish
it’s crazy how you try to show people love and they don’t return it, but when they p-ssin’ the judgment they wanna howard stern it
and make ya cry on stage, live on stage, really i’m lucky to be alive on stage
some nigga tried to get me i got tried on page, i wasn’t livin right
in this book of life i have just arrived on page, where i can do my thang’ up there with the best who be cakin’
bring that maybach out it’s a special occasion, at the cardinals dugout sittin’ next to an asian
the president of sony, last year he ain’t know me but now he know me, we not homies, business only
long ways from barbecue chips and fried baloney, don julio bottles i keep tequila on me
and it’s all over ice like a zamboni, like d-mn homie, the shit done changed
niggas left i got a list of names, cardiers i done switch the frames
thru my eyes i see money, c-ke bottle b-tches, and vivid moscato wishes
takin shots wit my niggas lookin’ for lotto riches
i don’t ever remember havin’ a hollow christmas, havin’ each other’s like a mansion with pic-sso in it
these fraudulent niggas are all disposable, they not coachable, actin far from approachable
i put the target on the market like a focus group, young niggas i understand what y’all going thru
blogs ain’t postin’, djs ain’t hostin’, i almost did it with no help, niggas thought i was jokin’
i had to wait on niggas trippin’, lovin’ on these hoes and
niggas in the squad low-key doubtin’ the motions
you keep it a hundred my niggas keep it 58, i’m lucky man i had both parents to keep me straight
my homies were catchin’ bodies while i caught the bus, i guess i’m not as real i thought i was
right?

- ej carter

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