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1. |
Intro III
01:50
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It Ain't Eazy
(On your own)
It Ain't Eazy
(All alone)
It Ain't Eazy
(On your own)
Taken the road less traveled
Anxiety battled
Those who said I wouldn’t get here
Left stranded without a paddle
Up shits creek
I’ve had enough this week
Charged it to the game
Keeping all my receipts
Record meetings pissed me off
I’m not tan or buff enough
“Use your light complexion”
To sale records
I’m Mexican asf /
What I’m supposed to do now?
Fake it like ain’t brown
Mumble a few words round
With a piñata in the background?
Y’all got me fucked up
Like my auntie cooking at Christmas
Bullshit on my to do list
You’re name ain’t on the guest list
You’re Ludacris
So, move bitch
Way out my circumstance
Trying to make these dollars not put shit on my conscience
Mentally I’ve been exhausted
Socially awkward
Anxiety got the best of me
Got me acting obnoxious
Getting weeded to solve it
But it’s not solving these problems
My momma moved out to Texas
And I be missing her often
My grandma still fighting
Saying son, you gone make it
Takes every ounce of strength
In me to not cry when she says it/
Another day isn’t promised
I’m being brutally honest
And that day gonna come when she ain’t there and I know it
But my pride I can’t show it
Back to the booth I keep going
Writing my truth in the lyrics
For all the lies that I’ve spoken
Right all my wrongs
Give my soul a good scrubbing
The angels are watching over Me
And these demons i keep ducking
Hoping one day I’ll find peace
And end the self-destruction
Phone started ringing
Thought process was interrupted
“Sir we’re boarding your flight”
I must of passed out or something
Half alive with my eyes wide
Sitting in the plane ride
Knowing it ain’t easy
Thinking to myself like
This is what I asked for .... right?
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2. |
Crisis
03:00
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(Chorus)
1 time for em praying on my downfall (aye)
2 times for the homies that didn’t get far (aye)
3 times for the fresh squad screaming in the background at my concerts that they want more
4 times for anybody who doubted me
5 times to my father who abandoning me
6 times for the people like me with PTSD and anxiety
You are not alone
When my voice hit the beat
It’s a crisis (whoa)
Peaceful in my heart
But the drama bout to start
Keep a (gun noise) —— nah nah nah ...
Punch line for the lunch line
Rappers standing in
I’m the nicest (try me)
They talkin’ like i pay attention (naw)
Gettin' paid to walk in
You pay general admission (whoa)
We are not the same (naw)
I’m different
Used to pitch rock on the mound
Like Clemmons (whoo)
Fuck around if you bout it
We can get it (whoo)
Keyboard warriors all get deleted (whoa)
Y’all ain’t bout shit
Keep ya fake handshakes & mix tapes I don’t need it
Noah how you doing?
Been a minute
Father of the year
You didn’t get it
Didn’t pitch a ball or go fishing
Teacher asked where yo dad at?
Told em you went missing
Tell em how you deserted me
Grandma took care of me
Ran from 5-0
Gun shots & security
Beat my mom's physically
Best gift you’ve given me
Showed me what not to be
The proud father that you couldn’t be
Pal bearer at the funeral isn’t me
Dead the past with my last verse
Curse Rollin' by in a hearse
Skirt skirt
Rest In Peace
I don’t wanna talk
Put the phone down
You don’t want these hands boy
Calm down
You had the spotlight
Til I came round
Played the background
When it dimmed down
Boy How you feel now?
Ima have security
Walk you out now
Let the door hit you on the way out
We ain’t fam
That word played out
You Said I’d never be shit
Well I’m it now
(Chorus)
1 time for em praying on my downfall (aye)
2 times for the homies on the badger squad (aye)
3 times for every job that I got
Getting fired on the spot cause I spit raw
Fuck y’all
4 times for the nights that were all bad
5 times for labels who ain’t call back
6 times for the kids like me with PTSD and anxiety. (This the get back)
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3. |
Friend or Foe
03:18
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(Chorus)
Friend or foe yo, state ya biz-
I hustle 25/8
In the state
That I live ...
(Emanuel Brown)
Friend or foe/ I don’t know/ do my thing/ that’s all I know/ gotta work/ that’s the game/ cuz when I’m sleep/ I be missing on the dream/ in overtime/ if you know what I mean/ here’s the scene/ I work a nine to five/ got a family/ I have to provide/ making music/ the rest of my time/ no excuses/ no sleeps necessary/ gotta work/ I can snooze when I’m buried/ shit/ you know what it is/ out here doing research/ got to get to this biz/ failures never a option/ say I’ll never make it/ this games about shots/never know/ if you don’t take it/ my shot all net/ got cash in my wrists/ been working for awhile/ for perfection/ that’s it/
(Fresh C)
I hustle like Gary vee
Rarity to see
Me not being productive
Constructing or conducting something cause ownership is the key
To success (Y’all)
Flying 30,00 feet in the air for a meet and greet
I remember being told (hell naw)
Four businesses deep
I sign all my checks in permanent ink
That reads ‘fresh c’
(Aha)
Get the last laugh when I overlap
These raps acts who laughed
I’m a breath of fresh air to their asthma attack
(Damn)
Can you tone down the lyrical raps?
