Kanye West, The Game - Eazy lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kanye West, The Game - Eazy lyrics]
My life was never- (Eazy)
My life was never- (Eazy)
Started in my Cutlass clutchin' heat
Like it's an open oven
Puffin' chronic, Puff and Biggie
Out the window
Speaker subbin'
Runnin' to the crips
It ain't no discussion
Bullet wounds drenched in Hennessey and
Tea spoons of Robitussin
Head up faze, got a few concussion, yeah
Compton's amazed, Dr. Dre percussion
God, please grant my nigga eternal life
We need the beats
Aftermath where you fall asleep
You do not eat
And my belly is full
Gorilla ridin' the bull
Banana clips in the pool
Swan dive in Clase Azul
The opps, I'm on they ass
Grandmama whoopins in school
This Wilmington and Brazil where niggas
Die in they jewels
Too many Problems, too many YGs
So many ties to dollar signs
Easy to end up on E
I got shot up like Columbine
The crips descended on me
Sign my name on the dotted line
That was Venice on beats
This is the way
(He was once a thug from around the way)
My life was never- (Eazy)
My life was never- (Eazy)
There it is, there it was
Don't interrupt just because it's no love
Shoulder shrug (Shrug)
How I ain't bring nothin' to the table
When I'm the table?
I'ma turn up the music
Wake up the neighbors
I'ma get that "Thug life"
Tatted 'cross the navel
This is how I am in real life
Not just on cable
"Mr. Narcissist" tell me
'bout my arrogance
No more counselin'
I don't negotiate with therapists
God Ye, wanna let God in?
But tonight, I guess I'll let my pride win
Cousin Dre sent me scriptures
Helped me see life better
Nigga, we havin' the best divorce ever
If we go to court
We'll go to court together
Matter of fact, pick up your sis'
We'll go to Kourt's together
I watched four kids for like five hours today
I wear these Yeezy boots everywhere
Even in the shower today
I got love for the nannies
But real family is better
The cameras watch the kids
Y'all stop takin' the credit
Noncustodial dad
I bought the house next door
What you think the point of
Really bein' rich for?
When you give 'em everything
They only want more
Boujee and unruly
Y'all need to do some chores
Rich ass kids, this ain't yo mama's house
Climb on your brother's shoulders
Get that top ramen out
God saved me from that crash
Just so I can beat Pete Davidson's ass
(Who?)
And my new bitch bad, I know Illuminati mad
This that New-minati bitch
This that two Bugatti rich
This that "God did this"
Only God did this
There it is, there it was
Don't interrupt, just because
Ain't no love, shoulder shrug
Won't He do it? Yes He does
Won't He do it? Yes He does
Won't He do it?
My life was never- (Eazy)
This next one gon' be- (Eazy)
(He was once a thug from around the way)
(He was once a thug from around the way
Easy)
(He was-he was)
(He was-he was)
(He was once a-once a-)
(Thug from a-thug from a-from around the way)