Sir Eddie C - Eddie Rapping lyrics

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Hey I’m Eddie and I rap, y’all

The say in lecture living like you die

Give my life for you

Girl you now that quote is hell

Close I could’ve been the ghost

Praise God hallelu-I could’ve died in the lue

When ain’t nobody shoot by all accounts so wasn’t supposed to

Make it to 22, well I’m knocking on wood cause I’m 21 with shit to prove

You spit in our….stand up we don’t see you

Stand up come in …shit niggers I went to school with

Niggers talking bout full clips niggers got new lips cause

I’m listening and I’m laughing at all of that new shit

Somebody laying on somebody dying

Somebody fabricating bout pulling they iron

All the tweet picks in the world don’t mean that you fight

And if all you ever do about is rapping you fronting

Shout out the homey had some lines like that’s the years back

The more realer the story you cannot fake fact

My flow sickly Riddles wouldn’t believe me

Imam motherfucking murderer fake rap nigger hit me

Feet up team buzzing like beepers

At the top like lechers fucking bitches like Libra

Yeah excuse me had to laugh a little bit

With every intention to stunt on every nigger that’s hit

And I thank the Lord above I wasn’t all in casket

Cause I would’ve been caught but I ended up the fresh prince

Shit in Belleville what they saying to me

Nigger barely scissor the killing

And it’s nothing for a chick to give some play to me

We stress the week then hit the club and say no worries

You saying where you from because the flow is so dully

Hold up I’m from the ville where the fuck I used to wore daily

Because my rhyming not my time is so 90s

And it’s the closest you will get to the rappers yelling at you

Had a good role then the rest passed to the rapper

On some dapper stuff no time for thinking backwards

Progression is a blessing building shit like in Africa

But 4 times was a fact real religion pyramid

I’m building here get the transmission this is different shit

Nobody in the ville is good at rapping shit

Rapidly crafting this I practice this I end the shit

Affinity for pretty bitches…

I’m tryna mix the Fendi bag with the Louie clip

Don’t get it twisted cause I ain’t rapping that rapping shit

This real enough to admit that my purchases are frivolous

Nigger who sick as this nigger in this bitch

My back is killing me I got the ville on me

And you ain’t gotta say it

I know you’re feeling this

I know when nigger stylish you asking where I spend it

Listen transition to lyrics is only fitting

My intention is to lift where I’m living to a position

I’ve envisioned, step behind these walls like prison

You did it can thoroughly see it’s fairly business

If we get played with it

What the fuck?