Speaking in laymen’s terms
I’ve been doing this
Toured the whole country
Knocking em off my checklist
Local to headliner
Business to empire
Rocking sets with a empty crowd
No longer a vibe downer
Hustle I’m the definition
You’ve met the founder
Can y’all feel me
Friend or foe
Say it louder
(Fresh C) Chorus
Friend or foe yo, state ya biz-
I hustle 25/8
In the state
That I live ...
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4. |
Destined II
01:55
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Welcome to my living hell (I Call life)
My alias is that of Walter white in all white & black Nikes/
I cook lyrics like raw
Dope
But I stay fresh
When I spit a verse you're seeing the poltergeist/ weird right?
Ya'll prolly missed the message
Stupidity is a disease left most of y'all highly effected/
Lethal injection/
Lyrical antidote to cure the infection/
Take two of these in the morning/
Remedy's highly effective/
Local rappers getting ejected/
I pass on they offers /
Only selective few I fuck with/
Now they squint at me in public like they constipated or something/
Wanting something for nothing with hands out I'm saying fuck em!/
Excuse my arrogance/
Been humble and tolerant /
But y'all constantly reminded me Ya'll could give a shit/
I've been a dick /
Ever since/
The drama you cause how could I forget/
I wave at you with my middle fingers
To be generous
Be careful with words you udder
They are really your enemies
Who are disguised as your brothers
You show too much love
They show they true colors
Expectation is poison
Reputation is a mutha
Fucka.....
When I speak rapper b line
Talk shit
From behind
Street credit is declined
Rewind
Y’all feline
Sidelined
Sit the pine
Watch us shine from the sideline
They saying’ I’ve changed
Damn straight....
Didn’t come this far or work this hard to stay the same
Asking with Palms out
Been giving you free game
Can’t hustle a hustler
The gems given
Is a gold chain
Daaaamn
What else y’all want ?
Can’t remember the last time
Y’all helped me out
So, if you don’t mind I'm gonna roll up a blunt
And even if you did, I still wouldn’t give a fuck hahaha
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5. |
Roll Up
02:36
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We gone roll up the jay
Yo where the weed at?
We gone roll up today
Yo where the beats at?
Squad gone roll up today
Where the show at?
We gone roll up the jay
Yo where the weed at?
Put ya blunt in the air for me one time
Roll it up, light it up for me (oh my)
Rolling pine
Feeling Devine
On I-9
In my 6-5
Seat reclined
(Yeah)
Here we go again
Another journey in the mother ship
Touring the country in a rocket ship
Two spliffs lit
Lifestyle legit
Can it, Can It, Can it
Get any better than this?
Naw
Is what I told myself
Puff and pass
To the left control yourself
Springing into the brief intermission
By yourself
(Chorus)
We gone roll up the jay
Yo where the weed at?
We gone roll up today
Yo where the beats at?
Squad gone roll up today
Where the show at?
We gone roll up the jay
Yo where the weed at?
-A N X I E T Y-
-K I L LA -
When I get high
Anxiety, Killa
Post traumatic
It’s automatic
That I pack it
Can't go a day without it
In case Ya want static
Combat it
When I light it
Tour bus getting rowdy
6 dudes' bout it bout
Every show we smoked at it
Sold out yeah, we (Did) Dad it
Front row getting crowded
Security need to stop it
They knocking on the window
Caught me in the parking
Lot
Stop for a minute
Fuck a pill
Give me my medication in concentration
No hesitation it’s inspiration when I’m weeded
Intoxicated not hardly
Ain’t ever catch me drinking
I’m cheefin' with Chong
Taking Rips from the bong
Travis Thompson on repeat
With my squad in the car
Middle fingers out the window screaming fuck y’all
(Chorus)
We gone roll up the jay
Yo where the weed at?
We gone roll up today
Yo where the beats at?
Squad gone roll up today
Where the show at?
We gone roll up the jay
Yo where the weed at?
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6. |
Golden Era
02:40
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(Emanuel Brown)
I’m fresh from the earth/motherfucka what you worth/ been doing this for years/revving up the gears/
This that boom bap/bass slap/days with the eight track/ funk flex/grit rap/ might get ya chain snatched/
Back to the roots/turntables in the streets/
Where it’s beef/feel the heat/always cheffing/
Time to eat/they coming for my spot/
I ain’t going nowhere/barely writing four bars/
Man I double/and I triple/not a issue/will dismiss you/ motherfucka I’m a great/ hitting weights/moving plates/ do a 100/out the gate/I ain’t mad at you brotheren/
Go head/do ya mumbling/me homie/I’m shuffling/
Brains/just concussing/keep it authentic
All facts/that’s a given/take notes
Better listen/
I’m bringing something different/
Shit I’m raw/it’s whatever blood/
Fresher than you ever was/
E. Brown/ Fresh C
Vets boy/ who’s touching us
(Chorus)
(Fresh C)
I’m fresh from the hearse
Back from hell with a verse
Got the devil in my punchlines
Saying ... what your soul worth?
