[MY VERSION.]
THIS IS A STORY.

Lyrics:
(Gang)
(Got a choker on my neck right now)
(Choker on my neck right now what's up? gang)
(This shit ice cold can't even breathe, I ain't gon' lie)

Girl I got a couple things I need to let off of my chest.
Trying and trying again to do right and I still don't know if you impressed.
Acting so distant for what? Showing hate from the love that I'm giving my best.
But I still throw it up show my wrist like Shedeur.
Yeah I'm talkin' Sanders cause when I pass her off flash the ice in her face just so that she would know that it's personal.
Shorty got a fat butt and she walking wit' Crocs that shit crazy.
Late at night holy I'm praying.
Baby why is you tripping you know that I ain't really mean it.
It's just something I was feeling like sayin'.
Bae you know I'm fucked up right now so I hop in the booth pourin' out all the pain in my heart, I guess I should start from the start.

It all started when I was 13 I was jealous of life wonder why I stay true to myself through the battles and trauma, my heart was too hot like a sauna I'd smile to hide all the emotions and build up from people not letting me fit in, and fit in exactly what I couldn't wear, I was too big for drip but I tried and I tried, I was beggin' my momma for Jordan's and Nike and Under Armour,
knight in shining armour wit' no sword I was fightin some demons I know it sound corny but it's at an early age that I experienced what they would call the fundamentals of life but, its hard when you know you can't talk to nobody about all ya' problems and problems they turn into scenes of disaster, and I look at it now and I just find it funny how people can try to tell you bout ya' life when they don't spend a single minute in ya' shoes, and not a single minute in ya' mind.
Yeah everybody makes mistakes but not everybody can make mine,
it's how we overcome it and junk it, I'm in the studio bumpin' I feel amazing in this shit thats why the studio bumpin'.

Girl I got a couple things I need to let off of my chest.
Trying and trying again to do right and I still don't know if you impressed.
Acting so distant for what? Showing hate from the love that I'm giving my best.
But I still throw it up show my wrist like Shedeur.
Yeah I'm talkin' Sanders cause when I pass her off flash the ice in her face just so that she would know that it's personal.
Shorty got a fat butt and she walking wit' Crocs that shit crazy.
Late at night holy I'm praying.
Baby why is you tripping you know that I ain't really mean it.
It's just something I was feeling like sayin'.
Girl you know I'm fucked up right now so I hop in the booth pourin' out all the pain in my heart, I guess I should start from the start.

Nah Imma start where I want cause this shit is not over, a boulder I'm pushin' up hill it's a challenge this shit really heavy I feel like a Chevy Camaro how close that I am to the ground, and I wanted a baddie to help me to help me get through this big storm, but I never received it, I never received it like Josh Gordon so I had to keep up on my own like a soldier.
Had to keep up on my own like a soldier lil' nigga stop trippin' you know that you him, light up a spark light the way for these niggas, I buss down my chain Johnny Dang on these niggas, boy I'm feelin' like Pradda1k on these niggas, drop a bag boy I'm dropping 1k on these niggas, stack it fast boy I'm countin up bread on these niggas.

Girl I don't understand, why you feel the need to hurt me and take my life away from me.
I ain't gon' lie. 
This comin' straight from the heart baby. (3x)
I can never win in this game. (2x)
Always on the losing side. (3x)
Got me feelin' like I'm in the deep end.
And I'm askin' why it feel like I don't ever win a single thing in my life? Is this the end?

The End.

ANGELIQUE. (PROD. MEEJ X MXXN)

GOLD RINGS (Prod. OhMyGon!)

NORA! Feat. MEEJ (Prod. MEEJ x JayRewind)

Lyrics:

Baby baby let me know.
If I'm better off gone.
On the highway.
On the freeway.
Tryna' speed through tryna' find my way too you.
Sometimes I love too hard I know it's hard to consume.
But it's ok my love we on the way up.
Way up.
All that hating it's ok we on the way up.
Way up.
Shoot for the stars it's ironic we on the way up.
Can't let money change us.
Getting rich still we gotta' stay dangerous.
The same thing goes for if we ever gon' get famous.
(Gon' get famous.)

Yeah I wish I could tell you.
I know that I can't sing.
But I still pour my heart out for you.
So hopefully you'll feel amazing.
Take bullets for you pistols blazing.
I hope you don't get no change of heart.
Cause if you were in my shoes, you'd know that I did that for a specific reason.
Yeah.
Ask me "What's the reason?"
Cause I can't sit here and watch you die when you ain't get a chance to grow that's my reason.
Take a chance for me.
Take a chance for me yeah.

