Make It Even (Explicit) - EST Gee
Lyrics by：Brian Roke/George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Composed by：Brian Roke/George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones
FOREVEROLLING
I had a book before I wrote a hook
Tried it and it took
His is bendy
Fendi blended
Pressed
And pushed
J wan' kiss the cook
This big chopper'll chop a n***a roof
Gangster as I look
If somethin' get killed
They hide for two
Three months
We chase s**t down on foot
Tryna bump
It ain't no front
N***as ain't outside to hunt
He was hatin'
I had a hunch
I set somethin' up and somethin' get slumped
He ain't like that it's a front
Put me in a song for what
Even if it blow
You better not never post a show or nothin'
They get the lo' and don't do nothin'
We get the lo'
A soul go up
Why you fake want smoke with us
As if your bucks ain't slow enough
N***as dead
I ain't makin' no diss
I make hits
They know what's up
When we war
I'm in the front
But when y'all beef
You Loaded Lux
On the phone
He sound so tough
I pulled up
N***as wasn't on nothin'
Most murders last thirty months and n***as still ain't called my bluff
Yeah
My mama always told me
Baby
Seeing is believing
He slid on people
Wasn't 'bout beef
And n***as ain't no demons
You know to keep your moves quiet
Dyin' if I see him
The reason n***as know to up that yeeky
Ain't no speakin'
The reason n***as grievin'
Tryna clique up
Make it even
The reason n***as need help breathin'
Doctor
Stop the bleedin'
The reason n***as' people pay for peace
But ain't no treaty
The reason n***as grievin'
Tryna clique up
Make it even
You ain't gotta tell me n***as bums and ain't on nothin' like I ain't certain
Last time we was face-to-face at weekend was a funeral service
It's gon' always end in hearses
I took over through murder
I'm a boss
But suit up like a worker
I'm on this on purpose
We slide
I put the cleats aside and wet the field with Jergens
Like talkin'
I think n***as workin'
Startin' to make me nervous
That stick involved in several murders
Clean
But it's still dirty
And the game
It blessed me 'cause I play with courage
Streets atop my jersey
I got rich and get you stretched for thirty
Houston to New Jersey
It took pain for me to find my purpose
Make sure I was worthy
I ain't say nothin' and they all heard me
However I word it
To see me shine
I know they dyin'
They can't decide which worse
Yeah
My mama always told me
Baby
Seeing is believing
He slid on people
Wasn't 'bout beef
And n***as ain't no demons
You know to keep your moves quiet
Dyin' if I see him
The reason n***as know to up that yeeky
Ain't no speakin'
The reason n***as grievin'
Tryna clique up
Make it even
The reason n***as need help breathin'
Doctor
Stop the bleedin'
The reason n***as' people pay for peace
But ain't no treaty
The reason n***as grievin'
Tryna clique up
Make it even
