Empty Stomach (feat. Carlisle Jones)

Whats The Hold up

Pride

LATELY - EYSIYAS

Wrote this beat a while ago and used ai to polish it A LOT from what it once was. Also AI vocals were used, don’t want to take credit for stuff I didn’t do. 

Lyrics and beat are original:

(Damn, this one of them crazy type beats)

(I’m bouta go fucking crazy on this shit)

(Yall know I’m back on that fire shit let’s run it)
(Let’s go)

Yeah so I tell all my homies to gather,
We bouta play would you rather
D’you rather
get hit with the stick or get fried with the blaster?
Bitch now you dead knew you shoulda chose faster

Now we servin his ass on a platter

They breakin like glass, they crackin they shatter
Now his lil momma gotta talk to the pastor.
And when the cops knockin we launchin like nasa.

Now you makin me Ache man like Troy
Little babies yall playin with toys
And don’t gotta whack em
I concentrate gas em
Hit cudi with greetings like “Oy”

Lowkey went to far,
Jus fucked around, caught a case with that bar
Now there’s like 10 opps in my yard!
And they mad, tryna key on my car

(But I don’t even got me a car)

You’s a lil bitch bro, go drink at a bar.
Like I’m lil Tay K bitch I’m comin hard
I’ll shatter a plate and stab you with the shards.
And bitch I got Jackson’s, ain’t talkin Lamar.

(Wait, Hol up)

You know that I’m blowin inside,
Call me the trav way I’m smackin the side
My babygirl nervous evtime that I slide
But she knowin damn well that we’ll make it alive

Take all the shit I just take it in stride
Cuz imma come back and shoot you with a smile
Don’t care if I’m welcome, come in for a while
And bitch I’m a Monster ain’t talkin no Kyle.

Ain’t a bitch on this Earth who can copy my style



( We bouta play would you rather) 
(Get hit with the stick or get fried with the blaster)

(Shatter Shatter…)

You a pussy boy swear that you stank
And I don’t really care what you think
He didn’t know we was stalking
We left boy a stocking
Brotha sharin Christmas with the Kranks

Bitch already know I’m the man
Yall some shitters jus usin th can
We leave an opp dead put a pin in his head 
Leave his ass done and dirty like Dan!
(Damn)

And bitch yes they’re real we ain’t shootin no blanks
And we’ll take it to court bitch we’re beatin the case
Hit bro in the head, he cover the spread 
Then we count up the money we made
(What the fuck?)

Like lotion we leave a hoe lathered
Bitch hit the blunt and got sent up to Saturn
Bro catchin a fade, we throwin grenades
And the homies aware so they scatter
(Fried with the blaster)

He jibber and jabber
This poor little cracker
We heardin the cattle
Like Jimmy boy we bouta blast

(Yeah, yeah)

We leave an opp spattered
Like marshal no mathers 
The way that we shattered
His bitch ass like mufuckin glass

(Yuh yuh)

[Monologue]

Hahahaha. Y’all slept on me thought I was done and shit!

(Hahahaahaha)

(Get hit with the stick or get fried with the blaster)

(They crackin they breakin they shatter!)

(Quaker Goat Meal)

Shatter (Would U Rather)

Wit U

JUMPN

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E-AYE is an independent artist from Birmingham,AL who uses reality only to present to listeners the art of coming up in every way. #1k
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