Baby baby let me know.
If I'm better off gone.
On the highway.
On the freeway.
Tryna' speed through tryna' find my way too you.
Sometimes I love too hard I know it's hard to consume.
But it's ok my love we on the way up.
Way up.
All that hating it's ok we on the way up.
Way up.
Shoot for the stars it's ironic we on the way up.
Can't let money change us.
Getting rich still we gotta' stay dangerous.
The same thing goes for if we ever gon' get famous.
(Yeah.)
(Gon' get famous.)
(Better off gone gone gone.)
(Its EJ!)

famous. (prod. drag)

HOMIE FREESTYLE (Prod. Saint Urya)

Lyrics:

I ain't even make no Jersey Club before.
Yeah huh, I ain't even make no Jersey Club before.
And she keep playin' feelings what's the actin' for?
Yeah huh, I'm tryna' see what you got so drop it to the floor.
I be speakin' real shit.
So fuck them niggas tryna' steal my flow.
You only want riches.
 Don't want no love so I'mma let you go.
Ain't fuckin' with bitches.
Yeah that's a no I want real women though.
No I'm never "missing."
No girl cause I know that they "come and go."

Shawty high as fuck she smoke on Indica.
We go straight to the bed yeah we make a "movie", make a "Cinema".
She wonder how I make my voice deep and do that high shit.
I say I'm naturally gifted, Ion' gotta do no fucking pitch yeah.
Yeah.
I make myself sound like three niggas at once.
I don't fuck with that boy.
That nigga's a opp so he not invited to brunch.
You said you my bestfriend?
You fake, so I don't even know you as such.
It's ok.
Kick you out the door like "Bye Bye." Yeah.

I ain't even make no Jersey Club before.
Yeah huh, I ain't even make no Jersey Club before. (2x)

Jersey Club (Prod. Bunnyley)

Lyrics..

Yeah, ok.
I do not know why these niggas wan' test me.
I keep a chrome hearted glocky in pockets that's full of them racks, can't no bitch nigga top me.
"Head Over Heels" for that bitch if she suckin' that dick make it wet know I need "Sloppy Toppy."
Swerve in that big body, wide body Benz in this bitch then I switch to go whip Maserati.
Got my gang in this bitch.
"2Hunnit" bullets we sending yo' block leave that bitch down in flames.
Pull the hair out the bitch.
Backshots like a "Mad man" going wild she would think I'm "Insane."
You got "0" dollars but I drop "71"k of them bitches like my name was "Dame."
And I'm "reckless", I'm "stupid" with fire like a "kid" that's playing round' with some muhhfuckin' "propane."

Yeah haha what.
Tah yahh heh..switchin' my voice.
And I'm switchin' the "Floor" (Flow) in this bitch talkin' shit?
Ok, leave yo' ass right in a ditch.
Badass like I'm "AJ" but exploding the mic "Walking Dead" like my name was "Mitch."
But I'm still on my shit, stand on 10 like "Clementine."
My nigga "Lee" in this bitch.

Background: [That's a 40 round drum mag, gone head and spray that bitch.]

Yeah, walk around with "2 dicks" in my jeans I ain't "gay", but I'm finna' give em' this bitch.
Told lil shawty I only pulled up just to beat it up.
Like a "Buffet" told lil shawty to "eat" it up.
Niggas thinkin' they "Lightning Mcqueen" but ain't "quick" enough.
How you claim to be spittin' that "fire" but niggas ain't "lit enough?
Yeah, eyes gettin' "blurry" lookin at y'all niggas think I've "seen enough."
Choppa no switch yeah this shit got a kickback.
"Messi" no "soccer" I "score" I don't "kickback."
Laser beam "red" "kool" I'm pushing his shit back.
"Kool-aid man" "buss in" (Busting) her "walls" I'mma stamp that.
"YMCA" cause I got a graveyard that I can make bitch niggas have a "camp" at.
Why you talkin' to me like you "famous" lil nigga?
I don't know you lil nigga.
I ask "Where yo' fans at?"
She act like she "thick" when she twerk.
But I don't see no movement lil bitch I'm like "Where is yo' yams at?"
Why he play with EJ?
He must ain't know that I be coolin' but I'll still get active with niggas.
And my life is a muhhfuckin' "movie", I swear on my life that it's "Ready and action!" lil nigga.

