Ez - Jords

When I come home I always bring wonderful gifts

I only go ghost so you can have something to miss

I look in the post, couple jumpers and shit

Made a lot of money from this.

but not enough money off this

I only want comfortable things

Uber driver driving 106

It’s do or die and now I gotta dig

It’s fall or fly and I’m growing some wings

I can’t roll up the ganjas

Still roll with the rastas

BBQ sauce with the flow now

Please don’t put pork in my pasta

I just came up off my own sound

You just chat shit in your adlibs

Please go record, write a flow down

1 scene, too many actors

Still the nigga still the man

Still gwarning wicked and bad

She’s kinda thick in the waist

But just a 6 in the face, I might just hit from the back

Still the brother still the boy

Treat the game like it’s a toy

All the others are annoyed

Blah blah blah, I’m ignoring all of your noise

My ting, looking, Ri-Ri

The man, in my, city

Making, it look, E-Z

Oh man, it’s so, E-Z

My ting, looking, Ri-Ri

The man, in my, city

Making, it look, E-Z

When I come home I always bring wonderful gifts

I only go ghost so you can have something to miss

I look in the post, couple jumpers and shit

Made a lot of money from this.

but not enough money off this

Still gwarning wicked and bad, still gwarning wicked and boassy

The gyaldem call me sexy, the gyaldem call you broski

On the pitch I’m like Messi, on the court I’m like Kobe

But I see the paint on them Loubs, I hear the tick on that rolly

Drink a couple beers in Germany

Walk in rooms where they’ve all heard of me

Speak the truth out of courtesy

Leave the booth like a murder scene

No yutes now I jimmy up

But I’ll son you for a pick me up

You can start it ima finish up

You got a couple months to live it up

Got a lot of hats but now they’re asking for packers one

I’m just backstage with some Cheetos and Capri sun

Plotting, plotting, plotting, must be so frustrating

Just cause I’m not in the conversation, doesn’t mean that I’m not in the

conversation

My ting, looking, Ri-Ri

The man, in my, city

Making, it look, E-Z

Oh man, it’s so, E-Z

My ting, looking, Ri-Ri

The man, in my, city

Making, it look, E-Z

I would feel the pressure, if I made the effort

I could go forever, if time weren’t of the essence

But yeah, yeah, I’ve been feeling jaded, crowds in amazement

Making songs in minor keys, still don’t chat to majors, please

Still up on the playlists, people getting at me

Still up on the tour bus, phone ain’t got no battery

Kinda miss my sister, feel like we’ve been drifting

But I’ve been on a mission, patience and persistence

This is the life of an introvert, yeah, see the story live and learn, yeah

People fade bridges burn, yeah, c’est la vie I wish it weren’t, yeah

But on the road and off the road I’m real, laying low, saying no to deals

Rather pay my debts than pay my dues, call my phone up asking «where are you?»

Take away my wife or take my pride

Only way a black man can bruise

Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder

Only way that I can make the news

Bro said there’s pressure on my back

Either take the praise or take the flack

Tell my story say it on a track

When I make it out don’t come back