
Ezal (Good Place) Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Makers
I'm in a good place
Can't make a mistake
She comin' this way
She say she miss me
I can't miss out on details
We talkin' business via email
That nigga jayed out like Ezal
Play wit my name we leavin' him pale
Lil' buddy told he makin' his case
I show you love that can't be replaced
Astronaut status just give me some space
I want a mill I'm saying my grace
I see through the lies you ain't even trying
I know the blind can't lead the blind
She can't even front let me hit from behind
I come from the grind I come from the crime
I come from the trenches we living relentless
My clientele gon' keep me in business
No way in hell you think we ain't gettin' it
Was locked in a cell they gave me a sentence
She can't get enough of me she say she addicted
Lil momma cold I'm icing her pendant
She go retarded the way she be spittin'
Know I can't start it if I cannot finish
Gotta stay guarded I'm ducked off in the cut
I'ma get it regardless they hating so what
Can't fuck with that bitch she ain't nothin' but a mutt
Can't fuck with that bitch she ain't nothin' but a slut
I need my bitch to be countin' it up
I'm divin' in I'm deep in her guts
Know they pretend ain't nothin' like us
We gotta win for sure it's a must
I talk to my mama I give her a comma
Remember them days I couldn't do what I wanna
Now I rock out I live life like nirvana
She wanna have sex with me without a condom
Say she a fan of me she want a family
You gotta know about the things that damage me
I cut off the fake I'm protectin' my sanity
I'm tryna cover you just like the canopy
I'm in a good place
Can't make a mistake
She comin' this way
She say she miss me
I can't miss out on details
We talkin' business via email
That nigga jayed out like Ezal
Play wit my name we leavin' him pale
Lil' buddy told he makin' his case
I show you love that can't be replaced
Astronaut status just give me some space
I want a mill I'm saying my grace
I see through the lies you ain't even trying
I know the blind can't lead the blind
She can't even front let me hit from behind
I come from the grind I come from the crimb
I come from the trenches we livin' relentless
Know way in hell you think we ain't gettin' it
My clientele gon' keep me in business
Makers