Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What I Write , by - eLZhi. Release date: 15.10.2019
Song language: English
What I Write |
| Sometimes I write about the streets and how life is expirin |
| Mainly through a choir then |
| Neighbors inquirin, hearin shots firin |
| Police sirens, been in car chases, I be in Scarface’s tire and |
| Snitches per-spirin, cause they wearin wires when |
| They know they can be killed by who built the steet empires and |
| It’s hard to get a job, cause ain’t nobody hirin |
| And more people get laid off, than retirin |
| I write about the liar, the preacher with the choir and |
| The church who didn’t soul search and never was desirin |
| How money’s inspirin, the youth and the environment |
| Just tryin to get flyer than the elders they admirin |
| Don’t want to be a fireman, cause dealers get you high and |
| Spend dough, buy a Benz and furnish they entire den |
| Look into my eyes again, see it for yourself |
| See the jewel is for your brain, the G is for your wealth |
| Sometimes you may hear me writin that next shit |
| Different from how some rhyme |
| You like it when I write that hit |
| You love it when I write that shit |
| Sure you do, don’t try to fight that |
| So when I hear a beat, an idea appears (suddenly) |
| Then another rhyme is written (suddenly) |
| I put it down, put it out, you listen to it then it hits your soul |
| (suddenly) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah…) |
| Sometimes I write about the ladies, the ones with the tatas and the apple |
| bottoms |
| They ones I gave the eye highs to when I got on |
| Because before they didn’t cherish me |
| I write about the smart ones, the ones that need therapy |
| Them hoodrat broads, them afrocentric queens |
| And them ones that let you get between their jeans for the green |
| I wrote about my exes, Takara, Alexis |
| To write about the next miss and how great the sex is |
| Ones who were sexist, those who throw hexes |
| Crack Beckses and ask you were your Lex is |
| That baby mama drama, them drama mama babies |
| The skeez, the ones who like to tease, but are the maybe’s |
| The independent ladies, hookers and them daisies |
| The sane ones, the crazies, the straight ones, the gays, deez |
| Are women that have been in my life |
| Now will it end when I begin with a wife? |
| I don’t know |
| Sometimes you may hear me writin that next shit |
| Different from how some rhyme |
| You like it when I write that hit |
| You love it when I write that shit |
| Sure you do, don’t try to fight that |
| So when I hear a beat, an idea appears (suddenly) |
| Then another rhyme is written (suddenly) |
| I put it down, put it out, you listen to it then it hits your soul |
| (Suddenly) Yeah, yeah, one more time, check it out |
| Sometimes you may hear me writin that next shit |
| Different from how some rhyme |
| You like it when I write that hit |
| You love it when I write that shit |
| Sure you do, don’t try to fight that |
| So when I hear a beat, an idea appears (suddenly) |
| Then another rhyme is written (suddenly) |
| I put it down, put it out, you listen to it then it hits your soul |
| (Suddenly) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah…) |
| Sometimes I write about a theme |
| From out a motion picture or somethin out a dream |
| Or in a chosen scripture, a fictional novel |
| The WAIT your alive so |
| Like a revival, Jesus and rival |
| There’s really no rival |
| I’m too diverse, when I do my verse |
| You, you, die worse |
| Rather rap shit or battle, decoy, slowly rot |
| Like it or not boy, it’s gon' be hot |
| Street shit, club shit, the flow blow the spot |
| Like it or not boy, it’s gon' be hot |
| Girl shit, brag shit, your boy knows me not |
| If he ever doubts (boy it’s gon' be hot!) (hot) |
| Suddenly — repeated until the end |