EA$Y MONEY - Intro lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1:]

I was born in a city that's statistically the worst

(Camden Jers) I came literally from the dirt

Physically you see a smirk, spiritually I was murked

(But it made me who I am) Now I'm lyrically berzerk

Never thought rap was my calling, the game I was ignoring

Started recording, now I'm all in

I earned my name, bullying the booth

But, y'all got Term to blame he pulled me in the booth

Now I'm known for doing tracks harm when I rock

Bounce on this beat, sorta like mom did to pop

When we made our way to Haverhill

Them same streets where I made my debut

And I'm still in 'em, on tracks I spill venom

I am killin' 'em. The team here, it's time for us to get in

Flow God sent like I'm rhyming this from heaven

I'm tryna make my city synonomous with legends. It's 9, 7... 8

[Verse 2:]

My life story, one mixed with strife and glory

The individual who stand right before thee

Grew up a hard knock, gained stripes as a shorty (Why's that?)

Because the straight and narrow life really bored me

Packed guns, but twice they had caught me

Tears mom wiped reassured me

This life isn't for me. Told Bob Nash plug in the mic and record me

Now me and team rewriting history

Because the shit that y'all writing is corny

Got the rap game in a bad position

And just to be clear, my music is passion driven

So judge solely on the tracks I'm ripping

Not cause of the packs I'm flipping, Gats I'm spitting

Or cause I caught cases and sat in prison

Yeah, I did jail time. Now that that's out the way

Let the music speak for itself y'all let it play...