Rick - EZ WRITERS lyrics

[Verse 1: Damion Alexander] I guess we can't win the ship and be runner up Without em' running in churches to take some of us. Damn! Busting slugs in religious led sanctuaries Then wonder why n***as don't give a f** Whats necessary's necessary, guess we get that from hereditary Animal Veterinary, Cannibal d**h is scary if you never seen it Vehement from the cement to the soil overseas The war is over oil, tempers boil then they bleed And that's just the distraction that they use to plant the seed That we could never be, or we will never see; everything we dream about So that's why I'm screaming out f** what you scheming bout Cause Lady Luck don't give a f** what you thinking bout' Scribbling and dribbling the 2 ways to make it out I did both and I'm still f**ing broke n***a Dave East, yea I'm still smoking dope n***a Old school like I still f** with coke n***a Slow as a snail, I'm gonna prevail cause I spit that sh** that chronic that will make your a** choke n***a Tired of saying n***a, but f** it I love my folks n***a Optimistic, yea I've still got hope n***a Finna hit the radio and slay em 10-4 n***as Used to be nice but nowadays I don't know n***as Ain't' changed a bit but still I don't know n***as Acting like a hater, guess it's time for me to show n***as No time for the games, f** you if you lame I'm in my own lane, I'm trying to grow not change I need the dough not the change, everything paid Whole family laid and yea mother f** the fame it's E-Z WRITERS n***a! [Hook: Damion Alexander] If you worried bout your kids and you wonder who this is They gon' be an addict once you get a whiff of this E-Z WRITERS n***a. E-Z WRITERS, E-Z WRITERS, E-Z WRITERS n***a If you wonder who this is and you worried bout' your kids You gon be an addict once they get a whiff of this E-Z WRITERS n***a. E-Z WRITERS, E-Z WRITERS, E-Z WRITERS n***a [Verse 2: Damion Alexander] That colostomy, lobotomy, número, Deuteronomy You do not want no parts of me, that's honesty dog I just stepped in my shoes, I ain't tryna be GOD The mic's the weapon I chose with no kind of regard I did it in adolescence, I ain't gotta learn to ball I ain't gotta stand tall my n***a that's automatic I spit it so sporadic, this sh** will get oh so drastic If your a** don't stand back. Now understand that! Cuz look, even as a fan I'm tryna BLAM BLAM that I'm tryna get them grands stacked, so when I'm a grandpap My children won't be k**ing, them n***as will just be chilling like they f**ing granpap Like where them bands at, like I'm still playing sax n***a Still smoking pack n***a. Til the day I die I guarantee Imma be that n***a Vic Mensa, but most n***as won't get the picture Call it dementia cuz' most n***as yea, they'll forget ya Bring it down to the nitty gritty. I must admit it's kind of different being from the city, moving to the burbs Understanding that people are sh**ty, gets on my nerves Catch me in the cut. Not a lot of words She got a lot of curves and I got the same thing Can't do the same things if you want to change things I be talking to myself you wonder what insane brings? And I'm a motherf**ing maniac The craziest part is nowadays I'm o k with that No catering to cadence, I cater to the equator Understand yourself you won't be soo much of a hater Balanced out my life and now I'm on the escalator I'm gradually moving up like f** and elevator I f**ed the arpeggiator and attached a detonator BOOM! [Hook: Damion Alexander] If you worried bout your kids and you wonder who this is They gon' be an addict once you get a whiff of this E-Z WRITERS n***a. E-Z WRITERS, E-Z WRITERS, E-Z WRITERS n***a If you wonder who this is and you worried bout' your kids You gon be an addict once they get a whiff of this E-Z WRITERS n***a. E-Z WRITERS, E-Z WRITERS, E-Z WRITERS n***a