[Intro]
Yo, it's Ethan
People talk about guns
And how they wish they had some..
[Verse 1]
Memories can be your enemies
If you let them get to you, they no longer get to me
Because I found the recipe like three W's
Rest in peace to the terrible things that have troubled you Because I found another way for you to make it through the day
Because Ethan's getting paid for making lyrics they relate to "Ethan what about all of the people that will hate you?"
I really do not mind, they wish they were getting paid too
They wish they could get relayed to
With information about my life so I could help them pay dues And I know they'll treat me like Jesus
To get a piece of my pie, but that's the slice that I gave you
And I ain't handing out the fishes, or three wishes
Mother wants me to do the dishes, I tell her: "This is
The stuff that will save my life
Help us escape the strife"
Yeah but, this isn't right
Because I
[Chorus]
I am the one loading up the Metaphorical Gun
And blasting us away from where we came from
And bringing in funds, and letting all of my friends have fun With all of my money, only given to people from day one
And some other's that have come into my days
They know that we are family and don't have to worry 'bout getting paid
When I say family, I mean the one's that got my back
Some of my genetic family ain't family to me in fact
[1:25]
In fact, I got a strap
Might be different than yours, still hiding it behind my back
Keeping it secret until one of the days people come and rap at me
They won't know what's happening, kids like "What is that pappy?"
Shield your eyes, civilians run and hide
You're witnessing genocide, millions of people will die
Woman and children will cry, men will come to me and try
End the falling of the sky, it's too late, these lyrics fly
What did I lie?
Nah I didn't, I still got my secret hidden
It ain't tangible you kidding? Ain't a strap I'm carrying in
It is actually the key to all my happiness
Factually rapping on beats, just say I'm blasphemous
You'll just catch a blast from this, rapture hit
Alligator smacking lips
Hungry for the money, what you think I got an actual strap on my hip?
But wait, maybe I do
I'm loading it up to shoot
Aiming directly at you
Because
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Because they didn't think I could rap
Told me I didn't have talent, now without apologizing coming back?
I mean what the hell is that, I'm still pissed and will not act
Like I'm not, you got no shot at coming back into my life
I can rap, you cannot, now don't let me tell you twice
I already said it once, last time before you getting diced up
On the beat, what's up
Don't mess around with me you fool
I ain't getting used, nah I ain't no garden tool