ELZhi - What I Write lyrics

Sometimes I write about the streets
And how life is expirin'
Mainly through a choir then
Neighbors inquirin', hearin' shots firin'
Police sirens, been in car chases
I be in Scarface's tire and
Snitches per-spirin
Cause they wearin' wires when
They know they can be killed by
Who built the street empires and
It's hard to get a job
Cause ain't nobody hirin'
And more people get laid off, than retirin'
I write about the liar
The preacher with the choir and
The church who didn't soul search
And never was desirin'
How money's inspirin'
The youth and the environment
Just tryin' to get flyer than
The elders they admirin'


Don't want to be a fireman
Cause dealers get you high and spend dough
Buy a Benz and furnish they entire den
Look into my eyes again, see it for yourself
See the jewel is for your brain
The G is for your wealth

Ad libs sometimes you may hear me
Writin' that next shit
Different from how some rhyme
You like it when I write that hit
You love it when I write that shit
Sure you do, don't try to fight that
So when I hear a beat, an idea appears
(suddenly)
Then another rhyme is written (suddenly)
I put it down, put it out
You listen to it then it hit's your soul
(suddenly) yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Sometimes I write about the ladies
The ones with the tatas and the apple bottoms
They ones I gave the eye highs
To when I got on
Because before they didn't cherish me
I write about the smart ones
The ones that need therapy
Them hoodrat broads, them afrocentric queens
And them ones that let you get
Between their jeans for the green
I wrote about my exes, Takara, Alexis
To write about the next miss and
How great the sex is
Ones who were sexist, those who throw hexes
Crack Beckses and ask you were your Lex is
That baby mama drama, them drama mama babies
The skeez, the ones who like to tease
But are the maybe's the independent ladies
Hookers and them daisies
The sane ones, the crazies, the
Straight ones, the gays, these
Are women that have been in my life
Now will it end when I begin with a wife?
I don't know

Ad libs sometimes you may hear me
Writin' that next shit
Different from how some rhyme
You like it when I write that hit
You love it when I write that shit
Sure you do, don't try to fight that
So when I hear a beat, an idea appears
(suddenly)
Then another rhyme is written (suddenly)
I put it down, put it out
You listen to it then it hit's your soul
(Suddenly) yeah, yeah, one more time
Check it out

Sometimes you may hear me
Writin' that next shit
Different from how some rhyme
You like it when I write that hit
You love it when I write that shit
Sure you do, don't try to fight that
So when I hear a beat, an idea appears
(suddenly)
Then another rhyme is written (suddenly)
I put it down, put it out
You listen to it then it hit's your soul
(Suddenly) yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Sometimes I write about a theme
From out a motion picture or
Somethin' out a dream
Or in a chosen scripture, a fictional novel
The WAIT your alive so
Like a revival, Jesus and rival
There's really no rival
I'm too diverse, when I do my verse
You, you, die worse
Rather rap shit or battle, decoy, slowly rot
Like it or not boy, it's gon' be hot
Street shit, club shit
The flow blow the spot
Like it or not boy, it's gon' be hot
Girl shit, brag shit, your boy knows me not
If he ever doubts (boy it's gon' be hot, hot)

Suddenly - repeated until the end