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ekoh - young hungry & bold lyrics

[verse 1: ekoh]
we used to f+ck around and skip school on the daily (on the daily)
then on the weekend we could break into the business skating
i’m faded on a couple forties, i should check the buzz (check the buzz)
and gettin’ judged by all these people when i’m with my homies freestylin’ on the bus (on the bus)
on to the next spot like i’m just tryna cruise
i don’t wanna f+ck with cops, i got a gram of weed up in my shoes (in my shoes)
you know the ones, the muska 901s
i’ve been tryna find a fresh pair on ebay wit’ no luck (no luck)
yeah, i’m like what the f+ck i gotta do to impress? (impress)
you only f+ck with each other, that sh+t is incest (incest)
i want the love ’cause y’all are fake with all the respects
so give me the ball and let me shoot, i haven’t missed yet (missed yet)
the f+cking misfitted rapper, what’s got these people listenin’
ever since high school i’ve been the target to start some sh+t with
get on the mic and i’m goin’ off on the lookin’ nitwits
so you got some issues with homie? i got the whole subscription
listenin’ to all this radio, you swear it’s gospel (swear it’s gospel)
and i’m more like a mix of r.l. stine and graphic novels (graphic novels)
michael postle, some rejects that you’ve been writin’ off
and comin’ back to haunt you motherf+ckers when the lights are gone

[pre+chorus: ekoh]
yeah, make a fuss
takin’ the game and we shake it up
we’ll probably never make the cut
but none of us ever gave a f+ck (gave a f+ck)
and they like “why you k!llin’ it in every verse?” (in every verse)
man, i only work this hard ’cause i’m so insecure
[chorus: ekoh]
so put your hands up if you ain’t ready to die
and give a d+mn about the hate, we just take it and stride
and tell ’em f+ck that, we ain’t ready to go
we k!lled the game young, hungry, and bold, let’s go
and put your hands up if you ain’t ready to die
and give a d+mn about the hate, we just take it and stride
and tell ’em f+ck that, we ain’t ready to go
we k!lled the game young, hungry, and bold, let’s go

[verse 2: ekoh & steve ritchie]
yeah, i bring the thunder like i’m odin’s son (odin’s son)
the way i grip the mic like holdin’ on to golden gun (golden gun)
and blowin’ up if any rapper talkin’ sh+t again
i’m on my mortal kombat sh+t like finish him (finish him)
we in the [?], this a movement, man, this ain’t a hobby
i’m on my logic sh+t like i don’t f+ck with n0body (n0body)
we got the club popping
but yo my social anxiety got me needing to get the f+ck out like right now
i’m droppin’ nerd sh+t on every single song i’m on
until my shows are lookin’ like a san diego comic+con
and y’all about as edgy as some white suburban soccer moms
and this more captivating than [?] monologue (monologue)
applaud the god but i’m steppin’ on to the stage
i’m like a cosmonaut the way i’m manuverin’ through this sp+ce
a new phenomenon of music when i’m landin’ in the place
i know the aftershock i leave will be felt in all fifty states
uh, the next phase of this game and i am the future (future)
it’s tom holland takin’ the place of robert downey jr. (robert downey jr.)
on my stephen king sh+t, leadin’ the club of losers
’bout to take down these clowns with a few words, yeah (few words)
[pre+chorus: ekoh]
see i’m more ready than ever
’cause when the labels didn’t want me i just made my sh+t better
learned to build it on my own without anybody to help
and when the labels call now i’m like “go to h+ll”

[chorus: ekoh]
so put your hands up if you ain’t ready to die
and give a d+mn about the hate, we just take it and stride
and tell ’em f+ck that, we ain’t ready to go
we k!lled the game young, hungry, and bold, let’s go
and put your hands up if you ain’t ready to die
and give a d+mn about the hate, we just take it and stride
and tell ’em f+ck that, we ain’t ready to go
we k!lled the game young, hungry, and bold, let’s go

- ekoh lyrics

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