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Eazy (Explicit) - The Game/Kanye West
Lyrics by：Kanye West/Jayceon Taylor/Drew Anthony Gavin
Composed by：Kanye West/Jayceon Taylor/Drew Anthony Gavin
He was once a thug from around the way
My life was never
Eazy

Started in my Cutlass clutchin' heat like it's an open oven
Puffin' chronic Puff and Biggie out the window speaker subbin'
Runnin' to the crips it ain't no discussion
Bullet wounds drenched in Hennessey and tea spoons of Robitussin
Head up faze got a few concussion yeah
Compton's amazed Dr. Dre percussion
God please grant my n***a eternal life we need the beats
Aftermath where you fall asleep you do not eat
And my belly is full gorilla ridin' thе bull
Banana clips in the pool swan dive in Clase Azul
The opps I'm on they a*s
Grandmama whoopins in school
This Wilmington and Brazil where n***as die in they jewels
Too many Problems too many YGs
So many ties to dollar signs easy to end up on E
I got shot up like Columbine the crips descended on me
Sign my name on the dotted line that was Venice on beats
This is the way
There it is there it was
Don't interrupt just because it's no love
Shoulder shrug
Shrug
How I ain't bring nothin' to the table when I'm the table
I'ma turn up the music wake up the neighbors
I'ma get that "Thug life" tatted 'cross the navel
This is how I am in real life not just on cable
"Mr. Narcissist" tell me 'bout my arrogance
No more counselin' I don't negotiate with therapists
God Ye wanna let God in
But tonight I guess I'll let my pride win
Cousin Dre sent me scriptures helped me see life better
N***a we havin' the best divorce ever
If we go to court we'll go to court together
Matter of fact pick up your sis' we'll go to Kourt's together
I watched four kids for like five hours today
I wear these Yeezy boots everywhere even in the shower today
I got love for the nannies but real family is better
The cameras watch the kids y'all stop takin' the credit
Noncustodial dad I bought the house next door
What you think the point of really bein' rich for
When you give 'em everything they only want more
Boujee and unruly y'all need to do some chores
Rich a*s kids this ain't yo mama's house
Climb on your brother's shoulders get that top ramen out
God saved me from that crash
Just so I can beat Pete Davidson's a*s
Who
And my new b***h bad I know Illuminati mad
This that New-minati b***h
This that two Bugatti rich
This that "God did this"
Only God did this
Don't interrupt just because
Ain't no love shoulder shrug
Won't He do it
Yes He does
This next one gon' be
He was once a thug from around the way easy
He was he was
He was once a once a
Thug from a thug from a from around the way