Yeah, ok.
I do not know why these niggas wan' test me.
I keep a chrome hearted glocky in pockets that's full of them racks, can't no bitch nigga top me.
"Head Over Heels" for that bitch if she suckin' that dick make it wet know I need "Sloppy Toppy."
Swerve in that big body, wide body Benz in this bitch then I switch to go whip Maserati.
Got my gang in this bitch.
"2Hunnit" bullets we sending yo' block leave that bitch down in flames.
Pull the hair out the bitch.
Backshots like a "Mad man" going wild she would think I'm "Insane."
You got "0" dollars but I drop "71"k of them bitches like my name was "Dame."
And I'm "reckless", I'm "stupid" with fire like a "kid" that's playing round' with some muhhfuckin' "propane."

Yeah haha what.
Tah.

NO MELODY 5 (PROD. VPKST)

Lyrics:

We flew away.
Into Outer space.
But we Back Down To Earth.
I was "Quiet and Annoyed" never gave her enough attention.
No "Aqua Raps" but I can never complete "Simple Wishes."
But I've been trying to do better.
You all see it yeah.
And now it's summer time it's hot outside.
I know you feel it yeah.
I got my feet in the sand.
I'm not messing with no water.
I got a fresh new retwist.
Don't wanna' mess it up I will not bother.

I broke her heart and now I'm scared to call her.
She slashing niggas tires I can't stop her.
Remember if they turn to the streets they got no father.
They start to flex chains but they know that shit be copper.
And I don't give a damn boy I call it how I see it.
You better listen to my words lil' nigga know I mean it.
Remember I was down bad, I ain't have no meaning.

I say "EJ You Do Too Much."

simple wishes. (prod. greenlonely)

Lyrics:

Yeah, and I ain't gon' lie, hate the way that I'm feeling.
But I know that you don't give a damn lil bitch.
So fuck it, I go for straight vibes in this hoe.
I'mma rock out like I'm at my last lil bitch.
She know that I talk with a lisp but she knowin' my words.
But still I'm like, "How could you say that you love me when you never show no concern?"
Yeah.

Niggas come up to me askin', "EJ you good?"
I can't tell you how I really feel.
Shoutout Sherrionn nigga whatever I send.
She always be keepin' it real.
Same for Mahogany and NB we too Talented.
Nigga know straight what's the deal.
But still I be solo making my music.
I got Truth in the building.
She be lying and twisting my words.
She too confusing.
Got another man tryna' takeover my spot.
(Said "I ain't here for choosing")
And if he was there from the start and it's that easy.
He can have you won't trip bout losing.
Hit a different bitch right from the back in private.
So niggas wont be looking yeah.

And I ain't gon' lie, hate the way that I'm feeling.
But I know that you don't give a damn lil bitch.
So fuck it, I go for straight vibes in this hoe.
I'mma rock out like I'm at my last lil bitch.
She know that I talk with a lisp but she knowin' my words.
But still I'm like, "How could you say that you love me when you never show no concern?"
Yeah.

(Huh, heh.)
(You never show no concern.)
(Baby like you never show no concern.)
(Baby like you never show no concern.)
(Yeah what, you claim that you love me?)
(You lyin', lil baby you lyin'.)
(Lil shawty you lyin' you lyin'.)
(Lil baby you lyin'.)
(Lil baby you lyin' you lyin' you lyin' you lyin' you lyin'.)

TALK WIT A LISP. (PROD. DCM VENXM)

Lyrics:

(Boss bitch, yeah I pull up bossin.)
(I'mma boss nigga, yeah I pull up bossin.)
(Yeah, woah.)
(Bitch I pull up-)

Yeah.
Boss bitch.
I'mma boss man.
I pull up bossin'.
It's too much for her.
She can't take it.
She steady coughin'.
Moshpit.
I want moshpits.
I'm losing my shit.
Fast bitch.
Counting cash until I collapse bitch.
Dreadhead.
Shake them motherfuckas feel like rasta.
Got yo' main bitch.
She be in my kitchen making pasta.
And she like "Let me cook for yaa, let me cook EJ."
Feel like I'm fuckin' wit Zendaya.
She got this song on "Replay."
I might be mad man.

Injuring my fingers counting bands they call me "Band Man."
Gaara shit, put sand right down her back bitch I'm the "Sand Man."
Talented.
NBTALENTED bitch we too talented.
(Hold on these niggas think this song getting basic, alright bet I gotchu let's get it.)

Chillin' wit Morty while rockin' these "Ricks."
Pull up, send em' another dimension.
I was thuggin', ensuring my wrist.
AP, "Tik Tok", time is "ticking."
She all talk, swear this bitch like a tick.
Mordecai, music game just be "rigged."
Stop comparing me to other bitches.
They can't fuck wit a nigga that's it.

