[Intro: Kito Abashi, We Vybz Tv, Ez Mil]
If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my muhfuckin' Malcolm X, my Martin Luther King because (Martin had a dream)
He's too fire to go unnoticed
There's no way I'm just gonna pass him off like he's just some any rapper, like a one-hit wonder (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Ez Mil]
I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon' talk on the phone (Haha)
Keep that same energy fuckin' with enemies
It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home, huh, huh (Run in that!)
Buddy, I'd do it alone, cuddy said, "Wait up my homes!
Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive you
Focus on aimin' that blick at his dome!" No cap
You motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain't nobody envious of you enough
Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed
Then he just gets spat back out again into a world where he doubled what he did
'Cause he learned "give it up or get fucked in turn, homie"
[Chorus: Ez Mil]
I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
[Verse 2: Ez Mil]
I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (Okay)
Minus a nine from ten, Eminem's spot still sits
But fuck a position, I'm tunin' him in
Let all you rock out with it, I ain't ever gonna be an opt-out mission
Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin', dip out and smoke
With the homies we mobbin', while I'm cleanin' the stash of my calibers
Some of them might got ya' name on 'em
While I brag about shit that could happen
I am the reason that they got a chain on 'em
When I rap, they consider me a Gatling
Fillin' up mags, I'm finna go clap 'em
Gettin' that bag with the G.O.A.T, B-Rabbit, I know they hate this flow
I'm in the mode to get to killin' again with the best
Stick in your dome, you're never gettin' a penny or less
Stealin' the flows, then I'ma spit it again as a test
Sick of these hoes, they get to bitchin' the bigger the breast
Nevertheless I'ma get it in a way that you can never better
Instead of settin' a bet up, I let up with the Beretta
Make it "dugu-dugu," drillin' you bitches in front of PETA
'Cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up always leavin' y'all wet up like
If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my muhfuckin' Malcolm X, my Martin Luther King because (Martin had a dream)
He's too fire to go unnoticed
There's no way I'm just gonna pass him off like he's just some any rapper, like a one-hit wonder (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Ez Mil]
I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon' talk on the phone (Haha)
Keep that same energy fuckin' with enemies
It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home, huh, huh (Run in that!)
Buddy, I'd do it alone, cuddy said, "Wait up my homes!
Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive you
Focus on aimin' that blick at his dome!" No cap
You motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain't nobody envious of you enough
Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed
Then he just gets spat back out again into a world where he doubled what he did
'Cause he learned "give it up or get fucked in turn, homie"
[Chorus: Ez Mil]
I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings
Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition
[Verse 2: Ez Mil]
I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (Okay)
Minus a nine from ten, Eminem's spot still sits
But fuck a position, I'm tunin' him in
Let all you rock out with it, I ain't ever gonna be an opt-out mission
Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin', dip out and smoke
With the homies we mobbin', while I'm cleanin' the stash of my calibers
Some of them might got ya' name on 'em
While I brag about shit that could happen
I am the reason that they got a chain on 'em
When I rap, they consider me a Gatling
Fillin' up mags, I'm finna go clap 'em
Gettin' that bag with the G.O.A.T, B-Rabbit, I know they hate this flow
I'm in the mode to get to killin' again with the best
Stick in your dome, you're never gettin' a penny or less
Stealin' the flows, then I'ma spit it again as a test
Sick of these hoes, they get to bitchin' the bigger the breast
Nevertheless I'ma get it in a way that you can never better
Instead of settin' a bet up, I let up with the Beretta
Make it "dugu-dugu," drillin' you bitches in front of PETA
'Cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up always leavin' y'all wet up like
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