Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Earned It, artist - DJ EFNDate of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Earned It |
| I’m sharp as a Puerto Rican’s line up |
| The bitches come, stay focused, get your grind up |
| I refuse to dumb it down, get your mind up |
| Fuck what you heard, like ears had vaginas |
| Coochie dog tags all shined up |
| I rhyme nastier than homeless people fucking |
| EFN production, catch me on Collins with a Cubana |
| Tan cassavas like it’s nothing |
| Yeah, today was a good day |
| More niggas in the pump than a hood day |
| And I get these hoes moist like good yay |
| My music hot, bitch just push play |
| Tell haters hashtag DMY |
| Go fuck yourself, eat shit and die |
| Call him LeBron for a reason |
| I shit a steamer on their chest then I’m leaving for Cleveland |
| Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it |
| Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it |
| Underground, nah we right here on the surface |
| Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose |
| Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it |
| Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it |
| Underground, nah we right here on the surface |
| Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose |
| It’s the flow flow, never so so with the writtens |
| One take in a break like intermissions |
| In the middle of the map, bottom of the mat |
| And you still listen to a tape that’s banging out the system |
| Wishing for them flashing lights to be flashing |
| My way like cars down the highway |
| Had to be high just to be at ease |
| Most of these niggas dreams turned to memories |
| But my niggas was like hell nah |
| Don’t even know how to spell the world fail |
| Not even in our vocab, we was on the grind from |
| Sundown to sunshine, the whole nine |
| That was old times |
| At the time old timers didn’t understand what was playing out the speakers |
| Music rumbling the tweeters make haters turn believers |
| Ladies that couldn’t leave us |
| You know, out the back door |
| Fade to black, pull a disappearing act, gone |
| Didn’t mean to stay long, just checking if my mics on |
| Yo we on? |
| Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it |
| Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it |
| Underground, nah we right here on the surface |
| Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose |
| Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it |
| Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it |
| Underground, nah we right here on the surface |
| Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose |
| I’m ready for work like Monday |
| Catch me in LA on sucker free Sundays |
| On the porch like Smokey and Q on Friday |
| It’s a work week, and these suckers just work weak |
| Get busted like a condom popped when the sperm leak |
| Can’t touch me, like I’m sick and they germ freaks |
| I should sanitize their mouth for the dirt they’re spitting out |
| I remove em like a spot and my nickname was shout |
| All I do is think of the dudes who got murdered |
| From the center, from the cypher, from bangers, from freestylers |
| Either palm trees or green weed growing in sunny Cali |
| Catch me in that V8 with smoke round me |
| I’m from Cali to the seas and I don’t need no triggers |
| Don’t rock jewelry or long chains cause that’s for ugly niggas |
| The wolf stay hunger so we tryna hit the buffet |
| We work for that meal like the sign from a bum say |
| Back at it again, back hand battle for spins |
| We ain’t compatible, better watch who you’re calling your friends |
| Line you up for the firing squad, even the odds |
| In the city of emeralds, only taking what’s ours |
| Eyes on the prize, these busters is Mark Jacobs |
| Feeling divine, these models is all aces |
| We ain’t playing your cards right, but we come from a crazy hood |
| So your shot look crazy like Bill Cartwright |
| Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it |
| Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it |
| Underground, nah we right here on the surface |
| Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose |
| Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it |
| Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it |
| Underground, nah we right here on the surface |
| Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose |
| I ain’t with none of that |
| I ain’t never in the back where all the frontin' at |
| Militia the gang, CMB enterprise |
| Somebody pray for me cause it’s dinner time |
| Hide your wife and your kids, bitch I’m a home wrecker |
| Guard your chest, and get a vest full of chrome checker |
| Yessir, little Redman on his own method |
| Niggas suck and y’all like em, you’re dome neckers |
| Anyway I go out, I’ll be mobbing for dole |
| Mama lonely, in your hood, ask about me, they know me |
| Respect is given, if less delivered, respect is taken |
| More chops and drops than niggas record breaking |
| Tell a threat fake and nigga name a place, time |
| And Imma take seconds, nigga ain’t gone waste time |
| Love how you niggas doing tank time |
| Fucking rats house rats, snake spawn |