Shawty play with my rod like she fishing.
I'm with God but I still just be sinning.
Randy Orton lil' bitch I be vicious.
Donatello with sticks in the kitchen.
Oh I been peeped, I just stay Outthemix.
Dump the bitch when I still off the rip.
Cowboy shit with the glock on my hip.
But I'm a good person I'm like "Morgan Freeman."
Got these chains on my neck so I'm feeling enslaved yeah.
So I'm not a "Free Man."
And I'm sexing her good boy I'm hitting them sides and angles.
I got her screamin'.
And she suckin' the semen right off of the tip lil nigga yeah.
She got me leakin'.
And I hypnotized her with orange soda.
Feelin' like Kel and Kenan.

Kel & Kenan. (Prod. Geekreallyrunninit)

Lyrics:

I know you see me stuntin'.
MY NAME EJ. :)
I'm dressed in designer.
I'm rocking 2 belts.
And I keep me a strap.
And I keep it on replay.
These niggas be "Jokers".
I ain't playin' "Poker" wit niggas.
I'm tryna' get straight to the cheese aye.
Chillin' in the Hidden Leaf and I'm eating my Ramen.
Just like I was Japanese aye.
Ha, bitch I'm a star like the sun.
Diamonds shining so bright.
With a tank top on.
Hunnit' degrees aye.
Minigun I'm shooting low.
Better watch yo step.
As a matter of fact.
Better watch yo knees aye.
Talkin' all that shit, might slap the bitch.
We on that shit, just like C Breezy.
Don't want to see you cry.
Cause when I leave.
You will just prove that you don't need me.

Yeah, yeah.
Shawty can you hear me?
I see you smokin' all of that "loud pack."
Guess you can't "hear" me.
I can't believe you attempt to break my heart.
Then try to sit with me.
So I'm sorry baby.
This the winner's circle.
You can't break bread with me.
Yeah I said it.
I set it on top of the hill.
And you watch from below while I'm counting the bills.
And man I be living too good.
I'm in Beverly Hills.
Stare at the ceiling whenever she popping the pills.
And I'm eating them "pancakes."
Like it's "Lineman drills."
And bitch you repulsing.
Yeah. give me the chills.
Don't sip regular water.
Yeah my shit distilled.
Talk to the hand bitch.
How does it feel?

Tahaha.

(VOLTAGE)

(I'm here yeah!)
(I'm here)
That's what she said.
Yeah yeah.
That's what she said.
Yeah yeah.
That's what she said when she looked in my eyes.
(And she saw I show no fear!)
Left side of my hoodie says, "The End Is Near."
But see lil' shawty actin' stupid?
I think she a puppeteer.
And bitch I fly.
Through the air I'm soaring.
Like a reindeer.
Baby this a one time thing.
But you can keep a souvenir.

(EJ You Do Too Much!)
I know you see me stuntin'.
MY NAME EJ. :)
I'm dressed in designer.
I'm rocking 2 belts.
And I keep me a strap.
And I keep it on replay.
These niggas be "Jokers".
I ain't playin' "Poker" wit niggas.
I'm tryna' get straight to the cheese aye.
Chillin' in the Hidden Leaf and I'm eating my Ramen.
Just like I was Japanese aye.
Ha, bitch I'm a star like the sun.
Diamonds shining so bright.
With a tank top on.
Hunnit' degrees aye.
Minigun I'm shooting low.
Better watch yo step.
As a matter of fact.
Better watch yo knees aye.
Talkin' all that shit, might slap the bitch.
We on that shit, just like C Breezy.
Don't want to see you cry.
Cause when I leave.
You will just prove that you don't need me.

MY NAME EJ! (Prod. VOLTAGE)

Lyrics:

Yeah.
Zip, zip.
Zip em' up.
Switch came off the glock.
Lil EJ pull up.
Finna put you up.
Ohh and I call on my bros.
Finna slide and leave you starstruck.
I don't fuck wit' glazing.
But yo' bitch steady glazing.
This choppa feel amazing.
You run up bitch we blazing.
Pull up, then we pull off.
I can get you stomped lil nigga.
Faster than Red Rudolph.
I can make it Christmas early.
Put you in a pack bitch.
Serve it "gift wrapped" bitch.
I'm not just a rap bitch.

