Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whispers, artist - E.D.I Mean. Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Whispers |
| Survival tactics when you in the jungle |
| Hey man they waitin' for you to slip and stumble |
| Killers moves just might take you under |
| This ain’t no place for you to try to be humble |
| Gotta keep that thing right by your side |
| Ain’t no feelin’s when it’s time to ride |
| I heard beggars can’t be choosy, that’s why I don’t beg |
| And quitters never win, but you gotta quit while you ahead |
| I’m twistin' sticky as I ride, mo' money than pride |
| It’s a lot of lame shit I see, but I let that slide indeed |
| Hurry up and follow me, better make it fast |
| I got other shit to do, I’m stayin' about my cash |
| Just put shoes on the Benzo, I’m dippin' solo |
| I don’t do it for the 'gram though, don’t need no promo |
| I ain’t gotta say no homo, the queen gon' verify |
| Bustin' like a fo' fo' with that front back side to side (Side to side) |
| Self-made, wear the crown, stayed down (Stayed down) |
| Until I came up, now they don’t want me around (Don't want me around) |
| I’ve been around them other things, they was made to forget |
| Sportin' gold chains, and rings and reppin' my set |
| Conduct bidness with a firm hand, shake dead weight |
| Yeah I had to learn fast, but never hesitate |
| Survival tactics when you in the jungle |
| Hey man they waitin' for you to slip and stumble |
| Killers moves just might take you under |
| This ain’t no place for you to try to be humble |
| Gotta keep that thing right by your side |
| Ain’t no feelin’s when it’s time to ride |
| Post traumatic with an automatic (Post-traumatic, post-traumatic) |
| Survivin' daily in this apparatus (This apparatus, this apparatus) |
| Young black nigga, everyday is static (Day is static, day is static) |
| Couldn’t feel it so I got it tatted (So I got it tatted) |
| Hey I ain’t this shit for rob man I’m in it for real |
| Plan, plot, strategize I ain’t tryna get killed (I ain’t tryna get killed) |
| I got money on my mind, I put that on my kids (Put that on my kids) |
| Eat a nigga love for breakfast, if it helps me to win (Helps me to win) |
| Feel like we livin' in the last days, (Last days, last days) |
| But it’s really just the fast lane (Fast lane, fast lane) |
| No longer focused on my past pain (Past pain, past pain) |
| To the mo’nin' never stop until the cash came (Stop until the cash game) |
| game 'cause I made moves solo |
| Outlaw and RBG, yeah that’s sorta the promo |
| I’m lookin' past the camera, when I’m postin' my photos |
| 'cause niggas blinded by the lights, no pressure pulse or no morals |
| Survival tactics when you in the jungle |
| Hey man they waitin' for you to slip and stumble |
| Killers moves just might take you under |
| This ain’t no place for you to try to be humble |
| Gotta keep that thing right by your side |
| Ain’t no feelin’s when it’s time to ride |
| They wanna write us out of history, it was written in advances |
| The devil in a blues dress, she whisper we dance |
| It’s blood all on the dance floor, she dare me to slip |
| And every step calculated, she ready to dip |
| I push it off, and she just back at me |
| Pull up to the church, all black caddy, droppin' niggas off |
| This bitch is like a cancer man I answer to a bigger boss |
| Moon walk in Stacy Adams and would never feel your cross |
| Graduated, B City on my tazzle |
| Twenty-five auto on the side of my satchel (Come and clap) |
| El niño, twist her loss for driño's told me |
| I better focus on my C-notes (Yeah) |
| My opposition they don’t want me in the booth (They don’t want me here) |
| 'Cause they know, ain’t no comfort in the truth (Ain't no one we fear) |
| Top off, ain’nt no comfort in the roof (Yeah) Sky’s no limit |
| C-Murder T R U, L B C Tech |
| Survival tactics when you in the jungle |
| Hey man they waitin' for you to slip and stumble |
| Killers moves just might take you under |
| This ain’t no place for you to try to be humble |