Gold chains, fat stacks
Big titty bitches
And dirty needles
Passing blunts in the church parking lot
By the steeple
(Da evils)
From the era of kday
2Pac and biggie smalls
The infamous peace treaty
Graffiti on the walls
90 era hip hop
Where you had to have bars
Stepping in the cypher meant you had to have balls
Most of ya'll
Are Vaginas females on menopause
Practicing abstinence, we ain’t fucking with y’all
Can’t mumble your way out this lyrical ass beating/
(.....)
My bad/
I dozed off when you were speaking
Half ass rappers with Wack delivery got me sleeping/
When I step up in the ring my competition shit bricks, standing stiff like they swallowed ready mix cement
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7. |
Where am I?
03:09
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(Chorus)
Where am I
Where did all this time go
All this time go x2
Wasted all this time
Am I chasing dreams or chasing streams?
Hit 2 milli it ain’t what it seems
Phone Rings
Who could it be?
(It’s prolly my cousin doodie or homie up the street who never supported me)
But swear up & down (6 o clock)
That they helped me
Bubble
Kept me off the block
Ironically ran outta gas in the parking lot
If I could loan em a couple grand
I'm bout to pop
Or let me get that feature dog
You and I will drop some fire bars
Then I hit em with the business
Oh, you charge? Fuck all that shit you just local dawg
(Chorus)
Where am I
Where did all this time go
All this time go x2
Wasted all this time
Touring the states
From the east to the west
Biracial Cody
Bi coastal fresh
Put some respect on my name “baby” come correct
Talking about a feature
Better start writing a check
That idea wasn’t yours
You Copy cats
Pretending it’s original
You copied that
Imitation the sincerest form of flattery
Fuck the credit
I'll take my payments from the royalties
Lawyer fees
Ya boy need some peace
Without the peace
My art is a masterpiece
Hardest working Hustler
Ask Gary v
Got the text message at
7:43
(Chorus)
Where am I
Where did all this time go
All this time go x2
Wasted all this time
Not to mention
Social media trolls
Instagram hoes
Posted with my bros
Pros/cons of paving the road
Yep!
That’s how it goes /
Living in a fantasy
Internets not reality
Streams from my last song
Changed me into a oddity
The Lives of my family
Escaping poverty
Fans getting mad
For the reasons they kept blessing me
Females they keep testing me
Grandma continue praying for me
Grandpa and I solid
Told me that he was proud of me
Anybody who doubted me
This is your song
Proving myself right by proving em all wrong
(Chorus)
Where am I
Where did all this time go
All this time go x2
Wasted all this time
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8. |
You
05:46
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Since the first rhyme I ever wrote
It was meant for you
"Long days and late nights"
I stayed up for you
She broke my heart into pieces
I was so in love with you
Only to find out
That she was only fucking you
Wassup with you?
Wrote you a letter from the van
On my first tour for you
Left my girl behind
Got fired from my job with you
My friends laughed at me, but I stuck with you
Slept on floors washed dishes
Stayed broke for you
Damn near even went to jail for you
Record execs sayin’
I’m no good for you
Unless I change my directive
Sniff coke and do dope with you
Shuffled on my iPod
Even went to school with you
Held me at my lowest
That’s why I fuck with you
Watched my friend die in my arms
I mourned with you...
But lately I’m not feeling the vibe with you
When will I be enough for you?
(fan voicemails)
My whole life revolved around
A 808 and drum break/
Led down a road full of depression and heartache/
The sacrifice
I made
Yeah, it seems great/
But every shot I get
Is like a Pump fake
No complicated rhyme schemes
Metaphors or similes
It’s for the fans
Who look up to me/
Y’all know the words to my songs
And rock with me
Bought a cd
Stood in line to talk to me
Who appreciate the efforts
I put into my artistry
I sacrifice it all
“But it ain’t eazy”
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9. |
Outro III
01:56
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I am the nipsey to my nitty
Country livin 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 im cool with /
If you ain’t in my circle homie mind you’re 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 old 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 just happens to be 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 outta the orphanage
Fortunately my hustle and skill level
Got me the opposite
(Bop to this)
Down the block
Letting the speakers knock
After 12 o’clock
With the broke muffler exhaust
Louder than Diana Ross
Stacks fatter than ricky Ross
I’m the Fucking boss
Let ya boy floss
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