I might drop "13" in "30 seconds" like T-Mac bitch.
Cause I'm still a "ball player."
Yo bitch know I'm the star player.
I want diamonds, VVS.
So niggas know I be the best.
Heh, white T.
In a Maybach.
Shit get dressy.
Bad bitch.
Doin' tricks n' shit.
That shit get messy.
How the fuck you worried bout' me broke?
Bitch go get some money.
I got more guap than all my opps.
Bad bitch, came from Omaha.
Hit my step like "Deion Sanders."
Show my wrist just like "Shedeur."
Heh, poppin' shit I'm rich.
Don't give a fuck bout' what ya' heard.
Hah, pistol to his brain.
That pussy bitch he better learn.
Heh, I don't play no games its EJ.
Send em' to the grave where he lay.
Masked up, can't see our face.
Yeah,
Yeah yeah.

Zip, zip.
Zip em' up.
Switch came off the glock.
Lil EJ pull up.
Finna put you up.
Ohh and I call on my bros.
Finna slide and leave you starstruck.
I don't fuck wit' glazing.
But yo' bitch steady glazing.
This choppa feel amazing.
You run up bitch we blazing.
Pull up, then we pull off.
I can get you stomped lil nigga.
Faster than Red Rudolph.
I can make it Christmas early.
Put you in a pack bitch.
Serve it "gift wrapped" bitch.
I'm not just a rap bitch.

I'm not just a rap bitch.
Bitch we spin, we swervin'.
Big ole glock we pistole totin'.
We don't care bout' who we smokin'.
Big ole ass I'm tryna hold it.
Empty the clip on a pussy lil nigga I said it.
Dior, Givenchy, I heat the hibachi.
I load it with beef these lil niggas be draggin'.
Booth too hot.
This shit on fire, I'm spittin' that fire.
Spit flames like a dragon.
I wear a hat, then I pull up.
I'm takin' yo' bitch in a carpet just like I'm "Aladdin."
Stepped to his face wantin' action.
I knew the lil nigga was pussy and sweet like Molasses.
The nigga ain't see when I shot em' I'm "Cena."
Cause "U CAN'T SEE ME."
Heh, when I showed up.
Made his heart skip a beat.
Heh, Ion' give a fuck.
Feed his heart a 223.
Yeah, stay in darkness.
I feel like my brother lil MEEJ.
I keep the chains on my neck cause they shining so bright on the top of my tee, yeah.

Zip, zip.
Zip em' up.
Switch came off the glock.
Lil EJ pull up.
Finna put you up.
Ohh and I call on my bros.
Finna slide and leave you starstruck.
I don't fuck wit' glazing.
But yo' bitch steady glazing.
This choppa feel amazing.
You run up bitch we blazing.
Pull up, then we pull off.
I can get you stomped lil nigga.
Faster than Red Rudolph.
I can make it Christmas early.
Put you in a pack bitch.
Serve it "gift wrapped" bitch.
I'm not just a rap bitch.

(Rap, yeah yeah.)
(Yeah, yeah it's EJ!)

Pull Up Pull Off (Prod. Timmydahitman)

Lyrics:

(I been on that rockstar shit, baby girl.)
(I been on that rockstar shit like baby girl like what.)
(I been on that rockstar shit, baby girl.)

Woahhhhh.
Woahhhhhh Ohhhhh woahhhhh.

Girl where you been?
I ain't been lost in a minute.
And I am nothing but a man.
But it'll hurt my heart if you cheated.

And I don't even like.
Vocalizing all my thoughts yeah.
But you know I gotta confess all the shit that brought me clogs yeah.
And I find it crazy.
How you just gon' call me weird without no cause yeah?
Tell me something I ain't know.
I'm tryna' rock out on some sold out shows.
How the fuck you tryna' set me up with little hoes?
I only like bad bitches.
Real thick in the ass bitches.
Mind straight.
Class bitches.
If I go left, then she go right, go get the strap and clap back bitches.
And every time she throw it back, I'm in my mind I'm doing light twitches.

Every time we kiss, it feels amazing.
You got me thinkin' bout kids, and which one's racing.
I see you high as fuck in this room, girl you be spacing.
And I don't even smoke but if I do, I want you facing me.

Girl where you been?
I ain't been lost in a minute.
And I am nothing but a man.
But it'll hurt my heart if you cheated.
Like hol on, heh.
(Girl where you been?)
I've been on my Rockstar Shit.
Like baby girl like what.
(I ain't been lost in a minute.)
I've been on my Rockstar Shit.
Like baby girl like what.
(And I am nothing but a man.)
Cartiers I can't see shit.
Like baby girl like what?
(But it'll hurt my heart if you cheated.)

