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ezro - do it lyrics

[intro]
yo, yo, yo
yo

[verse 1]
peng ting on my line, yeah, i really might wife that
don’t talk, do dirt, i’ll fight back
all up in the blue with the loud in the clear bags
bruddas won’t slew, they’re loud, just bare chat
fake lines in the scene, they hear that
all the average sh-t gets bare gash
all the gun talk, man, i really don’t fear that
ready to die like b.i.g, don’t fear man
if you’re really on p, i’m there, man
been up in the scene, they lie, not fair, man
but it’s just life, get by, that’s dem man
i’ve been on truth, white girls, no spray tan
told myself that i need to let go
pressure buss pipes and i pipe them hoes
bang him in the face, watch a big man fold
really on work? dem man are on phones
(phones)
and you know say man ah stay ghost
more time with the bro, that’s ace, man know
man ah really seen low, bare pain, no dough
yeah, f-ck being broke
woke up, didn’t eat, just smoked
on the blue side wave, no boat
she give me ghost, that’s brain, that’s dome
if you know, then you know
i’m from a place where there’s not much hope
young gs in the trap light necks, no chrome
get caught just tryna get comfy
life gets tight when it’s got you on ropes
that’s why i need the bread, no hov’
is the scene really real, blud? no
had a vision, saw gang doing globe
did dirt but i want it all clean like soap
sicker producer, i do work
in the bluest gang, nerd’s the new work
came through with the v like your girl’s skirt
and them man love hate, them man are real hurt
they chat skengs but real life, in beef, burst
i was dead broke for ps, i had a real thirst
she likes p, she likes me, i feel her
too real for my scene, i’ve seen worse
and i really do this for the family
from a young age, seen tools, no mandy
hard dough bread, saltfish and the ackee
up in the west, put food in the baggies
lightskin girl like khaki
all of my bruddas are sure that they will back beef
man ah don’t chill with the fakes, that’s tacky
man are just around for the fame, fall back, g
and i’m a badboy from nigeria
and saint lucia mixed with the white
i’m black, no trooper
nowadays, everyone’s chatting like shooters
take tokes of the pure, plan for the future
in the blue, did work like a looter
in my own lane on sound, f-ck rumours
cuh man ah be chatting real super
dem man are busters
chat about grime but they ain’t gutter
old mcs move shooker than youngers
i was in the blue, did dirt, did numbers
no regrets, learnt ways from my brothers
ironic that i’m out for the belly
and it’s all to get p for the mother
real sh-t, if you know about the gutter
not all the real n-ggas win, they’re bluffers

[chorus]
and i’m just blowing smoke, i don’t watch face
she says she feels my sound, she likes the way i spray
and we be thinking ’bout the money everyday
and i just want it for the marge before the grave
and i’m just blowing smoke, i don’t watch no face
i do it by myself, watch me get the pay
dem bruddas focused on the talking and the hate
fam, i don’t feel that sh-t, i’m building my own lane

[verse 2]
f-ck waiting around
man are taking the p-ss so i’m taking the crown
always high and i will look down
cuh that’s where i’m from, pain and frowns
in the bits with the gang with a plan for the pounds
yeah, the world’s gone mad but i stay to the ground
do it on my own, i don’t need them
man are on fame but i’m really on sound
never lost in the sauce, myself, i found
f-ck riding a wave, make nine for the pound
went nights in the blue, been there, been around
been up in the trenches tryna get down
what’d you know about pain and struggle?
up in the manor, do crime, do hustle
i wanna win my set, so f-ck all
that wanna see me fall, can’t buckle
i wanna live my life, no trouble
dirt, they be doing up the most, bare rubble
told tuckz i wanna see the end of the tunnel
so life and work, i play and i juggle
i see the hate, it’s subtle
ak-48 smoke shuttles
chat about skengs, but they need muzzles
e to the z, i know life stay humble
build it myself, i don’t bread
love girls, get girls real wet
run up on your scene with the rats, f-ck press
thirteen, saw hate and skengs
all up in the blue just tryna meet ends
and i clocked them real fake friends
shoutout to the real ones just like seb
ghost in the blue, i need more than a benz, powers

- ezro lyrics

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