Ez Mil - Realest (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Ez Mil - Realest (en) Lyrics
He's too fire to go unnoticed
There's no way I'm just gonna pass him
off like he's just some any rapper,
like a one-hit wonder (Yeah)
I'm on whatever you on, I ain't
gon' talk on the phone (Haha)
Keep that same energy
fuckin' with enemies
It's gettin' temptin' to run in your
home, huh, huh (Run in that!)
Buddy, I'd do it alone, cuddy
said, "Wait up my homes!
Don't just go hit 'em 'cause
I gotta drive you
Focus on aimin' that blick
at his dome!" No cap
You motherfuckers be lucky
as fuck that ain't nobody
envious of you enough
Take it from me like a brother
who dug off the mud on his head
but done ended up cuffed
Then he just gets spat back
out again into a world where
he doubled what he did
'Cause he learned "give it up or
get fucked in turn, homie"
I'm the realest in the business
and everybody gon' be
envious of my beginnings
Got a circus full of sinners
with bodies, so stop tryna
be another addition
'Cause I'm the realest in the
business and everybody gon' be
envious of my beginnings
I done got hit on the head, barely
survived that shit (Okay)
Minus a nine from ten, Eminem's
spot still sits
But fuck a position, I'm tunin' him in
Let all you rock out with it, I ain't
ever gonna be an opt-out mission
Get the Glock out with it, get
to poppin', dip out and smoke
With the homies we mobbin', while I'm
cleanin' the stash of my calibers
Some of them might got ya' name on 'em
While I brag about shit
that could happen
I am the reason that they
got a chain on 'em
When I rap, they consider me a Gatling
Fillin' up mags, I'm finna go clap 'em
Gettin' that bag with the G.O.A.T, B-
Rabbit, I know they hate this flow
I'm in the mode to get to killin'
again with the best
Stick in your dome, you're never
gettin' a penny or less
Stealin' the flows, then I'ma
spit it again as a test
Sick of these hoes, they get to
bitchin' the bigger the breast
Nevertheless I'ma get it in a way
that you can never better
Instead of settin' a bet up,
I let up with the Beretta
Make it "dugu-dugu," drillin'
you bitches in front of PETA
'Cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up always
leavin' y'all wet up like
Guess I've really no right
to complain much hip hop
has been good to me huh
But when they say that I'm only
top five 'cause I'm white
why would I be stunned
My skin color's still working
against me (What) 'cause
second I should be to none
Being white ain't why they put
me at five (Nope) it's why they
can't put me at one (Whoot)
They're comin' with more venom
so the haters I'm aimin'
it towards them and
All the envious rappers I'd torch
if I'm on a joint with 'em
And that is the only retort is
I'm not played in the clubs motherfucker
put a cork in it
Only reason they still play your shit
in the clubs (Why?) is 'cause
you still perform in 'em (Haha)
I am a guest in this house but I
turned this bitch to a mansion
That's an expansion made it gargantuan
England Germany France
and Japan's in this bitch
Even Dubai because my
music they do buy
You die tryin' this scientists two psy
chiatrists could not un-screw
my head up the blue eyed
devil I never quit do I
Naw cause you know you'll get washed
like a bar of soap you pussy you
wouldn't give a cigar to smoke
And I know it eats at your heart like
an artichoke because you know that's
how likely you are to choke
Your heart is broke as I rip you
apart I go bananas precede
to spit every bar I wrote
I was spittin' before my mother's
water broke it's not even close
you bitch I'm by far the goat
Gen Zers actin' like rap experts zip
up your gaps and close your mouths
Bitch you ain't been on this planet
long enough to tell me
how rap's supposed to sound
Ya'll need to stick to what you
do best shootin' schools
up yeah go load up rounds
In your parents' gats and go
to class and let off with
the strap and go to town
Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster
Flash but boy (What up doe)
There's someone who really is furious
stay out his path his wrath avoid
And I'll be the last to toy
with a juice head whose brain
is like half destroyed
Like a meteor hit it well there
went Melle Mel we lost
his ass to roids (Damn)
God was like "I got him" but I'm gonna
start him at the bottom of the
barrel brought him in the world
With a ma that was on valium and his father
was a coward taught him as a child
when no fucking body was around
How to get himself up and out of poverty
and now not even a growl in
his stomach gotta be a hound
'Til they put your body in the ground
probably gonna sound like a cliché but
when haters try to beat you down
Say fuck 'em
I'm just playin', Gen Z,
you know I love you
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!