[Voice Not Audible.]

Girl where you been?
I ain't been lost in a minute.
And I am nothing but a man.
But it'll hurt my heart if you cheated. 
(2x)

ROCKSTAR SHIT. (prod. plutopoison x redjon)

Lyrics:

Yeah.
Like why they talking on my name when they say they homies?
I keep a "K.O.D" I pull up with "J Cole" homie.
They talkin' shit.
Say I ain't gangsta.
But they don't know me.
And my bitch trippin'.
Man, I just wish she would say something.
Shoutout to Sherrionn.
Play with her might bury ya.
Hit yo' bitch straight from the back.
She singing like Mariah Carey yeah.
Yeah.
I might embarrass ya.
Cause you playin' me like you always knew me.
I don't know ya.
Ha, oh woahh.

Noo.
Noo no no hooo.
Nah nah nah hooo.
Yeah.
If you listenin' to this shit.
My nigga spark yo' blunt up.
I don't even smoke but my nigga just spark yo' blunt up.
And just listen to this vibey shit, that vibey shit.
Yeah you listenin to vibey shit, this vibey shit yeah.
If you listenin' to this shit.
My nigga spark yo' blunt up.
I don't even smoke but my nigga just spark yo' blunt up.
And just listen to this vibey shit, that vibey shit.
Yeah you listenin to vibey shit, this vibey shit yeah.

You feel me my nigga?
Like I really ain't even say shit on this song bruh.
I just got to make something for my niggas that smoke you feel me?
Like my- hey, shoutout my nigga Brayden.
Shoutout my nigga Pradda1k you feel me?
Aye both of them niggas stoners nigga you know what I'm sayin heheh?
Aye.
Both of them niggas stoners but I gotta get them niggas right though.
You feel me?
Cause that's what a real nigga would do for they homies.
You understand me nigga?
Aye, if you got niggas that smoke.
Do this shit for em' my nigga let's get it.

Like why they talking on my name when they say they homies?
I keep a "K.O.D" I pull up with "J Cole" homie.
They talkin' shit.
Say I ain't gangsta.
But they don't know me.
And my bitch trippin'.
Man, I just wish she would say something.
Shoutout to Sherrionn.
Play with her might bury ya.
Hit yo' bitch straight from the back.
She singing like Mariah Carey yeah.
Yeah.
I might embarrass ya.
Cause you playin' me like you always knew me.
I don't know ya.
Ha, oh woahh.

Noo.
Noo no no hooo.
Nah nah nah hooo.
Yeah.

(Shoutout NBTALENTED.)
(Wild Mahogany.)
(Even ion' even know if they smoke or not.)
(I don't smoke shit, fuck it nigga I just made this song for whatever.)

GAS MUSIC LOL. (PROD. EVERESTDIDTHIS)

Lyrics: 

Sit in the back of the bus with a rose in my hand got me feelin like Rosa Parks. 
They tell me to move I ain’t movin’ cause I was here first matter fact I was here from the start.
They often refer to her as “Mother of the Civil Rights movement”, that be in our hearts.
She full of respect that’s from me at least, it’s still crazy how people can’t tell us apart yeah.
Meet Whitney! 
World War 2 veteran, he served as an adviser.
On racial matters to president Lyndon.
Just tell me what you thinkin. 
That you can come in here and disrespect me to my face? 
You silly, silly, silly.


And I feel like i’m Martin yeah the way I do this speech. 
My momma told me i’m a king. 
"Son always follow your dreams."
Ain’t no love in this world for people of my color. 
Stop the violence yes i’m begging, saving one another.

Yeah. (5x)

I’m in the back of the function i’m chillin' with Abraham Lincoln. 
He freed my brothers so he my new brother yeah he got my trust and I won’t be rethinking. 
They like to say when we group up, we start gangbanging, nah man we just be cliquing. 
I say, "What be the problem lil officer?"
"Is you mad that whippin a challenger?"
"Is it because my hair or my skin color?"
"Are you jealous that I got a passenger?" 
"Are you scared to think I got a glock on me?" 
"When I’m really just choppin it up with my mama about the new job that I got and I start next week yeah boy guess what I just got me a manager." 

And I feel like i’m Martin yeah the way I do this speech. 
My momma told me i’m a king. 
"Son always follow your dreams."
 Ain’t no love in this world for people of my color. 
Stop the violence yes i’m begging, saving one another.

(Nother, nother, nother)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)

(it’s EJ!)

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